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As I shut the door behind me, all of the memories from tonight came flooding back into my head. I couldn't believe what had happened. I set my things down and went into my room, where my cat was laying asleep on my pillow. 

"Paisley, I bought you a cat bed for a reason!" I exclaimed, yet couldn't help but laugh. She was always so stubborn and there was no way I could get her to move. I flopped down on my big bed, realizing how tired I was from the day. As my eyelids started to close, my phone buzzed which startled both Paisley and I. I picked it up, seeing that is was from my mom. 

Mom 10:48 pm: Hey honey! I just wanted to let you know that I will be in town in about two weeks and wanted to see you. If it is okay, I would like to stay at your place so we can catch up. Double check your work schedule and get back to me. I love you.

Rachel 10:49 pm: Sure thing, I would love to have you over. Both Paisley and I miss you!

I reached into my bag, grabbing my laptop. I pulled up my schedule for the month and looked at the dates. Something caught my eye when I was scrolling through the appointments. 

September 25- 7:30 AM-Wisdom Teeth Removal- Patient: Shawn Mendes

I couldn't believe my eyes. I would be assisting on HIS surgery? I couldn't tell how I was feeling. Nervous? Excited? Both? I wonder why they assigned me? After a few minutes, I went back to texting my mom. She sent me all the details and we talked about what we should do together.

Rachel 10: 57 pm: Looks like in two weeks my work schedule is pretty open, except for the 25th. I am excited to see you!

We exchanged our goodbyes and said goodnight. With the last bits of energy I had, I pulled myself out of bed and went into my bathroom. As I walked in, I saw my reflection in the mirror.

"Oh no, Paisley! I look disgusting! I can't believe Shawn saw me like this!" I wailed, seeing my horrid outfit and tired eyes. Most of my makeup has rubbed off and my bun had turned into a tragic mess. I changed into my pj's and washed my face. After brushing and flossing my teeth, I turned off the lights and climbed back into bed, this time getting under the covers. I kept thinking over and over what Shawn must of been thinking. Why did he seem so interested in me? 

I set my phone down on my nightstand, laying back as Paisley moved up beside me. My phone buzzed and lit up, illuminating my room. I rolled over and picked it up, immediately turning the brightness down. I saw a message from an unknown number. 

"Goodnight Sweatpants." it read. I instantly knew who it was from. I thought I would be mad or embarrassed that he called me Sweatpants because clearly he noticed my outfit, but it just made me smile. It was Shawn.