Roses Diary [S.M]

Welcome to paradise

Hi loves,

I want to wish you all a happy new year! May your year be filled with health, happiness and love! I wish you guys nothing but the best and I hope you all go after your dreams!

What are your New Year's resolutions?

O, here is a new chapter!

Enjoy.

With love, M.
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"Shawn!."

"Shawn, come on man!."

The voices are being blocked as the door of the van is being closed. It is 8.30 in the morning. 8 Fucking 30 in the morning and there are people, better known as paparazzi standing outside Shawn's house taking bloody pictures of us. I knew they were mad, but like this? They seriously need to see a psychologist. This is not normal. What normal thinking human being is willing to give up their precious sleep to stand out in the cold, to take some pictures of other human beings. I am sure as hell that I wouldn't ever do that. Sorry, but I simply cannot understand the logic behind their reasoning. It's absurd.

As I predicted, someone took pictures of us last night, at the after party from us kissing and sold them to not one tabloid but to almost every single tabloid there is in America and probably the whole world. I can tell you, people are going bizar. The whole internet has exploded. I knew that we were going to get some comments and complains about our rekindled relationship but shit, people are mean as fuck.

Scott called me at 6 in the morning. Yea, I know... the guy doesn't sleep like other humans. But he called and told me the things people were saying online. What I didn't suspected was that people were actually calling me names for giving Shawn another chance. I cannot tell you how many times I read that he is going to leave me for Camila again and that I was and I quote 'a stupid hoe' and of course, the world Golddigger was in favor again. If they only would do some research, they would have find out that last year I made around the 21 million and that this year revenue will only be higher but whatever, it's not like it is relevant anyway. As you can imagine, this mini vacation couldn't have come at a better moment. I have been awake for less than 3 hours and I already feel like I need a nap.

I stare outside the window of the van, the the screaming crowd of people as we slowly begin to drive away. They cannot see us, because of the black tint glass but we can certainly see them. I would be so ashamed if my dad did that for a living. There are so many things in this life you can do. You can learn to fly a plane. Heck, you can even learn to be an astronaut and go to the moon. Life is giving us so many create opportunities and you choose to follow people down like it some kind of hunt.

As shawn takes my hand in his, and intertwine our fingers, I look away from the window to give him my attention. "Are you okay?."

It feels like that particular phrase has been said so many times in a relatively short period of time and I don't think that is a good sign.

"I am fine baby."- surprisedly, or not but I really am okay. I do not want to give other people the power to make or break my day anymore. "You?." An exercise from our counselor; asking each other every day how we are doing. Check.

"I am good. Excited to see the look on your face as we get to our destination."

"You are still not going to tell me where we are going?." The smirk on his face tells me enough. "Can you at least tell me how long we are going to be there."

"Alright. Alright... we are going to stay there for a week."

"A week?!."- I cannot help but to be shocked. "We are going for a whole week? Scott gave me permission to be gone for a whole week?."