Sam's POV
Do you ever have those days where you feel alive, that was me today.
I felt ten times lighter as I opened my eyes to the bright sun.
I sighed, it sounded different.
My head was slightly sore. I tossed around in my bed, it felt harder.
It also had a dark blue sheet, mine was white.I lifted my head from my pillow and looked around.
This isn't my room.
The heck?
Oh no, what if I was kidnapped?
Questions flew around my head, I also noticed my hairy legs peaking ouy from the end of the sheet.
I threw the sheet coverin my body on the floor.
I screeched at the sight of plaid boxers.
"Why? What?" I questioned looking at them, I also noticed my bare chest, I had slight abs.
But thats not the point, it was a guys chest.
I screeched again and flung out of bed, I started panicking and running in circles.
My voice was also much deeper.
My body sprinted to the bathroom.
I swear to god when I screamed I
scared people in China when I looked in the mirror.Shawn?
My hands felt around, is this real?
I could feel my heat beating faster and faster by the second.
"Shawn! Wake up!" A girls voice yelled from behind the door, I pushed myself up against the wall and grabbed the broom.
"W-who are you?" I stuttered in a deep voice, Shawn's voice.
They opened the door, a small girl that looked to be 11 started laughing, my eyebrow quirked up.
"What the heck Shawn?" She giggled.
"Im not Shawn!" I exclaimed, she gave me a look.
"Aha what?" She questioned.
"Im not Shawn Im-" I started but looked in her eyes and stopped myself.I'll just scream at Shawn when I get to school.
"Never mind, get out uh..." I trailed off.
"Aaliyah?" She laughed.
"Right...get out Aaliyah!" I screamed, she backed out and slammed the door."Okay, calm down" I told myself.
I walked to his dresser. I pulled it open.
Flannels, hoodies, t shirts.I grabbed a red flannel.
If Im going to be Shawn, might as well make him look good.
My eyebrows furrowed at the thought, or are they Shawn's eyebrows?I pulled on the flannel and looked at myself in a small mirror.
Okay, now pants.
This is really awkward, for myself...
"I really hope Shawn doesn't change his boxers" I mumbled to myself before pulling on a pair of jeans.
I looked back at the mirror. My hair was sprawled everywhere, I played around with it. Nothing changed.
"Any hair gel?" I questioned looking in his bathroom. Aha.I stuck it up into a small quiff and was actually pretty proud.
"Shawn breakfast!" A women's voice yelled from downstairs.
Shawn you are so going to get it.
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