Switched (Shawn Mendes)

Chapter 4: Shawn?

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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