The Weight //Shameron//

Story Time

C A M E R O N     D A L L A S 

Since I'm a nosy bastard, I decided to do some digging. Since Shawn most likely wont answer any of  my questions. I was currently on my computer looking up Shawn Mendes and absolutly nothing came up.

Well, nothing useful anyway. 

The only thing that came up was his school records and old school pictures. 

I don't need that shit.

But it doesn't mean I didn't look. I looked the the school's website and there were a lot of pictures of Shawn and a couple of other people. A guy with really, really blue eyes,(a/n guesss who? you probably wont be able to, but try anyways), a somewhat Asian looking guy, and a girl with really curly hair. 

But there was nothing else. 

I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs, and I went to answer it. When I opened it, I saw Sydney standing there, looking down at her phone. She looked up at me and walked through the doors.

"Come in." I mumble.

"Cameron Alexander Dallas, I know you way too well. There's something bothering you, preferably about Shawn. And I told you we weren't done talking yesterday, so I want you to start talking now." 

I rolled my eyes, I was seriously hoping she would forget. But something about Syd, is that she has the memory of a freaking elephant. 

I sigh, "Sydney for the last time, there's nothing bothering me, will you just forget it, please?!" I begged hoping she would believe me and then drop it.

I'm on the verge of spilling Shawn's secret, and Sydney isn't helping at all. 

She gave me her are-you-kidding look, and I knew she wasn't taking no as an answer. I sigh again, and tell her to sit down. She smiles triumphantly, because Sydney Gonzalez always gets what she wants.

Always.

"Spill." She says, bringing her knees up to her chest. 

"Do you watch the news?" I ask. 

She looks confused but still answers with a "Sometimes." 

"Well, how about the Canadian news?"

"Cameron, what the hell does this have to do with anything?" 

"Shawn was abused by his father before he moved here." I blurt.

"What?" Sydney asks, her once tan skin now pale.

"I think that's why he moved here. To get away from his dad." 

There, it's out in the open. 

I'm a terrible friend. 

This is going to come back and bite me in the ass. 

"How do you know?"

"Canadian news." 

"2 questions. One: where's his dad now? And 2: why the heck were you watching the Canadian news?"

"I was bored, and they don't know. Not specifically in that order." 

Sydney looked very uncomfortable, and then looked up at me; "Why hasn't he said anything?"

"He doesn't want us to know, that's why I didn't want to tell you."

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"No."

"Then it might not've been him. we can't be so sure.

Ah, the stage of denial. I remember going through that phase."It's him, Syd. I know it." 

She looks like she's about to cry. I come sit next to her and wrap my arms around her smaller frame. 

"Why would anyone do that, Cameron?" She asked, her voice breaking a little. 

"I don't know Sydney, I don't know."

xxxxx

It's a Monday, and we have school. Sydney left at like, 3 in the morning and I didn't go to sleep after that; a certain Canadian boy was clouding my thoughts.

So now I'm hella tired and I'm afraid that when I see Shawn I'm gonna let something spill and then he's going to get mad at me.

It's a terrible situation to even think about.

I walk into Music, since today was block day and I didn't have a lot of my classes. (a/n if you din't know what block day is, it's when you have only a few of your classes for a longer period of time and then the next day you have the classes you didn't have "yesterday" that day for a longer period of time. did that make sense?)

When I walked in, I saw Shawn talking to one of the kids in the class.

Ah, shit.

I sigh, "Hey, man! What're you doing here?" It's not that I'm not happy to see him, in just suddenly... nervous?

"I switched classes. I'm not about to spend another class period in woodshop." He cringed, which made me smile.

"Let's sit down." I say. We sit in our seats and the teacher starts the lesson.

She was teaching us about tone, and what it really means, but Shawn didn't seem to be paying attention.

It's like he already knew what she was talking about (a/n )

I looked over at Shawn who was scribbling in his notebook. I  studied his features for the millionth time since I met him...

His eyes, his jaw, cheekbones, his lips.

I shook my head and turned back to the teacher.

For some reason, all of a sudden, Shawn's lips looked so... kissable.

Which scared me.

I'm not gay.

I don't swing that way.

And never will I ever.

Although, when Shawn arrived, I started thinking... differently.

And I think I'm ready to admit; Shawn is an attractive guy, in a not so curious and straight guy kind of way.

Maybe I am gay?

Authors Note: what?! so... surprise update? idek.

TODAY I WAS IN ENGLISH AND THE I WAS SITTING W/ MY FRIEND, AND THE GUY THAT I LIKE SAT NEXT TO ME (we don't assigned seats) AND WHAT MADE ME REALLY HAPPY WAS THE FACT THAT THE ONLY OTHER SEAT NEXT TO ME WAS  NEAR THE WALL SO HE WASN'T SITTING NEAR HIS FRIENDS WHICH MEANT HE WANTED TO SIT NEXT TO ME SO... YEAH... 

ALSO I WENT TO THE DERMATOLAGIST TODAY AND I HAD A MALE DERMATOLAGENIST...? is that what their called? ANYWAYS HE STARTED TO FEEL MY FACE AND I WAS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE AND THEN HE ASKED ME IF I HAD BACKNE AND THEN CHECKED! AND THEN HE ASKED ME IF I HAD CHET ACNE BUT HE DIDN'T CHECK B/C IF HE DID I WOULD HAVE CALLEN THE POLICE FOR HARRASMENT!!!!!!

so... there's my story. stories i guess

HAPPY HOLIDAYS GUYS!

~hayden~