Chapter 1:Fames A Bitch
I couldn't bear another day of school. Everywhere I go, "what is Shawn like!?" "Have you ever met Shawn??" "Can you introduce us?" Sometimes I wish my dad never signed Shawn. It's to much pressure. Yea, I've met Shawn, and he's a total, stuck up, self centered, rude, jerk. It's what fame does to you. As I walked into school, I was bombarded with the grades most popular girls, Ava, Gianna, and Julia. They're only nice to me because of Shawn. The day went by slower then ever, and when that last bell rang I couldn't wait to go home, and I couldn't be more relieved that that was my last day in that hell hole.
When I got home, I jumped in my bed and let out a sigh of relief. I'm free. I can finally binge watch vampire diaries again. This summer was going to be the best. As I opened my laptop my dad knocked on the open door and sat on my bed. "What's up?" I asked, studying the uncommon look on his face. "Honey, I have to go on a trip." "Ok, when will you be back?" I said, wondering why this was such bad news. "Well, here's the thing, it's for 9 months, and it's all the way in Japan. "9 MONTHS! JAPAN, DAD WHAT ABOUT ME!!!" I almost threw up as my dad told me what my plans for the summer were. "TOUR WITH THAT JERK! NO WAY IN HELL IS THAT HAPPENENING" apparently, my dad couldn't take me with him to Japan because of "buissness purposes" and I have to go on tour with Shawn. Shawn mendes. The asshole. I looked at my dad as if he has just told me that he had run over my favorite stuffed animal. There's nothing worse then going on tour with a immature 16 year old. I mean yeah, I'm 16 too, BUT IM RESPONSIBLE! This can't be happening.
The next few weeks my dad and I spend together we're cherishable. I didn't want him to go. I had tried to convince him not too, but he leaves in two days, and he had already helped me pack for shit mendes' tour. Shawn, shit, same thing.
My dad drove me to where the tour bus would head out, and I caught glimpse of something I've been dreading this whole start of summer. Shawn. I tried to turn and walk away but was stopped by Shawn's smart remark. "Hey shortie, what up" I hated it when he called me shortie. I wasn't even that much shorter then him. "What up peter!" He hates when people call him by one of his middle names. I smirked and turned away, catching a glimpse of Shawn's "go to hell" look. Knowing that I had gotten to him really made my day. A few hours went by, I had said bye to my dad and gotten on the tour bus, cringing at Shawn's face on the front of it. As I closed the door to my tiny room, I heard a knock. "Hey shortie, you in there" "shut up Shawn, ik not in the mood" he opened the door, and i let out a groan of disappointment knowing the doors didn't lock. "Listen, I'm not any happier then you are that your here. But your dad gave me all this, so I had to say yes. "Can you just get out, your the last person I want to talk to" I said, rolling my eyes. "Well then, if you want me to stay that badly, then I guess I can." Shawn leaped on the other side of my bed, trying his best to annoy me. GET OUT IM SERIOUS. I screamed. "Gosh fine" said Shawn as he walked out, slamming the door behind him. It was late and I was tired. I was angry about the fact that I felt sorry for yelling at Shawn. I ignored it and went to sleep. Finally.