Our Song (s.m. fanfic)

Chapter 6

"Wait, so now I'm pretty boy?" He asks slightly confused.

"Yea, debating actually because since you don't really know my complete name, you can't make any clever nicknames for me." I smirk.

"Well then, what's your last name?" He asks.

"Why am I gonna tell you? If I tell you, you're gonna make a clever nickname." I say.

"C'mon, it takes me a couple days to come up with a clever nickname. Just tell me." I says pushing my upper arm teasingly.

"Fine." I groan," it's Emmie Greene."

"What?! Wait isn't your grandpa like famous or something?" He asks with a surprised face.

"Yeah." I mumble under my breath.

"Woah you have to let me me-"

"No! Stop! Drop it!" I growl.

"What's wrong?" He asks dropping his smile.

" I just don't want to talk about it okay! I don't ever talk about him and I never will!" I say pulling up into a parking space.

"Oh, he's those grandpas." he says scratching the back of his neck awkwardly," sorry 'bout that."

"It's okay, I guess. Sorry for coming off like that. It just pisses me off I guess." I say pulling the keys out of the ignition," Ready for horror night?"

"Bring it on Greene." he smirks.

"Okay Mendes." I burst out loudly, just realizing that it's bright as day and we're calling it horror night.

As we walk up to the box office, Shawn offers me a piggy back ride, in which I gladly accept.

"Dude, you're so heavy. Like a hippo eating up for hibernation." he teases.

"Wow yea, that makes a girl feel so good about herself right?" I say sarcastically.

"What do you eat all day? Big Macs?" He continues on.

"Yea because a girl like me is actually allowed to. I'm on a strict diet of not eating. Actually I remarkably haven't eaten for weeks now that I think of it." I frown at the thought.

Immediately, Shawn puts me down and turns to face me.

"Why?" He asks concerned.

"I'd rather not." I say with a tear rolling down my cheeks.

"Is it because of what you told me at MAGCON?" He asks wanting further description.

I nod my head yes and he pulls me into a tight hug. I rest my head onto his chest like I would to Aimee when I was upset about something.

We let go of our short, but memorable embrace and then buy our tickets.

As we walk in, I'm greeted by the familiar scent of popcorn and pretzels.

"Can you wait for me so I can get popcorn?" I ask with a pouty lip.

"Only if I get some." he smirks.

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

I get in line and then buy a large popcorn with one large drink.

Hey! I never agreed on sharing soda with him.

I hand the cashier some bills and then go add extra butter on the side.

"Ready." I say as Shawn randomly decides to take a sip from my soda.

"Hey! That's mine. I only agreed to buy you some popcorn, not soda and popcorn." I pout.

"Boo who! People get thirsty you know!" He says in a monotone voice.