It All Started With A Game || Aaron Carpenter and Shawn Mendes au

Twenty-Two - Buckets of Ben&Jerry's

Cheyenne Carpenter

Do you remember when you were five, and your parents took you to a store with ice-cream there? Maybe even an ice-cream cart at the park? Well, at least once or twice you dropped your ice-cream, or you weren't allowed to finish it. Do you remember that heartbreak? Do you remember how you thought that nothing could be worse? I feel just as upset, probably even more. The ice-cream could easily be replaced by a toy, candy, or even more ice-cream, but Shawn cannot be replaced.

I know it's only been a month, and I shouldn't be this upset. I just can't help it! I love him! I'm not sure when I started to love him, but I know I realized it when I was taking care of him on Halloween. Ever since, I've planned to tell him today, but I can throw that idea out of the window.

I've gotten plenty of texts from Aaron and Casey. They're just asking if I'm okay. They're really worried, but I don't see why. I just caught my boyfriend swapping spit with a girl I hate, and he knows I hate her. I'm not even sure that I care that he was doing that with her precisely. I just care that he was doing so with someone that isn't me.

I've also gotten phone calls from Cameron and Shawn. I've also go a few texts like:

Cameron : Hey, u ok? I don't think wat Shawn did was right. I just think u shuld let him explain. u don't no wat honestly happened.

Cameron : Call me.

Cameron : Hello? Call me. Or txt me. Just let me no ur alive haha

Cameron : Why rnt u txting back?

Shawn : Baby girl, I'm sorry. Please please please let me explain!

Shawn : It's honestly not what it looked like!

Shawn : I need to know that you at least know the truth!

Shawn : please?

Shawn : I miss you

Shawn : okay ... I love you baby girl

The last two texts from Shawn pissed me off. I promised myself, Casey, and Aaron that I wouldn't reply to anyone except them or my parents until they got back. I'm usually not one to break promises, but I just can't help it. I'm beyond fucking mad, so I'm calling Shawn.

"Baby girl," he rushes out, sounding relieved.

"You fucking miss me? You fucking love me? Are you fucking serious, right now? You crushed my heart, you fucking dipshit! I don't give a shit if you miss me, or you love me, we're over. That's not my fault either. That's all yours," I exclaim into the phone. "The only person to blame for the shit you've gotten us in, is yourself. I bet you thought you would get away with it too! Didn't you?"

"Yes, but it's-" I cut him off.

"It's not what it looks like right? Okay. Fine. I'll listen to Cameron. I'll give you a chance to explain yourself, but I'm not going to make it easy. You can either get here in," I pause to think. "Let's see, five minutes, or we're over."

His house is fifteen minutes from here, and Camerons house is ten. That means there is barely a chance he'll get here, no matter where he is.

"I thought we were already over," he says, confused.

"I don't recall either of us saying that we're officially over. I just recall you fucking up, and me being pissed about it."

"Okay. I'll be there in five minutes."

With that, we hang up.

Okay, so I didn't think this through. He's going to see tissues everywhere. He's going to see me in my pajamas at 8:17pm on a weekend, with mascara running down my face, and he's going to see four buckets of Ben&Jerry's on the couch. Yep, I'm fucked.

I manage to get three quarters of the tissue and a bucket of Ben&Jerry's in the trash before I hear a knock at the door. I calm my breathing, and I tell myself that everything will be okay as I open the front door. Shawn looks almost as bad as I do. Serves him right.

He's wearing what I assume to be just a hoodie, a pair of sweats, and some sneakers. His hair is also a mess, and he's soaking wet. Oh, yeah, it's raining outside!

"Dude, do you want another cold," I roll my eyes, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in. I shut and lock the door before I run upstairs to get him a towel. Once I'm back, I don't hesitate to make him explain.

"Cheyenne, I can't stand not knowing if I'm going to have you in my arms tomorrow or not. Please stop being this way," he begs.

"I'm being an appropriate way considering what you did to me," I state with no emotion, which is something I'm good at.

"Okay, so I was heading outside when Maxine called me over," he starts. "At first - since I know how she is -, I told her to go fuck herself. She then told me that I could either talk to her, or she'd ruin your life."

"Okay, that doesn't mean you should walk up to her and kiss her," I exclaim.

"No, I didn't! I walked up to her, and I asked her what she meant. Apparently she has pictures of you," he defends.

"Anybody that knows my Instagram, and screenshots a picture of me on there will have a picture of me," I say, rolling my eyes. Damn, guys are terrible liars.

"No, she has a topless picture of you! One of her friends took a picture of you while in the girls' locker room," he explains.

"What," I ask in disbelief.

"She didn't tell me this, but I think they planned it. Look, she promised to delete the picture if I kissed her, so I did! It was stupid, I know. I did it for you though! I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry!"

"Did she delete the picture," I ask as i feel something wet slide down my face.

"No. She refused after Aaron beat the shit out of me," he says, motioning to his face. I then notice he has cuts and bruises on his face. "I did, however."

"You deleted the picture," I ask, confused.

Does this mean Shawn has seen me topless? Or did he not look? Of course he looked! He had to know which picture was deleting! Now I feel self conscious.

"Yeah, I did. It's forever gone. I promise," he says, taking a step closer to me.

I take a step back. "Did you see," I hesitate. This is awkward.

"Yeah. I had to know what picture I was deleting so.." I told you! Ugh, I'm so not loving life right about now. "Chey, it's okay. I didn't see anything I didn't love," he says, taking a step closer and engulfing me in a hug. 

After a few minutes of me crying, which I seem to be doing a lot lately, I push Shawn off of me, gently.

"You should go," I say, not looking at his face.

"But I explained," he says, confused.

"And I listened. I thank you for what you did Shawn, but I need some time alone."

"Okay, but please call me tomorrow," he begs.

"Okay," I say as I push him out the door, shut it, lock it, and run up to my room.

Worst. Day. Ever.

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ATHORS NOTE

The story is almost over . Sadly . It shouldn't be longer than 30 chapters so ...

IM GONNA MISS THIS BOOK !

I admit in the beginning , I did not enjoy this book , but I wrote it for Casey . After a while , I realized that switching the povs like I do (which I'm not comfortable with or good at) has caused me to to challenge myself and become a better writer , which is obvious that I did .

So yeah , this book means a lot to me , and I'm sad to say that soon , we're going to be forced to say goodbye to Casey Mitchell , Cheyenne carpenter , this fanfic's Aaron carpenter , and this fanfic's Shawn Mendes . But we will never forget the impact they had on our brains .

Wow I sound like John green k bye .

New update on idk Sunday maybe ?

(Unedited as always)