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

Twenty-Four - FINAL CHAPTER

Cheyenne Carpenter

Casey dropped me off a few minutes early, so I that's why I'm just sitting on the rocks that I was told I'm supposed to sit on. Before she dropped me off though, she yelled at me for being asleep all day. I cried all my energy out, so of course I was going to sleep into five in the afternoon. I sleep until two anyway. No regrets. Anyway, I've been here for ten minutes, and Shawn is pulling a no show. I knew it was too good to be true. He kissed Max because he's still a fuck boy - not because she had a topless picture of me. I feel stupid.

I take out my phone to call Casey and tell her to pick me up from Starbucks in fifteen minutes, when I hear my name being called. I look over to see Shawn running towards me.

"Hi," I say with no emotion.

"I know I'm late, but-"

"But you have a good reason," I finish.

"I had to make sure everything was ready."

"Everything," I ask.

"Uh yeah. Cameron, Taylor, and Nash offered to finish. I just wanted to make sure it was perfect," he says, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"Okay," i grunt as I jump off of the rock I'm sitting on. I lose my balance and almost fall on top of Shawn, but he reacts quickly and keeps us both up.

"Uh, w-we should.. We should probably go uh... To the.. The surprise," I stutter, walking in the first direction I think of.

"Chey," Shawn calls.

"What?"

"The surprise is that way," he says, pointing towards the other end of the beach.

"Oh, okay."

I walk the way he said, and after a few seconds, he's beside me. We walk a little more before he stops me, and, much to my dismay, puts a blindfold on me.

"Okay, walk forward," he says as he takes my hand in his and leads me.

"If I walk into a pole, I swear I will kill you," I threaten.

"Chey," he stops me.

"Yeah?"

"We're on a beach."

"Uh, okay, and? I feel the sand between my toes. I'm wearing sandals for fucks sake!"

"There are no poles on beaches," he chuckles.

"Then if I step on a crab, I swear I will kill you," I roll my eyes. "I just rolled my eyes at you."

"Yeah okay, Chey," he laughs.

"Okay turn a little to your right," he instructs after a few seconds.

"Alright now take a small step as if you're going up stairs."

"Uhm, I may have accidentally said pole, but I know there aren't any stairs on the beach," I say, obviously confused.

"Just take a step," he laughs. "Okay, now one more. That's it. Okay walk forward, and stop."

I do as told, and I wait for my next instructions. Wait a minute... Screw you Shawn for making me so heartbroken that I watch a bunch of horror movies and pretend the murder victims are you!

"Shawn, I appreciate the effort, but you're not going to rape me right," I ask. I hear four different laughs before Shawn gives me an answer that I don't like.

"No promises."

Grrr.

You know what, Shawn? Fite me. Yes, I said it. Fite me. F-I-T-E M-E. Nope, Nevermind. You're too scared. You're a pussy. You're a chicken.