I Don't Even Know Your Name//Shawn Mendes

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Shawn

"There she was. Looking at me with those chocolate brown eyes. She was mouthing something but I couldn't lay a finger on what she was saying. I wanted to go to her, ask her what she desperately wants to tell me but every step I go near her, she goes one backwards as if she doesn't want me to come close to her. I started running, running to her. A few steps, than I'm-" Another dream. I dreamed again of her. Every day, every night. The same dream, the same end. Who is this girl? I decided to get up and get myself ready. I grabbed some random clothes and took a shower. The hot water cleared my mind but every time I close my eyes, I only see her. How she stands there, telling me something but I can't hear it. Am I deaf in my dreams? This is so crazy. The only thing that changes in my dreams is the weather. Sometimes it's raining but most of the time it's sunny. We seem to be in town. People everywhere but I can only see her. No one is touching her. It seems like it's just me and her. "Shawn are you alright? You're almost an hour in the shower." The voice of my mom filling the bathroom is dragging me out of my daydream. "Ehm, yeah. I was just in thoughts. I'll be out in 5." Was it really almost an hour? Just thinking of her. I can think about her for hours. I dried my body and put my clothes on. "Tomorrow begins school again. Are you excited?" My mom asked as I entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Yeah, school .Who isn't excited to go to school?!" I answered sarcastically. "Aw, come on Shawn. I thought you like going to school, seeing all your friends and playing on the school yard." "Mom, I'm almost eighteen not eight!" I said while shaking my head. "I know, I can't believe my baby is growing up so fast." My mom fake cried. Well, at least I hope it was fake. "Oh, mom come here." I said. She came to me as I told her and I gave her a big hug. "What's going on?" Aaliyah asked as soon as she entered the kitchen. "Nothing. Mom is being emotional over me being so old."-"Shawn you're stupid!" I laughed and soon the kitchen is filled with laughter. "Are you guys alright?" My dad, Manuel, laughed. "Yes." We all say all at once. "Okay!" He said shaking his head while he laughed. "I'm going out with Matt." I said and stood up. "Okay, don't be so late at home. I lay a plate of dinner back for you!"-"Thanks mom you're the best!" I put on shoes grabbed my longboard and closed the door as I left the house.

I drove to the nearby park where I already saw Matt. He walked up to me and asked me if everything was alright. "Yeah, everything's okay." I said. "The same dream again?" Matt knows about my dream. I had to talk about it. I can't keep things in my head, otherwise it would kill me on the inside. At first I thought he would laugh about me but then I told him that I just can't stop thinking about her. She's stuck in my head. What does it mean? Will I ever meet her? If I meet her, where will it be? I bet it will be awkward. "Shawn? Earth to Shawn." Matt shook my shoulders. "Dude, what kept you so deep in your thoughts? I had to shout your name at least five times!" He exclaimed. "Sorry. Every time I start thinking about her I just can't stop. Every time I close my eyes and try to sleep I fall apart and I find it hard to breathe. She's the only reason. When I see her in my dreams, I freeze, my tongue gets tight and the world gets trapped. I can't hear her. I only see her and I don't even know her, man. Geez, I bet I sound like a pussy to you, don't I?" I said. "No, you don't. But I'm not the right person you should talk to. Maybe you should talk to a female person? Not every boy is so emotional like you. But this is who you are." He answered truthfully. "Yeah okay. Thanks that you always listen to me." I thanked him and I mean it. Not everyone would do this...well I mean, I wouldn't tell this everyone but if I would, I bet they would think I'm mentally disturbed. "It's no big deal. But maybe you should talk to Jess? Or Hope?" I nodded and decided to go to Jess since she's one of my closest friends besides Matt.

Hey, r u home? it's kinda important. Shawn :)

Sure, u can come over. Jess :*

be over in 5. Shawn :)

AsI reached Jess' house I knocked on her door. It was immediately opened by Jessherself. We went upstairs in her room and sat on her bed. "So, what iskinda important that you talk to me and not Matt? Is it about a girl? OHHHHit's about a girl is it? Tell me, tell me!" Oh Jess you're so hyper."Woah, slow down there tiger. And it's not about a girl. Well it is butpromise me not to interrupt me when I tell you the whole story okay?" Itold her. She nodded in agreement and locked her mouth with her hand. I tookthis as my queue to begin: "Well, where should I begin? Ehm, it all begana few months ago...I started dreaming about a girl. She was small, maybe oneand a half heads smaller than me. But I don't really know. I never was closerto her than a few meters because then I would wake up. She has dark brown hairand chocolate brown eyes. And she wants to tell me something but I don't know what. It's like I'm deaf. I only see her and when I startthinking about her I can't stop! I could talk and think about her every day,every hour. What does it mean? And why can't I get her out of my head? I don'tknow her. I don't even know if she's a real person or is just me and myimagination? She drives me crazy! Jess I don't know what to do!" I endedmy little speech and looked at her. I hope she knows something. "That'scrazy Shawn! I mean you dream of a girl you don't know and this for months. Itwould scare me if I'd dream of a boy every night. But, maybe you dream of thatnew girl that is going to attend our school from tomorrow. I heard she looksreally small for her age." I thought about what Jess said. Maybe I willsee her tomorrow? "Thanks Jess. See you tomorrow at school." Wow, wetalked, well mainly me, for almost two hours! It's 7.00 pm. I told you, I can talkabout her for hours. But Jess wasn't really a help. I mean, what am I talkingabout? No one could help me except that girl herself! If she dreams of me? Doesshe think of me as much as I do? But what if she really goes to our school,what will I do? I can't go to her and say things like: 'Hey I'm Shawn, I dreamabout you every day for almost two months. You always wanted to tell mesomething but I never got what. Maybe we could grab some lunch together andtalk about my dream about you?' I can't do that. This is ridiculous! As if thisgirl goes to our school. Maybe she isn't even real. We'll see tomorrow.