Train.

Crazy Train.

Isabell/\

"Help me, its like the walls are caving in. Sometimes i feel like giving up, but i just cant. It isnt in my blood"

The sound of Shawn's voice dances in my ears. My eyes glued to the rapid speed of the moving landscape. Im on a train. Yup, a train. Im actually just travelling no where. No where in mind.

Where ever this train takes me.

Theres a smell of coffee in the air. A old women, mid 40's came in. Her hair is nice and brushed and her suit is not wrinkled.

Theres another dude chewing really loud infront of me.

Thats why my earbuds are in.

Lucky for me, No ones next to me.

"Laying on the bathroom floor. Feelling nothing"

His angelic voice rings once again. I look around the train...taking in the sight. Theres about 7 people in this station.

Were stoping in a few, to pick up more.

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Shawn/\

"Im sorry" I exclaim. I run all the way to the station where im going to be seating at.

Fourteen.

"Fourteen?", I read out loud. I look up. Going through about a few stations.

There you go. Once i enter, It was peaceful. Theres only about 8 people sitting.

It kinda smells like coffee. Mm.

I look around.

I go a little bit deeper in the middle. Mmm....Wheres a good seat?

I look...Left and right. Left and right.

Ahah!

Theres an empty seat. Right next to a young teenage girl.

Hope she doesnt mind!

I walk towards that seat. With my backpack in my hand.

I quess i got her attention because she just turned my way.

She smiles. I dont know why but that smile. It seemed different. It made me really happy.

I just stand there.

"Hello?" She speaks, while taking off one earbud.

"H-hi, oh...im sorry im-" I begin to introduce my self but get cut off.

"Shawn Mendes" She tells me. Shawn mendes? Ah! Yes, thats me.

I smile.

"You mind if i sit here?" I ask politely.

"No not at all" She informs me.

She skoots a bit over. Making room for me.

I glady sit down. Taking my backpack infront of me.

I continue to look around the place. The constantly ringing noise coming from someones phone...Slightly bugging me.

"So, What are you doing here?" I turn to start a conversation with the lovely gal right next to me.

She looks at me and smiles, "I dont know" She tells me.

I nod looking down. Playing with the hem of my pants.

"What about you?" She asks me. I bring up my head. Not making eye contact.

"Um, Just going where ever this crazy train takes me." I tell her. This time looking directly at her.

She smiles. Her cheecks slightly turning pink. I smile.

What a day.

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Isabell's p.o.v

"I need somebody now. Someone to help me out"

It hits me. Holy poop. He-the the Shawn Mendes is sitting next to me! What!

I bring my hands up to my face and start laughing.

"Whats so funny" I hear Shawn sweet voice ask.

I turn to look up at him.

He looks just as confused as i am.

"You" i spat out. That didnt come out as i wanted it too.

His face looks saddened. Yet, confused!.

"Im sorry. I-i i just....Your freaking Shawn Mendes" I speak out loud.

My words causing him to laugh. Sweet lord that laugh!

"The one and only" he returns.

"Im sorry, um...Im Isabell" i stick out my hand. He glady takes out his hand as well.

"Freak" I say. He looks at me concerned.

"I just. Im freaking out. Pardon me" I tell him.

"Its okay" i continue to look at him.

Its really him! Its really him!

Hes wearing a black long sleeve with his signature pants and boots.

Im wearing my freaking pink sweatshirt and leggings!

"What are you listeing too?" His candian accent picking up in my ear.

Oh shoot. What do i say? Well, i cant lie! Ummm.....

"In my blood" i tell him. Bringing my head down low in shame.

I see from my corner of my eyes...Him smilling.

"I love that song. Such a good song" He jokes while putting his hand on his chest.

I laugh. I slightly hit him. Causing him to laugh twice as hard.

"Such a good singer too, ehh?" He says between laughter.

"TOTALLY" i say a bit louder. We all get stares from people around us.

We finally calmed down.

"How old are you Isabell?" Shawn asks me.

I look at him.

"Im 17" I inform him. He smiles.

"Im 18" He tells me.

I know.

"Nice" i say smilling.

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