2 days later
Sydney POV
The sun creeps it's way through my window hitting my straight in the face. Now I won't be able to go back to sleep. I should really start remembering to close the curtains at night.
Two whole days have passed since my fight with Jack and my moment with Cam and I've barely spoken to either of them. Two painful days.
I can't help but feel an attraction to Gilinsky even though my heart's set on Cam. I have nothing more than a sexual attraction towards Jack. We would never work out anyways.
Right?
I clamber out of my warm duvet and whimper at the contact of my feet with the cold wood floor. I hurriedly grab clothes for the day and head into the bathroom where the floor is heated. I strip off my clothes throwing them in the hamper and turn the shower on. "Here" by Alessia Cara blasts through my phone's speakers.
The beads of water hit my back in fast stinging motions helping relax the tension in my shoulders.
After washing my hair and shaving I step out and dry off, putting on my outfit for the day, which consists of a "Harvard Law (just kidding)" tank top, white wash high waisted shorts, and a pair of black high top converse. I throw my hair into a bun, not bothering with makeup and head into the hallway.
My shoes squeak on the wood as I make my way down the stairs trying to be quiet. As I make it to the last stair, I stop. Is that a guitar?
I follow the noise back up the stairs and stop outside of one of the boys' rooms. Why can't I ever remember who's is who's? I lightly tap on the door with my knuckles and get no response. Hopefully who ever's in here won't mind if I let myself in.
I turn the knob hearing a click and push the door open with little force. When I peek around the door, I see a bewildered looking Shawn sitting on the edge of his bed with a guitar in his hands and a notebook to his side.
"What're you doing in here?" He says coldly. Sweet Shawn being rude? Something must be wrong.
"I just heard someone playing guitar and wanted to know who it was."
He gives me a slight nod and brings his focus back to his guitar strings, his fingers plucking at them furiously, making an unpleasant noise. He groans and shoves his head in his hands.
"Is something wrong Shawn?"
"Nothing you can help with." He snaps.
"Hey, lighten up. You wouldn't know if I can help because you haven't even told me the problem." I walk over to his bed and sit across from him. Wow his bed is neat. Has he even-
"I know what your thinking," he cuts my thoughts short, "it doesn't even look like I've slept in the bed."
"How'd you know that?"
"Because you've been staring at the duvet for the past few minutes." He lightly chuckles.
"Well have you?"
"No, not really." He says running his hand through his hair.
"Can I ask why?"
He sighs and puts his guitar on the bed between us leaving the notebook beside him. "Well the past couple days my mind has been clouded with thoughts of a special someone.. I- I can't get her out of my head." I know the feeling, Shawn.
"I have, well had a girlfriend back in Canada and she recently decided the distance was too much for her; with me touring all the time and her always waiting for me to get home. But I don't think that's the real reason she cut things off. I mean, I told her that I'd be back in a few weeks when summer ends but I'm pretty positive she met someone else and she feels guilty about it." He pauses to blow up his cheeks and let out the air, "I mean I was in love with her, I still am. And right now I'm supposed to be writing a song to kick off tour with and all I can think about is her. I just feel so.. So beat up."
"I'm really sorry Shawn, you don't deserve any of that. How long have you been up trying to write this song?"
"I've been in here for the past 2 days just sulking and getting frustrated when I write shitty lyrics. Taylor comes and goes every once in a while but never says much." Poor guy.
"Have you ever thought about writing about her? You know, like about how she broke your heart?"
"Yeah- well actually no, I haven't."
"I could help you if you wanted. The last thing you need right now is to be alone anyways."
"You know how to write lyrics?" He asks, shocked.
"Yes and no. Lyrics are basically just poetry or stories paired up with music, and I love writing poetry." I grin. "Will you play me the music that you've written?"
He nods and picks up his guitar and strumming away. I never knew that Shawn could play and if he tours like he says, he can probably sing too.
"Wow, Shawn that was beautiful."
"Thank you, thank you." He says with a smirk. He stands up and curtsies, using his fingers to lift his imaginary skirt. "But about the lyrics.." He trails off getting frustrated again.
"You did say that she left you broken hearted and feeling beat up. And every broken heart need stitches right?"
"Right..." He replies grinning widely.
"So maybe something like this," I clear my throat. I can't believe I'm about to sing for poor heartbroken Shawn. "Got a feeling that I'm going under, but I know that I'll make it out alive if I quit calling you my lover and move on."
His eyes widen, "wow Sydney I really underestimated you! You're voice is beautiful."
"Thank you." I blush.
"And then it could go like: You watch me bleed until I can't breathe, I'm shaking falling onto my knees. And not that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches." He sings. Angelic is an understatement.
I inject, "then maybe it could go like: I'm tripping over myself, aching begging you to come help. And now that I'm without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches."
"We're getting somewhere oh my god!" He yells excitedly, smiling from ear to ear. He grabs his pencil and sloppily jots down all of the words we just sang onto a page in his notebook.
"I can work off of this. Thank you so much Sydney!" He pulls me into a hug.
"I'm glad to help Shawn." I wink at him. I stand and walk over to the door. "Oh and Shawn?"
"Hmm?" He hums.
"If you have any more girl trouble, come to me. The boys would give you shitty advice anyways." I wink.
"You've got it." He smiles for what seems like the hundredth time since we came up with a chorus."
I smile back at him and shut the door behind me.
This time when I walk down the stairs the majority of the boys are sitting on the couch talking. I walk over to the edge of the couch and sit on the arm going unnoticed.
"Hey look who finally showed up." A voice says from behind me. NO. I know that voice.
I turn to see a smirking brown-headed boy that I had previously hoped to never see again. Sammy. Why is he here?!
Scared to death I slip off of the arm and into the boy's lap who was sitting beside it. It just so happens to be Carter.
"Hey pretty lady." He raises his eyebrows with every word.
"Not the time Cahtah." Yes, the boys finally made me watch their vines and I find Carter's mom hilarious.
He frowns and goes back got the conversation he was having with Taylor.
I can feel Sam's eyes burning into the back of my head. I look around the room, my eyes locking with Cameron's silently pleading for help.
He returns my look with a confused one and I clear my throat. "I'm going to get some water."
I get off of Cater's lap and slip into the kitchen hoping to be left alone. I take a glass from the clean dishes in the dishwasher and fill it with water sipping slowly.
Why is Sammy here? Who invited him?
I finish the water in my cup and grab a banana. I walk up the stairs again and into my room plopping down on the bed.
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Cameron POV
Sydney just gave me a weird look that I didn't understand and walked into the kitchen right after. I feel bad that I haven't talked to her but then again I don't. I can't get attached to her because Matt told all of us that she's off limits after we first met her. But the fact that I can't have her only makes me want her more.
"Guys where's the bathroom I have to piss." I frown at the familiar voice and look up. Sammy? That's what she was trying to tell me. She was scared. Fuck, I'm such an idiot.
"Uh it's upstairs and to the left." Johnson pipes up.
Sydney's upstairs. I'll kill that piece of shit if he even lays a finger on my girls head. Dammit Cam, you can't have her.
I can't worry too much. He wouldn't dare, not when all of us are right downstairs.
My worries about Sydney wash away while engaging myself in conversation with Nash. God, I swear that kid's my best friend for a reason. Even without meaning to he always makes me feel at ease and happy.
After a little while and a lot of laughs the boys start to make their way up to their rooms.
"Oh damn we've been down here for a long time." Nash yawns.
Sammy rushes down the stairs hurriedly but casually if that's possible. "Later guys."
"Who the fuck even invited you?" I say under my breath. "Has anybody seen Sydney?" I say louder this time.
Everyone shakes their head and resumes what the were doing; but Sam looks like a deer in the headlights.
My blood boils at the thought of him touching her. "You fucking didn't." I growl.
"Maybe I did." He smirks and walks out to his car.
I run up the stairs, taking them in two's and go straight to Sydney's room. I turn the knob, not waiting to see if she'd answer my knocks.
"Sydney?" I call.
I hear muffled sobs coming from within the bathroom. I jiggle the doorknob a little before I realize it's locked.
"Go away Sammy!" She whimpers. She sounds so broken I can feel my heart shattering into tiny pieces.
"It's Cameron." I plead.
After about five minutes I hear shuffling and the bathroom door creaks open revealing a tear stained, half naked Sydney.
"Well what're you waiting for? You can come in." She whispers wiping her nose.
I walk in the space she left between the door and the frame and shut and lock the bathroom door behind me.
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A/N: ITS MY BIRTHDAY GUYS lol hope this chapter wasn't too crappy