Not Just A Body; A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

Chapter Forty-Four

EMILY'S POV

"Um. What are you doing here?" I asked Shawn quickly.

"The real question is why are you?" He asked while he was rising from my bed.

"I asked you first," I protested.

"I'm here because your mom said I should come over. Now why are you here?" He said firmly.

"Why should it matter to you?" I scoffed.

"Because when you left you said there were too many memories here for you. You said you would stay as far away as you could, that you never wanted to come back. So why did you?" He said tilting his head.

"I got tired of the same thing everyday. Ever since I got kicked out of school and my dad died, things became boring," I said glaring at him as I mentioned getting kicked out of school.

"You know I feel bad about getting you kicked out right?" He asked me.

"Yeah okay. I told you only a few people and no alcohol allowed and you broke both of those rules. And then when the cops came you fled the scene. So much for feeling bad. You know I ran away after that right?" I retorted.

"No I didn't. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for all this to happen," he sighed.

"Shawn, you say that a lot. You mess up a lot. I get it. I'm tired of your mistakes. I fall into your trap every time, and you say it's okay because you love me too. But it's always you that messes it up again. I'm done with your games. You are the game maker and I am the player, and you continue to change the rules. I don't know how much more heartache I can take. So please, just go before you see something you shouldn't," I had to grab the dresser to keep myself from collapsing.

"What happened to you?" He questioned me. I couldn't tell him about Cameron, so I had to make a twisted truth.

"When my dad died I took it pretty hard. He was my best friend and he was the one who was always there for me. I couldn't stand sleeping in the apartment knowing he bought it. Knowing it was his house. It was like his ghost was haunting me," I sighed. It wasn't a lie, all that was true. I just left out the actual, and final, reason why I left.

"How long are you staying?" He asked me.

"I think I'm going to finish out junior year then find a different city for senior year," I looked around the room at its blank walls.

"Oh. So you're going to school here?" He asked me.

"I start tomorrow!" I fake-excitedly shouted and pumped my fists.

"Then we can have fun in classes again," he smiled. I could tell something was off with him but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Well I should go," he said.

"Yeah probably," I gestures towards the door.

"I missed you, Emily. I'm always here for you no matter what. You deserve the good, nothing less. You're doing great," he said as he kissed my cheek and left.

His words lingered with me for awhile. "You deserve the good, nothing less," I kept repeating to myself. But Cameron's words said the opposite. That I deserve bad. I sat down on my new bed and looked around at everything. I heard footsteps then slowly creak up the wooden staircase as I was taking in the new surrounding.

"Hey Em," my mother said as she pushed the door open slightly. "I saw Shawn leave, something happen?" She said as she stood in front of me.

"Why did you ask him to come?" I snorted back.

"Because over the phone you seemed depressed and upset. I know that you two were always great friends, so I knew he could help you out. Plus I've always been team shamily," she smiled at me.

"Shamily disappeared awhile ago, mom," I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you would've known if you stayed around in my life longer," I stated.

"You need to change your attitude towards me. I know I left you and I feel bad about it. But I'm here now, aren't I?" She pleaded me.

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged.

"I'm going on a date, leaving in ten minutes. But there are boxes of yours from your old house in the basement so feel free to go through them. There's also a box someone dropped off for you a year ago here. I never could give it to you, but you're here now. You probably won't see me until tomorrow after school so have a good first day. I love you," she kissed my head and then left my room.

I scanned the room for anything fun to do but couldn't find anything. After fifteen minutes of wandering around I ended up in the basement amongst my former things. I went towards the first box I saw and opened it. It held my pictures from a very long time ago. Pictures of me and Shawn, of me and Hunter, of me and Olivia, and of me and my dad. I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I immediately wiped it away. I closed that box and put it on the basement stairs. Next, I went to a different box and pried it open.

This box contained multiple articles of clothing. On the top there was an old sweatshirt Shawn gave me, it was still really big on me because it was just a couple years ago and we haven't grown that much. I set it aside and looked through the rest of the clothes. I realized that all the clothes in this box were Shawn's that I must have kept over the years. I put the sweatshirt back into the box and closed the cover once again. I placed the Shawn box next to the photograph box and went to the next box.

As I was examining the last box after going through twenty or so of clothes and old toys I found an address. It came from my old house, which was strange. I looked at the name and instantly remembered what Shawn told me last time I visited town.

"Hunter moved into your old house."