Moonstruck

Chapter V

ONE YEAR LATER

After the disaster that was known as "The Sister Incident", everything in Shawn's life turned upside down.
He developed a phobia of everything related to Dora, or Kinder chocolate (Thank God he lived in the United States where it was banned, though Canada was still a problem.)
To make matters even worse, everyone wanted to know; what happened? Who saved him? What was James's makeup like? How come he and Camila broke up even though E!Entertainment had proclaimed them "couple of the year"?

Paparazzi and crazed fans followed him and his family everywhere, so he had to begrudgingly step out of the spotlight for a while.

As if his life wasn't shitty enough, it got even worse when the CIA showed up at his doorstep.
They had sent two women, agent Poultry and agent Raisin to collect his testimony and some clues regarding some of the Sisters identities.
They questioned him relentlessly, but Shawn was sworn to secrecy. He had promised Madison and Tom to keep their so called "organization" a secret.

-"Okay Shawn, I'm going to ask you one more time, who carried you out of that cave?"

-"Do you seriously expect me to remember? I was traumatized okay? Like, seriously scarred. The last thing I remember was that Camila was going to convert me to the religion of Dora or something, and then I blacked out! Next thing I know, I'm on a beach in Cuba."

Agent Raisin sighed, and looked at him with disappointment and regret. He had told them the same story over and over again, except each time he altered or omitted a few details.
-"Well, Shawn, unfortunately," she hesitated, "we think the Sisters are making a comeback."

His heart dropped. How could they?! Madison promised him that they would intercept them.
-"What?! How!? Isn't it your job to find and stop them?!" I gave you their names!"

-"Well," said Agent Poultry, "James Charles was sighted in Los Angeles. We also received a parcel at the bureau threatening us to drop the case, it was accompanied with Camila's album, telling us to stream it."

He felt like he was in the cave all over again. Had Madison lied to him?

-"Paris Hilton, Kendall Jenner, Kim and Kanye, Mia Mcberkins, all those names you've given us, they all have disappeared, all of them off the map." Continued Agent Raisin.

What if Madison tricked him? Well, if she did, she was about to get a taste of her own medicine.

-"Did you try talking to Tom Netherlands?"

They both looked at him quizzically.
-"Excuse us? Do you mean Tom Holland?"
He nodded.
-"Well, what about him? Does he have anything to do with this case? Have you been hiding something from us Shawn?"

He looked at them dead in the eye.
-"I don't know, Agents, you tell me, I suddenly remember seeing someone dressed as Spider-Man, maybe it's a sign."

Agent Poultry rubbed her face in her hands. They had been interviewing him for six months, and they still didn't get anything out of him except for names, the ever-changing sob story, and random references to pop culture.
-"Shawn, it's just a role he plays, he's an actor for God's sake."

-"Hey," he raised his hands in mock-defeat, "you asked me to help you with this!"

The agents must have thought he was nuts, but at least they got a bit of information out of him, and that was a bit of progress, and so they left.

After their departure, Shawn decided to meet up with his girlfriend at the park.
He hadn't seen her in so long, and he missed her soothing voice and tender caress.

He stepped out of his mansion and decided to walk to the park, so that he could stretch his legs after sitting for three hours at that stupid interview.

On his way, he stopped by a flower shop and bought her a heavenly-looking bouquet of pink roses.
When he arrived at the park, he stood in front of the fountain, waiting for her, though he wasn't sure at what time she would arrive. There was a faint buzz humming in the air, like the beating wings of a thousand butterflies. The sky was like a painter's palette; a blend of soft blues and vibrant pinks, like those honey-glazed moments right before the sun sets.
It was like a poet's dream.

-"Shawn?" said a familiar voice. He was smiling before he even turned around, knowing who was standing behind him without even looking.
"Nicki" he sighed. She whirled around and throwed herself into his arms.
"I've been waiting for you," he said, kissing her cheek, her neck, lips spilling over her skin like he couldn't get enough of her.
"I know," she whispered, softly, as his lips moved against hers like water, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he reassured, voice gentle in her ear as his hands carded through her vibrant pink and fuchsia colored hair.

It was a beautiful day indeed.

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