SHAWN

Aaliyah came into the house and took off her shoes, throwing herself on the couch. She had a fun afternoon at her friend Sarah's house, whom she had not seen for a long time since she moved to that side of town.

When they were little, they were inseparable, doing almost everything together, but when Shawn started to become famous, it had become impossible to live on the edge of town of Vancouver due to the lack of security with which a pop star was threatened, so the simple life Aaliyah had known had been left behind.

Although her brother's stardom had made it difficult for them to keep their friendship, they had always kept in touch by phone or internet, and the day before Sarah had called to invite Aaliyah to her brother's birthday. The girl remembered Paul, Sarah's brother, as a skinny boy and a face full of acne that loved to bother her, but when she saw him that day, she realized how much he had changed.

The skinny boy had given way to an attractive, muscular boy who had a beautiful face with no sign of acne. Aaliyah had spent the afternoon talking to him and had been impressed with his intelligence, they exchanged phones, he had promised to call, and she had crossed her fingers hoping it would happen soon.

The sound of the piano coming from Shawn's room took her out of her thoughts, leaving her intrigued. Her brother was never home at this time on Sundays, preferring to spend time with his few friends. As she climbed the stairs, she sharpened her ears and realized that the song he played was In my blood, and Aaliyah knew that Shawn only played that song at home if he was sad or in trouble. She heard him sing:

Help me, it's like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up

No medicine is strong enough

Someone help me I'm crawling in my skin

Sometimes I feel like giving up

But I just can't I

t isn't in my blood

At this point in the song he stopped singing and only played it on the piano. Aaliyah put her head in the doorway of Shawn's room and said:

- Can I come in?

- Sure. - Shawn responded by keeping his eyes on the piano keys.

- What's the problem, Shawn? - Aaliyah couldn't help but notice how down his brother looked, and wondered if he was sick.

- Why do you think I have a problem? He asked without looking at her.

- I know you better than I know myself, and you wouldn't be home on Sunday if you didn't have a problem. - Shawn lifted his head and sighed, then went to the window and watched the busy street for a few seconds, and then said

:- The problem is a girl.

- A girl? That's interesting. But, come on and tell me everything.

- I don't know if I should talk to my 16-year-old sister about it.

- We always talk about your dates. I don't know why it should be different now. - She sat on her brother's bed, and she waited patiently for Shawn to tell her what was bothering him.

- This girl is different. She's very special, but I don't think she likes me very much. - He kept his head down, looking pretty upset.

- What's that? A girl who snubs my brother and doesn't go to bed with him on the first date deserves my respect.

- You shouldn't know about these things, Aaliyah.

- I have anatomy, biology and sex education at school. So don't be so old-fashioned. Shawn. Now, finish telling me about your love life. - The girl said impatient, leaning her chin between her hands.

- Well, when we kiss, we understand each other so well, but then she runs away from me, and I can't understand why. - Shawn sat down next to the piano again, and passed her fingers gently over the keyboard. Aaliyah observed her brother's gloomy expression and asked:

- Are you in love with her? - Shawn remained silent. He had asked himself that question a million times that day, but couldn't get a concrete answer. Rosaly messed with his head, bewitched him with her wonderful eyes, seduced him with her fairy kisses, and aroused in him a protective instinct he had never had with anyone before. All those feelings were new to him, because all he had felt before with other girls were feelings connected to physical satisfaction, none of them put his heart at risk like it is now, and that made him confused. He looked at his sister who was waiting for his answer and said by running his hands through his hair:

- All this is very confusing to me. I've never met a girl like Rosely, she seems so self-sufficient, so independent, and at the same time she has a fragile side that makes me want to take care of her all the time. So I don't know what to call that mix of feelings yet.

And how does she feel about being courted by star Shawn Mendes? - Aaliyah asked with a certain humor in her eyes.

- You won't believe it, but she doesn't know who I am.

- What do you mean? - Aaliyah asked in amazement.

- She's Brazilian and has lived in Vancouver for a year. Rosaly told me that she doesn't participate in social networks and she doesn't care much about the Internet, preferring books," Shawn explained.

- That seems strange to me. How old is she?

- Twenty.

I wonder if she's hiding something, so she wants to keep you away from her.

- I've thought about it, but she doesn't seem like the type to keep skeletons in the closet.

- You think it's worth getting involved with this girl? There are so many others who would love to have you as a boyfriend. - Shawn looked at the wall in front of him, thinking about his sister's question, so she answered:

- She's complicated, confused, and she managed to make me angry today when I went to talk to her. - His eyes sparkled with contained anger as she remembered Rosaly's words to him that afternoon, but then she smiled when the image of her face formed in his mind. - But she's incredibly smart, funny when she can relax and let her guard down, and extremely sensitive too. - He could add other adjectives such as beautiful, sexy, sensual, but he didn't think it would be appropriate at the time.

- If that's not being in love, then I don't know what is. Have you looked in the mirror, Shawn? You look like a fool. - Aaliyah laughed at her brother's expression. It's been a long time since I've seen him like this because of a girl. She didn't know if it was a good sign or a bad sign.

- Stop sulking me, Aaliyah. Shawn said, also laughing at his sister's teasing.

- It's serious now, Shawn. You have to tell this girl who you are. If your intuition about her is right, she's not going to like to know it from someone else.

- I know, but it's just that it's been so nice spending this time with her like an ordinary person. It's been a long time since I've spent pleasant hours with someone, and Rosely is incredibly stimulating. Talking to her does me a lot of good because she's spontaneous in everything she does. ,

- Wow, I need to meet this fantastic human being.

- Maybe I'll introduce you to her sometime. If I can get close to her again. - Shawn suddenly got serious and Aaliyah realized it was time to leave him alone with his thoughts. She approached her brother, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said:

- I'm going to my room. If you need me, you know where to find me.

- Thanks, little sister. You know I love you, right? - stroked her sister's hair with affection.

- I know. I love you, too. - She smiled at him and left the room.

Shawn lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling wandering over that afternoon at Rosaly's house. He'd woken up crazy to see her, and he'd counted the hours to find her, remembering every moment of her eyes, her kiss, that sexy mouth that made him wish he'd gotten lost in its velvety texture, causing him all kinds of sensations.

He had arrived at Rosaly's apartment eager to be alone with her, thinking about everything they would talk about and do together. When she opened the door, he realized immediately that she was not well. He noticed her fragile appearance and red eyes, denouncing how much she had cried. His first instinct was to bring her into his arms and drive away all the anguish that she tried not to show him, and when she almost fainted in his arms, he had really worried.

Rosaly didn't look well, and he hadn't been able to figure out what had happened to her. Rosaly had said she had a cold, but that seemed unlikely to be the problem. There was something she wasn't telling him, and it made him upset. How could he help if she didn't tell him what was happening?

Rosaly had cried to him, and then apologized for getting out of control like that, and then confused him when she said they should be friends, because she didn't want to get involved with anyone. Didn't she realize it was too late for that? They were both involved and there was no turning back. However, what had made him angry was the way she had tried to make everything seem like a joke, a hobby against boredom, a chance.

However, Shawn knew she was lying, and he had proven with her lips and hands that it was far more than carnal desire. She still remembered Rosaly's perfect body adorned with black lace, her rounded shapes to the right size, and the small, beautiful breasts that fit his hands.

Perhaps he had been too daring to touch her so intimately, but he could not resist. Rosaly's whole body was an invitation to lust, and not to desire it was too difficult. But the fact was that she had sent him out of her life, and now, there he was, locked in his room and moved to frustration.

He needed to find a way to get close to Rosaly again, and make her admit that she wanted him, too. He couldn't let her go without having the chance to experience all that the relationship between them could offer, and Rosaly was important to him, he couldn't deny it. Was he in love? He wasn't sure, but he was willing to find out.

Hi, guys. I hope you'll like this chapter. Sorry for any mistakes. Kisses.