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requested by: Mlight123

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"come on ma! it's shawn and camilla at one concert! i have to go!" you protest.

"basta ya! you're not going, luna. get some sleep," your mom slammed the door while you fell on your bed with a grunt.

"bAStA yA!" you mocked her. you pulled out your phone before opening up your messages and texting ethan.

y/n: i can't go. my mom is crazy.

ethan: really?
ethan: wait! i have an idea!

y/n: what is it?

you waited for a reply but it never came. so you laid back down on your bed thinking of all the songs shawn was going to sing. he was going to be the life of the party and there was going to be nothing holding him back. you had to go!

but yet here you were all alone in your room, and you never wanted to be alone.

something came at your window and you jumped at the sudden sound. you went over and found ethan wearing a dark blue button down with black jeans and vans.

"what are you doing here?" you whispered as you opened the window.

he shrugged. "i thought we could do the rapunzel thing. i was watching kian and jc and kian was talking about it and i though it would work."

"oh my god, ethan. really?" you shake your head. "how is that gonna work?"

"I-just you uh," he stammers. "i-i didn't think it through," he scratches the back of his head. "oh wait! how about you just run out of the house? will that work?"

"do you want me to die?"

"just try it! i need to go see my baby, camilla!" he pouts. you flick him off before nodding.

"at my funeral, get me roses."

"you're not seriously making shawn mendes puns right now, are you?" ethan chuckles.

"don't be a fool, ethan," he shakes his head. "sorry, did you not understand?"

"luna!" he yells.

"alright im going!" you close the window and begin to open the door slowly. your mom's door was closed, which meant she probably was asleep. you tiptoed past her bedroom and down the stairs. you opened the door to hear a voice from the kitchen.

"luna? is that you?" your mom's voice spoke.

"shoot," you whispered. you quickly ran out the door with your mom screaming behind you. ethan sat in the car with the radio turned up all the way. you opened the door and told him to drive immediately. "go, go! there's a crazy latina lady chasing me!" he saw your mom coming closer and he instantly drove off. "oh god, im so dead." you sunk further into your seat.

"yeah you are. oh, you totally are." you groaned and tried to block it out. after all, you had a shawn concert ahead of you.