[third person]
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the rain had stopped.

the night became slightly muggy, the air was stuffy; like a heavy duvet, but not one that makes you feel warm and as though you're at home. it was a blanket of unfriendliness, and complete fear, in a way, it was more alien than anything else in the world at that particular moment.

the stars, however, were diamonds, shining in the black carpet of the sky, glittering in the quiet, and the lonesome area, where fans were only just clearing out of: their squeals and loud voices being silenced by the powerful evermore that transcended up above, and far away from them.

anya leaned against the wall of the bus, waiting for shawn to come back. she wanted to tell him what she wanted desperately; she knew she had to tell him. it wasn't difficult to tell him either, it was pretty obvious he desired the exact same thing as she did.

shawn laughs along with andrew and zubin, the three of them making jokes about the night, and tour in general so far. it was the end of the european leg of the tour, and shawn wanted to get out of the bus and the hotel to have a well deserved night out. they approach the bus, and anya feels her heart flutter at the sight of shawn.

he was only a mere few steps away from the door, and where she was waiting, an arms length away to grab onto her and kiss her passionately. anya's fingertips brushed the back of his hand gently, but he kept walking, stepping into the bus.

he really wanted everything between them to be fake.

the eyes she thought were soft and gentle, never looked more dangerous before.

"shawn?" anya calls, slightly hurt and offended by his actions. "hey?"

"oh," shawn says, pretending to only just notice her. "hi."

"just hi?" she asks, as he shrugs, letting zubin and andrew walk onto the bus in front of him.

"what else am i supposed to say?" he asks back, turning his back to her, and stepping onto the tour bus, that would drive them back to their hotel. an applause is heard as soon as shawn steps onto the bus, followed by whoops and cheers. aaliyah looks closer at her brother, squinting her eyes, only to see anya trailing behind him, looking deeply upset and mute. she rolls her eyes, before standing up, and walking straight past shawn, confusing him. she holds onto anya's hand, dragging her to the front of the bus, and sitting down with her in the passenger seats.

"he didn't care," anya says softly, leaning her head against her window.

"don't let it get to you," aaliyah tells her softly. "he's probably just being ignorant to himself about things, i wouldn't worry."

anya looks behind her, seeing shawn laughing with the rest of the crew, him and brian joking around, and the rest of the group having a genuinely good time. anya lets out a small sigh, turning around to face the front again.

the bus starts driving back to the hotel, and anya can't help herself to feel a little hurt. yes, granted, she messed up completely, but shawn completely disregarded her, hours after confessing how he really feels about her.

that doesn't make sense.

they arrive back at the hotel after an hour of pure traffic, and shawn laughing too loudly for anya's liking. how does he get the right to be happy when she's torn over him? anya sighed to herself, grabbing her handbag, and quickly walking off of the bus before anyone could question her, or get off the bus before her.

"what's up with her?" andrew asks, noticing anya storming off. aaliyah scoffs, following the girl immediately, whilst shawn watches from afar. "you know what, i'm gonna go see what's up." andrew quickens his pace, leaving the bus quickly, and following aaliyah and anya inside the hotel. shawn shrugs to himself, picking up his things, leaving the bus himself, seeing a line of fans outside. he sighs to himself, as jake takes his bags, pushing shawn lightly into the direction of the fans.

"you sure you wanna take photos, bud?"

"yeah," shawn nods at jake. "you can go up, i'll be okay."

"you sure?" jake asks, as shawn nods, seeing the usual people not disturbing the hotel in general. "alright," shawn takes his bags back, starting at the beginning of the line, and walking down, taking photos with each of the fans, stopping for a quick conversation.

"why did anya storm off?" a girl asks him, after taking a photo with him.

"she's feeling a little sick," shawn lies. "i'm sure she'll be down tomorrow with me, though."

"oh, okay, i won't be here tomorrow, but could you give this to her?" she asks him, handing him a small gift bag.

"sure thing hun," shawn grins, taking the bag. "i'll tell her you said hi."

"thank you," the girl smiles, taking her phone back from shawn, and walking off. shawn shrugs, looking at the bag, before saying goodbye to the fans, and walking into the hotel, trying to balance all his belongings.

shawn gets to his hotel room, unlocking the door immediately, and walking inside, seeing a few gifts laid out on his bed. he smiles to himself, putting his guitar and bag down, walking to the bed, and reading the hamper note, saying it's from the o2, and seeing the other bottles of champagne lying in a crate next to the hamper. he takes his phone out of his pocket, texting the tour crew group chat, along with his parents, telling them to come to his room so they can finish the champagne, and snacks from the hamper.

he secretly hoped anya would turn up with them.
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"twelve bottles of champagne?" andrew bursts, looking at the desk of drinks. shawn chuckles, nodding, and scratching the back of his head, before bringing the tray of flutes that he got from room service. "oh my god."

"what are customs like with champagne?" shawn jokes, grabbing onto a bottle.

"better finish it all, then," mike says, patting shawns back. shawn laughs, cracking open the bottle of champagne, luckily none of it spilling out, before he fills up the flutes, handing them out to the band, geoff, andrew, ziggy, jake, brian, and his parents. he noticed anya and aaliyah weren't there, and he couldn't help but to feel a little bit upset about it.

"cheers to the european leg being over!" andrew yells, as everyone cheers, clinking their glasses, and taking a long needed sip. shawn finishes his in a shot, having the short conversations to everyone, before grabbing another bottle, and two more flutes, escaping out of his room without anyone noticing him. he walks down the corridor, knocking down on anya's door, holding the bottle under his arm, and the two flutes in one hand.

anya pauses the film her and aaliyah were watching, and gets up from the bed, opening up the door.

"hey," shawn says, suddenly slightly nervous. anya sighs to herself, folding her arms, and leaning against the door frame.

"what do you want?"

"champagne?" he offers, holding out the bottle. anya sighs, holding the door open, and letting shawn walk in. he grins, entering her room, and seeing aaliyah lying down on the bed. "oh, you're here."

"yeah," she scoffs. "i'm here." shawn chuckles, sitting down next to her, and scruffing up her hair. "shawn! stop!"

"hey! i brought drinks," he sighs, holding up the bottle. "for the legal adults here."

"isn't everyone in your room drinking?" aaliyah asks him, sitting up, leaning her back against the headboard of the bed, as anya reaches over shawns lap, grabbing the champagne, and two glasses, opening the bottle, and pouring out one glass.

"you can go now," she says to shawn, holding onto her glass of champagne.

"what?" shawn asks, scoffing slightly. "you're seriously gonna chuck me out?"

"yeah," anya says, folding her arms against her chest. "do you have a problem with that?"

"yes, i do," he says back to her. "why are you pissed at me?"

"are you fucking clueless?" she asks, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "just get out, shawn."

"i'm gonna go to shawns room," aaliyah says, getting off the bed and walking out of the room without an answer.

"i'm not getting out until you give me a proper answer," shawn says, leaning back, and putting his feet up on the bed.

"you can't do that!" anya bursts, spilling her glass of champagne.

"do what? what am i doing?" he asks, completely clueless.

"acting like what you said to me didn't hurt me! because it fucking did, shawn! it hurt," she says, putting her glass down. "it hurt a lot."

"what did i say?" he scoffs, letting out a chuckle. "please enlighten me to whatever the fuck i said that was wrong."

"you just, ugh!" she says, throwing her hands up in the air. "i get that i messed up but you don't have to treat me like a piece of shit!"

"anya, i don't-"

"you do! that's the thing! you do!" she yells. "you know exactly what i mean," she says, slightly calmer, but still letting her emotions get the better of her. "you tell me that you're crazy about me, and then you act like i don't even exist."

"i'm sorry," shawn breathes out, his lips moving into a small frown. "but what you're doing really fucks with my head, anya. you told me you were gonna end things with brian, and i walk in to see you making out with him? what's that supposed to say to me?"

"i'm sorry," she copies, sitting down on the bed, her back facing shawn. "god, i hate this so much."

"why?" shawn asks her softly, sitting up, and placing his hand on her back.

"i've never been like this, i-i've never fucked around," she sniffles, her eyes filling with tears. "i don't want to just fuck around. i want a relationship. one of those cliche ones which people get annoyed with, but being with you doesn't give me that, i know deep down that it's all fake and scripted."

"it's okay," he says gently to her, wrapping his arms around her torso. "you're okay. don't cry."

anya cuddles up to shawn, and for the first time since she left to go tour with them, she finally felt some sort of peace and happiness; she felt fully content, even though her mind was screaming at her for simply catching feelings for shawn.