"Why are you still here?" Shawn asks me getting his bag from the hospital bed beside me. "Well looks like I have a concussion" I say. "Wait what?" He asks. "Yeah, I was trying to get Carter to back off and he shoved me into the dumpsters." I explain. I can see his forehead wrinkle, hurting his bandaged eyebrow. But he quickly regains a blank expression. "I hate this." I say. "Im sorry shawn. Im sorry I didn't tell you they were my friends, im sorry I ignored you. Im sorry you got hurt and Im sorry I didnt stand up for you." I babble. "You're my best friend Shawn, I miss you" I say. He sits there and contemplates my apology. "You're so frekin stubborn." I huff. I can see him try and supress his grin. He gets up and walks towards me, extending his arms. I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck. I smile and hug him tight. "Nice song, by the way" I say. He pulls back. "I didnt mean-" he starts. "No its okay, I get it. It was good..like really good" and it was. I could tell singing really made him happy."you should put yourself out there-.Maybe you could get discovered" I say, Semi-Jokingly, he laughs "What are the kids at school going to think? They'll probably think its lame."
"Who cares what they think? They're idiots". I say. He laughs"True. Ugh those idoits distroyed my guitar" he huffs. "Dont worry" I say. "Well get them back"