Kidnapping Shawn

The giggles and laughter of my friends and I are suddenly cut out as we suck in our breaths... our gazes traveling to him. "There he is..." whispers my friend Anna, who has short blonde hair and blue eyes. We all gasp as he begins to take off his clothes, revealing a perfectly stoned chest and his plump butt. We blush, trying not to be spotted.

Suddenly, my other friend Laila gasps loudly, as we take a glance at his... thing. The loud gasp is enough for him to spot us, his eyes wide with fear, his gorgeous body trembling. He walks towards us.

"W-who the hell are you 3?"

How did we ever get into this situation? What made us dare sneak in Shawn Rivera's house, knowing he is one of the top singers in the world, with millions of fans and considered the sweetest, bestest, and most richest singer in the whole world?

It all began with a sleepover.

We were all drinking— something we do when we want to relax and relieve stress. And since we have the big exams coming up, shots of vodka wouldn't hurt. So there we were, me, Anna, and Laila. Three girls in my bedroom drinking vodka and becoming scarily drunk.

"We should turn up the music!" Laila complains, struggling to stand up in order to turn up the volume on Shawn Rivera's 'Love You So' hit, which we were jamming to.

"Yeah!" Anna screams, and we all sway to Shawn's beautiful voice, and the beautiful music. "OMG... I love my husband Shawn so much..." Anna says, a smile on her lips. Laila frowns, the cup in her hand trembling.

"Shawn is not your husband! He's mine!" Laila accuses, beginning a fight. I cover my ears, taking in more shots, until I finally get tired of all the shouting that I scream:

"I love Shawn so much I would KIDNAP him!"

Both their heads snap to face me, mouths agape. "K-kidnap... Shawn?" Anna asks, incredulous.

"Wow... you sure love him!" Laila exclaims. I smile nervously, trying to calm them down.

"Don't take it seriously guys, I was just—"

"OMG, to prove we all love Shawn, we should kidnap him! Then we'll see who he loves the most while we hide him in my bedroom!" Anna says, swaying drunkily to the music. Her eyes narrow down to us. "Of course he'll pick me, though..."

"No he won't!"

I'm afraid the bickering between those two will begin, so I interrupt once again. "Okay, we'll kidnap him and he'll decide himself!" I say, wiping the mess of vodka on my pink lips. "Let's just get this over with," I say, and we both stumble out to the car.

The memories end there, as we both look up at the familiar face we've seen at concerts, interviews, and YouTube videos. We all blush as we see him, our Shawn. But he doesn't look to excited to see us, instead, he looks scared.

He takes out his phone, about to dial 911 when I stop him.

"DON'T! We're just three crazy drunk girls trying to kidnap you, okay?" I explain, and he looks at us without a word. He picks up his phone, but that's when Laila snatches it form his hands and Anna hits Shawn's head with her elbow. Shawn lays on the concrete in his garden where we somehow found and hid in to watch him, and we all try to take him into his home, about to figure out who he likes...

Or at least that's what we thought.