I wake up with light beaming on my face. I groan and tilt my head away. I feel hot. I also feel sick. My face hurts really bad. I squint my eyes and see Shawn underneath me.
Oh my god.
I got into a fight with Maria, I came up here, he gave me clothes, we kissed, we fell asleep.
Oh my god did we? Oh my FUCKING GOD!
I slowly move my hand down to see if I have pants on.
Yes.
Do I have panties?
Yes.
I sigh in relief and examine Shawn's upper half and look at Shawn's face and he looks so peaceful. His lips are parted in a way where he looks like he's pouting. Although his face is in a frown, he looks zen. His hand is in my hair and the other is interlaced with mine. He pulls me closer to him and I silently squeal with anxiety. He sighs... Or yawns, I don't know.
"Morning." He says.
"Goodmorning." I groan. My head is spinning and my stomach kind of hurts.
"How are you feeling?" He asks, raking his fingers through my hair, sending goosebumps down my neck.
"Not so great," I whine and he laughs.
"Well, I think you may have drank a little too much last night." He teases. His hand goes up to my face and he puts his finger on my aching cheek, I wince. I sit up slowly, he removes his hand, "damn, it looks pretty bad." He frowns and sits up onto the headboard.
"Like, on a scale of one to ten in bruising, how bad?" I ask, smiling slightly. He chuckles and examines it.
"I would say an 8." He grimaces as he touches it again. I wince again and he bites his lip.
"Sorry." He whispers and I nod, "well, there's no cuts or anything. Pull down the collar of your shirt." He demands, I hide my annoyance and pull down the collar of his hoodie, removing my hand from his. He looks at the scratch and nods, "that looks good, it should be healed within like a few days." He shrugs and I let go of the collar. Shawn looks at my cheek again and sighs, "does it hurt?" He asks and I nod.
"Yeah, I kind of forgot about it though." I frown slightly and he lays his head back.
I begin to realize exactly where I am. My legs are on either side of his body and I rub my face.
Oh my god. I'm straddling him.
My cheeks go hot red and I roll off of his lap onto the other side of the bed.
"Sorry," I say, covering my face with embarrassment. He chuckles and stands up to stretch.
"Nothing to be sorry for. Plus, I didn't mind you being on top of me." He winks and my cheeks go even redder.
"What time is it?" I change the subject, moving my hands off my face.
"Like, 9." He says and I groan and go under the covers, "I'll be right back." I stick my hand out from the blankets and hear the door open and close.
That did not just happen. Oh my god. Dude. Where's Brooklyn?? Does she know I'm here? Is she okay? Where's Maria? Does SHE know I'm here? If so, I'm fucked. I shouldn't be here. I need to stop coming to these stupid fucking parties.
I sit up again and look for my phone. I notice it on the tables nightstand. I reach over and grab it.
Why's it so bright in here?
I pull the curtain over the windows, making the room go slightly darker. I grab my phone, it's cold. I turn it on, it's on 10 percent.
Thank God.
I open it and see 3 messages and some notifications that aren't that important.
Rebecca❤️ sent you a message
Mother sent you a message
Brooke💞 sent you a message
I open my mother's, knowing if I don't answer her, she'll freak.
Mother
Hey Brianna, I've sent you a package for your birthday. It should arrive on the 15th or so. Also good morning. You should be awake. I expect a text back within noon.
6:40am
Hey Mom, thank you so much for the gift! I am very excited to receive it. Sorry for not texting back soon, I was studying in the library. I'm available if you'd like to talk.
9:13am
Lies on lies on lies on lies. I don't even want her stupid fucking present. I'm sure it's something like pretty lotion she thinks will look good on my nightstand.
I roll my eyes, go back under the covers and open Brooke's text.
Brooke 💞
Hey bish, I just got back home. I hope your doing alright.
4:19am
Ik ur face probably hurts like a bitch lmaoooo
4:20am
Call me when u wake up xoxo
4:20am
BAHHAHA LOOK AY THE TME 💀
4:20am
Lmao hey
9:14am
I'm not gonna call you cuz I know your sleeping soooo
9:14am
And yes, my face hurts really fucking bad :((
9:14am
Call me when you wake up :)
9:15am
Damn, my face does hurt really bad.
Rebecca ❤️
Briiiiiiiiiiii
10:11pm
BRIIIIIIII
10:21pm
Ugh you suck
11:03
Brooke told me where you are... WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
4:41am
HELLOOOOOOO
4:52am
ANSWERRR PLEASEEEEE
4:59am
Call me.
5:10am
Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'm only seeing this now.
9:16am
I don't wanna bother you, just in case your sleeping so call me when you're awake.
9:17am
I'm so sorry for not answering
9:17am
Shit.
I hear the door open and move my head out of the covers. Shawn has a water bottle, some cut up mango and a container of Advil. He closes the door with his foot and locks it.
"You trying to poison me?" I tease and he rolls his eyes.
"Of course." He remarks. I sit up and my head pounds, "if you need to throw up, let me know." He asks, handing me the plate of mangoes.
"Thanks, Shawn," I say and he shrugs.
"You don't have to thank me." He says, I put the mangoes on my lap and he hands me my water bottle and the pill. I take it and feel the dry thing go down my throat. I make a gross face and drink more water. He laughs at me, "eat your damn mangoes." He chuckles. I smile shyly and eat a mango. He grabs one. We just sit in silence and eat mangoes from a plate.
When we finish, I put the plate on the nightstand and Shawn turns on the tv. He opens Netflix and starts watching, 'Click' with Adam Sandler. I lay down and he looks at me.
"You alright?" He asks and I nod.
"I'm just tired." I shrug and he nods.
"Take another nap, I'll wake you up in like an hour." He says and I just stare at him.
"Okay," I say hesitantly. I go under the covers and I find his hand. Something about holding someone's hand makes me feel comfortable. I grab it and interlace my fingers with his. He looks down at me and does the same, squeezing it gently. We smile softly at each other and I get that warm feeling again. I sigh and close my eyes, taking my mind off of it and drifting off into sleep.