SENIORS | shawmila

four.

Shawn woke up early Sunday to work on the pictures he'd taken in the park. These were important, they were supposed to go in his portfolio, only he found his mind wandering as he stared at the pictures of the water.

Last night didn't really go like he planned. It could have been better, but it could have also gone way worse. She'd been hanging out with her ex-boyfriends all night, but then she was all over him when they got back home. Why the hell did she have to be drunk?

What would have happened if she wasn't? Would he really have had sex with her again? Yes, he knew he would have, never mind the fact that his whole family was asleep in the same house. Maybe it was a good thing she was, and that he said no. But then he had to go ahead and say yes to today.

It wasn't the way he wanted it to happen again, her deciding she wanted it while drunk. But once again, he was weak and said yes. He told himself she might not even remember, though.

He finished some of his pictures and reached for his phone. Another thing last night was that Shelby agreed to be in his portfolio. He wasn't above sucking up to the yearbook staff by putting the school's favorite student in his pictures, but hopefully, it'd actually work. He'd just have to find time to talk to her at school when she wasn't surrounded by a million other people.

He texted Camila a quick good morning and asked how she felt. He didn't really expect her up for a few hours, and she'd probably feel like crap anyways. As expected, she didn't reply, so he decided to take a shower.

He couldn't help where his mind wandered when he got under the hot water.

He remembered the way she felt in his lap, her head on his shoulder. It was so perfect, like she belonged there. He just wanted to hold her against him and never let her go.

He almost died when she started licking his neck, asking what he wanted to do to her. She had no idea the things he wanted. He wanted to make love to her again. He wanted to lay her down in his bed and make her feel so good.

But she probably just wanted to do it for fun.

He told himself it would be okay. If she still wanted to, he would, but if she didn't even remember, then that was fine too. Probably for the best.

He got out of the shower and got dressed. He spent a few hours relaxing, watching tv and dreading the grind of another week of school. His parents took his sister out to finish shopping for her equipment before her hockey league started practicing for the season. Shawn was just considering taking a nap or something before doing some homework, when he got a text.

It was Camila asking to come over. He couldn't help but wonder exactly what she wanted. Did she want to study? Hang out? Or more? Did she remember what they planned? All he knew was that he had to go change his sheets on his bed, make sure he had clean ones.

It was a good thing he just showered.

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Camila dreamed about Shawn. He was in and out of her dreams, his voice, his laugh. He felt like he was laying right beside her. It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she realized why. She'd been draped in his scent, sleeping in his sweatshirt.

She woke up a few times, once to drink a bunch of water, before going back to sleep. It was late afternoon when she finally woke up for good, stretching in bed and laying there, letting her groggy and fuzzy mind adjust to the sunlight coming in through the curtains.

She wasn't as hungover as she thought, but last night was definitely fuzzy. She tried not to think too much about waking up with no pants on. She usually took her pants off when she was asleep.