"Wow," I respond simply, knowing I can't say anything that will compare Shay's deep remark. "I don't really want to go home to an empty house. My parents are gone and Dan's with Abby, so it's gonna be extremely quiet," I confess.
"Do you want to come home with me?" Shay offers.
"Sure. Thank you so much, Shay."
Shay redirects his route from my home to his. Luckily, his house is just down the road from mine. We ride past my dark, lonesome house.
"You're welcome. Plus, I don't want to be alone tonight either." Our parents are on vacation together for the whole week. At least I have a brother to keep me company-Shay's an only child.
We arrive at Shay's house. Once again, he jumps out and opens my door for me before I can. He gently takes my hand and helps me out of the car. He leads me to the front porch where he unlocks the door. Shay touches a few fingers to my hip, guiding me inside. His fingers linger a little longer than they should have as he steps inside and shuts the door.
"Are you hungry? Do you want anything to drink?" he asks as I sit down on what I consider to be the most comfortable couch in the world.
"Yeah, I'm a little hungry. And can I have a bottle of water?" I respond.
"Sure. And I'm hungry, too. Why don't I make us some popcorn and and we can watch a movie?" Shay proposes.
"That sounds amazing." Only several minutes later, Shay joins me on the couch with two bottles of water and a huge bowl of popcorn.
"Do you want a tee shirt to sleep in?" Shay asks.
"Yeah, sure."
He disappears for a short minute and returns with a Guns N' Roses "Appetite for Destruction" shirt. Here. I got you some pajama pants too. You can change in my room."
"Thank you, Shay."
I enter Shay's bedroom, shut the door, and look around. The walls are lined with books of all different sorts. This surprises me because Shay doesn't come off as the type of person to be able to sit down and focus on reading. A record player sits in one corner of the room. Two shelves are stocked with vinyl records next to the player. His bed sits in the center of the the back wall. It's nicely made. The whole room is shockingly neat.
I struggle to unzip my short blue dress. I carefully remove my wedged shoes and step out of the dress. I fold it up and place it on Shay's bed. I then pull on the pajama pants. Finally, I put on his shirt. It's way too big because I'm extremely short. It smells like Shay: a mix of cologne and a fresh, soapy smell.
I collect my clothes and rejoin Shay on the couch. He had gotten us a blanket. "Is The Avengers okay?" Shay asks, grinning. He knows that's my favorite movie ever.
"You know it," I respond, laughing with him. He cues up the movie. My eyelids are already growing heavy. I stick my hand in the bowl and pull out popcorn. I eat the popcorn and take a sip of my water.
I hesitantly lay my head on Shay's chest. I'm scared he'll be freaked out that I'm doing this, but he wraps his arms around me. I fall asleep to Shay's steady heartbeat, his chest steadily rising and falling.
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My Brother's Best Friend (Shay Mooney)
Fanfiction"In that moment, I see him differently. For some reason this statement changes my opinion of him. He may not be the bad boy I've always assumed he is. I see a different side to him, a side that's more sensitive and more reserved. I see the side of h...
