☁️: thank u for all ur comments, even the sad ones! i truly laugh at them all, like i eat that shit up. i promise this (maybe) is the last time skip!! i just had this idea festering in my brain for so long and i've had it actually written for even longer!! bare with me, i beg of you.
uh you know the drill, it's not proofread it's never proofread. the day i say something is proofread call the fucking POLICE i've been hate crimed
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It was 5:37 am on May 21 when Minnie swiped her stupid card in the stupid door as she walked into the stupid hotel room.
Her eyes were puffier than any Cheetos brand product, and the underside of her nose was rubbed raw. Her sinuses were so clogged she felt like her head was going to implode.
She'd cried so much she felt as though salty tears coated her entire body. All her mind could focus on was how sticky she felt all over.
Without any mind paid to whether Shawn was awake or not, she stripped herself of her clothes at the closing of the front door. She left a pile of everything she was wearing right where she was standing, stepping out of it and straight towards the restroom. A shower would fix this.
Shawn awoke to his own deathly grip around a pillow... a pillow. Throwing his comforter to the ground, he leapt out of bed, his legs weak as he stumbled over to the door. With sleep still tugging at his brain cells, his automatic assumption upon seeing the pile of Minnie's clothes was that she had vanished from existence. He rubbed at his eyes, more confused than ever before as he knelt before the suspicious pile. As he examined closer, he couldn't help but notice the pile contained of all of her clothes; undergarments and all. Very few thoughts were running through his head as he poked through the articles, taking in his hand what could only be described as the girl's unmentionables.
(a/n): BYE HE'S SO WEIRD, IT'S GIVING JOE GOLDBERG
The faint click of the bathroom door had Shawn scrambling to drop the thin material back into the crumpled mess of clothes. He tried to look as casual as possible as he trotted back to the bedroom, genuinely curious as to why Minnie decided to strip. Like come on, the one time he was asleep?
Thankfully, he made it to the safety of the bed as she emerged from the bathroom, scrunching at her freshly washed hair with a towel. She hadn't noticed Shawn's awakened status as he took in her outfit choice; his sweats and his shirt. Duh, it was cliche but he could've kissed her right then and there. She left the room for a moment, leaving Shawn in a moment of grief before she returned with the pile he'd just been prodding around in.
"Shit," Minnie said along with a quick intake of air, "I didn't know you were awake."
"Oh, me? No, I practically just opened my eyes." Hey man, he's a singer not an actor.
"Mmhmm," Minnie eyed him suspiciously, tossing her clothes into a hamper, just now offering him her full attention. "What's your deal?"
Shawn put his hand over his chest, "What's my deal? What's your deal? You know I woke up snuggling a pillow, right?"
"I was just going out for a drive." Minnie dismissed him, avoiding the topic of conversation as she left the room.
Shawn, yet again, in a mess of movements, followed her. "You listened to it, didn't you?"
"So what if I did?" Minnie shrugged, seating herself on the couch. Alas, before she could reach the remote, Shawn snatched it up.
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"Did my advice mean nothing to you?" Shawn spoke dryly.
"It meant plenty, thank you. I just don't care." Minnie stood to try and swipe the remote back, but Shawn held it high above his head.
