Sheo Forever

Chapter 41 - Here We Come

LAMEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!! JUST A PRE-WARNING, THIS IS SO LAME!!!!!!!!! HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT :D

Shai pov -

We've been sitting on the beach for about 10 minutes now. We decided to walk to the end of the pier and back, and then sit on the shore.

"So, what's your new movie about?" I ask, running my hand through Theo's hair.

He is laying in between my legs, with his head on my upper thigh. He looks up at me before replying. "Murder, I think," he whispers.

I smile. "You'd be good at that." I lean down and kiss is forehead, lingering for a moment.

A few moments later, all of a sudden, Theo winces and curls himself up into a ball laying on his right side, breathing hard. One of his hands is holding the right side of his abdomen, the other squeezing my leg tightly.

"Theo? What's wrong?" I panic.

He takes a few deep breaths before answering me, "Nothing, baby. I'm fine. Just a slight pain." 3 more deep breaths. "What do you have planned for the rest of our date?" he all but groans out in pain. He clenches his teeth hard, his jaw tightening.

"Are you sure you're alright? Should you go to the hospital?"

"No! I'm fine. I told you. Just a slight pain, baby, that's all," comes his reply. "What do you have planned?" he repeats.

"I thought we could go out for dinner, and then either watch the stars or go to the Drive-In. It's your choice, though, so, what would you like to do?" I start brushing my fingers through his hair again, and he smiles up at me.

"I think we should watch the stars tonight, beautiful." He says painfully.

"Okay," I whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Okay."

***

All throughout dinner, Theo kept wincing and clutching his right side. Every time I had asked him what was wrong, he would either tell me it's nothing or change the subject.

We are currently sitting in the tray of his truck, under a mountain of blankets, cuddling. Theo has on arm wrapped around me, the other, you guess it, on his stomach, putting pressure on it.

"Theo," I start, sitting up.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"That's what I was going to ask you. You keep clutching your right side. Let me see it," I say, moving to lift up his shirt.

He instantly jumps away from me, holding his shirt down. "No! No, you can't. I'm fine, Shailene. Nothing is wrong. Trust me on this will you?" he looks anywhere but my eyes, telling me that he is lying.