Flawed (s.m.)

010.

 After Shawn sent me his address and told me which window belonged to him, I pulled up to his cute little one-story house in my shiny silver Lexus, the radio blaring "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls. Immediately noticing how loud the sound was, I turned the volume dial down as fast as possible, giggling a little at how idiotic that was. Pulling myself together, I hopped out of my car, but neglected to lock it due to the irritating beeping noise it would make. I eyed Shawn's window apprehensively, knowing this definitely wasn't the best idea. I hesitantly strolled through the freshly green grass of his front yard to find my way to the window. I took in a deep breath. Normally, I wouldn't be this nervous about such an operation, but this was Shawn. He seemed to be a good kid and I would hate to be the reason he got into any trouble, especially since he seemed to already be in the dog house with his parents. Anxiously, I knocked, and the familiar tall brunette peaked out at me through his blinds, making me smile. He swiftly slid the window open, offering me his hand for me to climb in.

 "I thought we were going out?" I mentioned, confused as to why he would want me to come in. He shook his head, his hand still extended towards me.

 "I was thinkin' about it and.. you know, you've never been inside my house," he said as if he'd come up with the greatest idea in the world. I looked around me, checking to see  if the street and the yard around me was actually empty. My gaze returned to the beautiful boy standing in front of me before I looked down at my beat-up Vans, rocking back and forth on my feet restlessly.

 "Um.. okay.." I muttered in agreement. I gently placed my tiny hand in his larger one, smiling at the feeling of his fingers intertwining themselves with mine. My foot positioned itself on the window sill, and with hardly any effort, he pulled me into his room. My eyes began to take in my surroundings, and I found myself admiring his room. It was plain and simple for the most part, which I liked. The faint smell of his cologne was present, and a couple posters of different artists, notably Ed Sheeran, took up random spaces on the beige walls, but that didn't manage to take my attention away from the guitar and recording equipment in the corner of the room. "You play?" I questioned, turning my body towards him again. He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly as he leaned against the space of wall next to his window.

 "Yeah.." he replied quietly, his cheeks already a light shade of pink. I thought it was the cutest thing that he was suddenly nervous, and I was curious to see what he could do.

 "Can you.." I began to ask, but I wasn't sure if he'd be willing to play anything for me. "Can you play something for me?" I finished, deciding that the worst thing that could happen would be him saying no.

 "I.. uh.." he started to object, but then his eyes fell on me. For some reason, he relaxed and gave me a small smile. I smiled back at him as he spoke again. "Yeah, of course," he changed his mind. I took a seat on the edge of his bed and with anticipation, waited for him to begin to play. He calmly strode over to the corner of his room to pick up the instrument, quickly strumming a few random notes. I heard his sharp intake of breath before he began to play a song that I didn't recognize at first. Then, to my surprise, he started singing. And he sounded absolutely incredible. I was staring at him in amazement while he sang the first verse of "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran, and I could feel my lips mold into a frown as he abruptly stopped right before the chorus.

 "Sorry.." he mumbled. "I.. um, I got nervous. Was that good enough?" he inquired, and it almost broke my heart that he could even think for a second that what he just did wasn't incredible.

 "Was it good enough?" I repeated, causing his eyes to widen in fear as he took my reaction in the complete wrong way as he let his guitar fall to his side, dangling from the strap. I jumped up to my feet with excitement. "That was amazing!" I exclaimed overenthusiastically, but I was just genuinely taken aback at the fact that he sang and was actually really good. In this town, when guys claimed to have musical talent, that usually just meant they could play a few chords and maybe spit a few rhymes. But this was completely and totally different, and it was a bit exhilarating honestly. Suddenly, I ran towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. It took him a few seconds to react, but soon enough, I was encased in his arms. Standing on my tiptoes, my face was buried in his shoulder and I couldn't stop smiling. I pulled away slightly to look up at him, giggling softly in delight. He stared at me intently, biting down on his lower lip. My smile fell a little bit when he leaned in, my attention completely focused on his pink lips inching closer and closer to me. Then, we were interrupted by the sound of his guitar smacking the ground. My head snapped downwards to see that it had come detached from the strap, and I stood flat on my feet again, leaning my head against his chest to laugh. I felt his head rest on the top of mine as his body softly shook due to his own laughter erupting from him. I brought my arms down so that he could pick it up and place it back on its stand on the corner before I made my way back to the bed. I sat with my back facing Shawn to look at the posters around his room, but was interrupted when he took a seat directly in front of me. We were both sitting indian-style as we simply smiled at each other.