Flawed (s.m.)

011.

 My heart began to beat so fast that I thought it would pop right out of my chest. Shawn and I froze in our awkward position, both of our eyes nearly popping out of our heads. I had to think quick. Smoothly and quietly, I rolled off of his bed and onto the floor. From the doorway to his room, you wouldn't be able to tell that there was someone on the other side of the bed. I gave my best effort to calm my breathing, seriously not wanting to be the reason that he got into even more trouble than he already seemed to be in. Pressured by the critical situation upon us, Shawn frantically threw an extra blanket over me along with a few pillows.

 "Uh.. come in!" I heard his voice invite. The sound of the door swinging open resulted in me sucking in my breath and holding it as the last thing I wanted to do was make any sort of noise that would give us away. Footsteps padded against the carpet and stopped at the opposite side of the bed. Thank god.

 "Hey," an unfamiliar girl's voice spoke. And fortunately, this female didn't sound anywhere near old enough to be a mother. My eyes closed as I bit down on my lip to stop myself from letting out a relieved sigh.

 "Hi..." Shawn responded anxiously. Because of the tone of his response, my nerves immediately shot through the roof again.

 "I know you have a girl in here," the girl voice said, but I continued to remain silent, waiting for any sort of cue from him. He groaned with irritation before I felt a hand patting me on the back, signaling me to come out from my hiding. When my head peeked through the blanket, I saw a pre-teen girl standing in front of Shawn. She gave me her best smile, and I nervously smiled back, fully knowing just how awkward this situation was.

 "Um.. Audrey," Shawn started, causing my attention to snap towards him. "This is Aaliyah. Aaliyah, this is Audrey." I offered a minute wave to the girl, and she returned the gesture, muttering something along the lines of how nice it was to meet me. She seemed to genuinely mean it, although she also seemed to be preoccupied with the mere thought of her brother having a girl in his room. "You aren't going to tell mom and dad, right?" Shawn posed the question, looking at her with raised eyebrows. Aaliyah's hands came up to her hips as she scrunched up her face, putting a lot of thought into the question. Soon enough, she shrugged, her faint smile returning.

 "Yeah, I guess I won't," she responded compliantly. She kissed her brother on the cheek with a bit of a smooching sound, earning a smile from me. "Have fun!" she whispered excitedly before skipping out of the room and not forgetting to shut the door behind her. I laughed straightaway following her exit, but my fun was interrupted by the feeling of a cool pillow against my face. I turned to Shawn to see that he was wearing a proud grin.

 "Did you really just...?" I stopped in the middle of my question to emphasize my sass, assuming he knew exactly what I was asking him. He slowly nodded with dignity.

 "You bet I did," he answered with a teasing tone. "What are you gonna do about it?" I debated the question, tapping my index finger against my cheek in order to overact my thinking. As I did this, my hand reached to the other pillow that had previously served as my poor disguise. Clearly, I caught him off guard, because he had to keep himself from falling backwards after I chucked it at him with as much force as I could muster. We were both sent into fits of laughter as I made my way to sit back down next to him on the bed, his arm automatically wrapping itself around me. I smiled to myself, resting my head on his shoulder as I let out a content sigh. I could feel him looking down at me as his thumb rubbed little random patterns on my arm. I allowed him to enjoy his view for a few seconds before my head tilted upwards to look at him, his eyes never leaving my lips. I grinned, shaking my head at him.

 "You still think you're gonna get that kiss, don't you?" I quizzed, batting my eyelashes as innocently as possible.

 "I kinda had my hopes up for it.." he admitted, but I held back my desire to kiss him right then and there. I couldn't be getting attached. I had to make sure it didn't happen, and I knew that kissing him could do exactly the opposite. I simply continued to smile at him for a moment before I laughed softly. I slightly leaned up so that our lips were closer to coming in contact, my grin turning into a smirk.