𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚢 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

21.

a/n: i am so happy to be writing again like i have so many drafts for this book and it's making me so happy and i love u guys sm ! (:

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Armonn and Jaxon were sitting at the table. It was now around eight in the morning. They'd spent most of the night talking to each other.

Jaxon hadn't brought up anything about Shawn given the respect he has for him. Instead, they talked about what it was like for them growing up as flamboyant men.

Armonn takes a sip of his coffee. "You think he's gonna have a bad hangover?"

"Oh most definitely," Jaxon says. "He likes to play tough but he's such a big baby at times."

Armonn laughs at him. Timothy appears in the kitchen, having stepped away to the bathroom without the two noticing. "What're we laughing at?"

"Morning," Jaxon says as he stands up to grab him a coffee mug. "Tea for you, I'm guessing?"

"Uh, yes. Please," Timothy takes a seat next to Armonn. "Hey, thanks for letting us crash here."

"No problem." Jaxon smiles.

"Shawn awake yet?" Timothy asks.

"No...He's probably gonna sleep for another hour or two," Jaxon sets Timothy's mug in front of him. "So...Spill. I need details about the first date."

***
Shawn groans loudly as he wakes up. Once Timothy and Armonn left, Jaxon stayed in bed with him making sure Shawn didn't puke in his sleep. Jaxon glances over at him, setting his hand on Shawn's shoulder.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Jaxon says. He reaches over him to grab a water bottle and some pills. "Here."

Shawn groans again, bringing his hand up to his ribs. "My ribs hurt." He says in a whisper due to his voice being close to gone.

"That's what happens when you get in a fight," Jaxon replies and sits back in the bed.

Shawn uses his hands to sit himself up, also leaning back against the headboard to take the pills Jaxon provided. "Fight?"

"Mhm. Busted your lip pretty bad."

Shawn brings his hand to touch the cut on his lip and sigh. "Shit...," He takes another sip of his water. "The guy deserve it?"

"He did, yeah. He was being nasty to me and...You saw it happening and defended me."

Shawn hums and shrugs his shoulders. "Even though I don't remember, it was worth it." Shawn laughs.

Jaxon doesn't laugh and Shawn can immediately sense that he wasn't in a very good mood. Shawn crosses his arms. "What? Why're you mad?"

Jaxon shakes his head. "You weren't being very smart last night. And I wish you would've been more aware of how you were acting."

"How I was acting? Why cause I defended you?"

"No, because you weren't pacing yourself correctly. You weren't drinking responsibly."

"Are you serious?" Shawn groans and stands up from the bed. "We were at a fucking club, Jaxon. What am I supposed to do? Stand there?"

Jaxon gets out of bed, standing in front of Shawn. "No, but you should know better than to have already had five drinks at the beginning of the night."

"It's a fucking bar! I wanted to drink. The whole point was to go out and drink, was it not? Stop being so goddamn uptight."

Jaxon raises his eyebrows at Shawn. "Woah, okay. You don't have to be an asshole. I care about you and you're not acting rational."