unbreak the broken ✘ shawn hunter (BMW)

T H I R T E E N

The last thing that I remember from last night is throwing back 7 more shots after another encounter with Shawn. It doesn't happen with anyone else, but the way "babe" rolls from his lips makes my stomach flutter.

I do remember that I was supposed to be staying with Topanga last night, but her and Cory started getting extremely touchy, so I asked the guys if I could sleep on their couch.

I sit up against the couch arm and look around. This place is an absolute wreck. Cups are thrown everywhere, and everything looks astray. Not to mention it smells like beer in here.

Examining the room gave me a headache, but seeing myself was even worse. I'm still in my fishnets, but I'm wearing nothing else but a black t-shirt. It's just long enough to cover my ass, but I would not trust it to cover me when moving around.

How the fuck did I get into this, and where is my costume? I stand up and stretch, deciding to make a pot of coffee for myself and everyone else to have once they wake up. I see the clock reads 11:46am and decide to clean the mess up a bit to help the boys.

I grab a garbage bag and throw empty bottles and cans in it as the coffee pot starts to boil.

The coffee finishes and I go make myself a cup. I continue throwing out garbage as the cup cools down.

"Good morning," a groggy voice comes from behind me.

I turn around and see Shawn rubbing his eyes. Hyper aware of how short this shirt is, I pull it down in an attempt to keep my modesty.

"Hey, I made coffee," I point to the kitchen and keep throwing cups out.

"You're a goddess," Shawn says quietly as he pours himself a cup.

I tie up the bag once it's full and grab another. I'm almost done throwing stuff out, then I'll just need to put stuff back where it belongs.

"I'll help you, hold on," Shawn says putting his mug down.

He walks towards me and picks garbage up. We stay relatively silent until all of the garbage is gone.

I go into the kitchen and sip my coffee, "Help me move the kitchen table back."

Shawn nods and comes back over to me, helping me shift the table back to its usual place.

"Thank you for helping," Shawn thanks, "If we did it, there would probably be an empty cup on the counter for a month."

I chuckle and grab a rag to wipe down the table, "It's not problem. Take it as a thanks for letting me sleep here."

Once I finish wiping things down, I sit an a stool at the island and drink my coffee. Shawn takes a seat next to me.

"I saw Eric go into his room last night with a guest. I'm sure she's still here," Shawn says, probably trying to make small talk.

Not sure what else to say, I respond, "good for him."

There's a beat of silence, "jealous it's not you?"

Again? I shake my head, "Eric's one of my best friends. I can't risk losing that. I will never be the one in his bed again and I'm okay with that."

We finish our coffee's in silence.

Shawn gets up and washes our mugs, "I'm gonna take a shower. Will you be here for a bit?"

"No, I'm gonna head home. Don't wanna be here when Eric's guest comes out either," I joke.

I stand up and find my bag and camera, seeing a pair of sweatpants for me to thrown on.

Once I found everything of mine, I put my shoes on and get ready to leave when Shawn calls my name, "I forgot to tell you."

I hum in response.

"You looked fantastic last night, but I have to admit. You may look even better now in my shirt," Shawn smirks at me.

I feel a blush creep onto my face. His shirt? How did I obtain it?

"I'll wash it and bring it back to you," I shift on my feet uncomfortably.

"It's fine, don't rush. It looks good on you anyway," Shawn replies, going into the bathroom.

The shower turns on and I stand in shock. If he keeps flirting with me like this, I'm going to become brave and make a move on him again. Hopefully this time he won't push me away so fast.