Beyond Doubt. (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 8. Focus and Submarines.

I gathered all my energy, and confidence and went inside the house to face Shawn, after five long years.

Shawn Collins. Our family friend. More like, the son of my dad's best friend, Greg Collins. He was 5'1" not very tall, had braces, his eyes were light brown, he was skinny and had super messy hairs, as if he hadn't brushed it for years. Moreover, he was very-very fair, as if he didn't have any blood in his body. Or, you can say he was a vampire or something.

Why do I hate him?

Reason number One- I hated him, because one time on my birthday he covered me up with whip cream in front of all the people invited then, he tickled me to death, and I was on the floor, breathless.

Reason number Two- He was cocky as hell, he presented himself as if he was Obama or something equal to that. He made situations awkward.

Reason number Three- He is one year older than me, but my parents trust him as if he is my 'Guardian Angel'. So, one time we were on the beach back in my hometown and he almost drowned me when a wave crashed on me. He didn't even hold me and I floated all the way, straight to the shore. I complained to my mum and dad, because I drank the salty sea water because of that jerk, but they just laughed and said 'it wasn't his fault honey.'

You're welcome, but, I think he should be hated by everyone. He is annoying as hell.

I scanned the room to find mum. I couldn't find her.

"Mum I am home," I said, and walked through the stairs.

"I want to watch Pokémon, you are not allowed to change the channel, and I'll complain it to Chummy." Jason threatened someone.

I walked towards Jason's room and opened the door.

"What's going on?" I asked.

There he was, Shawn Collins.

But what happened to him? God, he wasn't the same.

His hairs were perfectly messy, his brown eyes piercing right through mine, his braces were gone, he was no more thin like he was earlier, he had big fat awesome muscles. He was back after five years, hotter than ever.

Damn puberty.

And yeah, now he was Seventeen and no more a 12 year old boy.

"He isn't letting me watch Pokémon, I don't like him." Jason complained coming to me, interrupting my thoughts.

I averted my gaze looking at Jay-Jay and said "he's going to stay here for a few days, let him," I paused looking at Shawn and then back a Jay-Jay, "do you mind to watch Pokémon in my laptop? Live Stream?" I suggested.