Requested by LoveOlive001
Shawn was really stressed because he thinks that Jasmine has gotten bitten by a zombie(her cat) and is going to turn into one. He unknowingly regresses and Jasmine takes care of him.
Shawn's pov
I was on my couch watching zombie movies when I got a text from Jasmine.
Jasmine: hey mate can u come over to help with my cat she's been pretty sick lately
Me: oh yeah sure!
I turned off my tv and went on my way. While I was stuck at a stop light, she texted me again.
Jasmine: I was trying to give my cat some medicine but she bite me *insert pic of cat bite on Jasmin's arm*
All I saw from the text was the image. "Did Jasmine get bitten by a zombie?!?" I said to myself. I started getting really worried. Luckily I had my zombie survival bag in my car, just in case things did go for worst.
I tried to keep myself clam for the rest of the ride but I was spiraling a bit. "What if by the time I get there it's too late? What if she's already a zombie!?!" I think to myself "No. I'll get there in time, I have to." As I spiraled I could feel a weird feeling in a stomach, but I just brushed it off as anxiety.
As soon as I got there, I raced to the door with my survive bag. I walk in as quietly as possible, but that feeling from earlier took over has my worries grew more and more.
Jasmine's pov
I heard the front door open downstairs and was that crying? I walked downstairs to my front door. "Shawn!" I yelled as I ran to the crying boy on the floor. "What's wrong?"
I waited for a response but he just kept crying. He might not have even processed that I was even there.
"Shh Shawn, what's wrong?" I asked again hoping for him to stop crying. He didn't stop so I picked him up and carried him upstairs so I didn't have to sit on the floor anymore.
While I was taking him upstairs he stopped crying but he seemed tired. I put him down on my bed and sat down next to him. He fell asleep as soon as he head hit the pillow."What's wrong with him right now, he normally doesn't cry this much" I thought out loud. "I'll ask him what happened when he wakes up."
°'+~ serval hours later ~+'°
Shawn's pov
I woke up on Jasmin's bed but where was she? This weird fuzzy feeling didn't help my confusion. Wait, how did I get in her bed? Wasn't she bitten by a zombie? Oh no! Where is she!?!
I started tearing up again, the confusion about this whole situation and the fuzzy feeling blocking some of my thoughts was just so overwhelming. I tried to get up but my legs felt weak but I had to find Jasmine.
I held on to the wall to keep myself up as I wondered the house, trying to find Jasmine. I searched all of the upstairs but I couldn't find her. I have to go down the stairs. I had to go down on my butt because going down on my feet is too scary. In the process, the fuzzy feeling grew stronger.
I was going along the wall until I got to the kitchen.
Jasmine's pov
I was making dinner in the kitchen when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see a stumbling Shawn run up to me and hug me. " Jassy." I heard Shawn mumble as he put his head into my chest. "Hey Shawn. You seem much better now!" I said to him, happy to see him not crying.
I could tell he was still acting off but he seemed happy so I didn't mind. "Shawn why were you crying earlier?" I asked him.
"Zombie." He said as he back up from the hug. His smile turned into a frown.
"What about zombies?" I asked, what did he mean?
"You bitten and turn into zombie!" He exclaimed," I's worried."
Why was he speaking like this? Whatever that doesn't matter. "Why would you think I turned into a zombie?"
"You got bitten." He says while pointing at the bandage on my arm.
I couldn't help myself from laughing. "Oh, Shawn I got bitten by my cat not a zombie." I say while laughing.
"Oh" He said kinda embarrassed but also happy I wasn't going to turn into a zombie.
I pull Shawn in for a hug when I remembered my dinner on the stove.
"Crap" I say as turn to tend to the food on the stove.
°'+~ after they eat ~+'°
Jasmine's pov
Even after the whole zombie thing he was still acting off almost like a like kid. "Wait, that's it!" I say to myself as I went to my computer.
I typed age regression into Google and yep I was right. But does he know that he does this?
Shawn's pov
I was sitting on Jasmine's bed after dinner, still feeling a bit fuzzy. I was playing on my phone when she came in. "Hey bub." Jasmine says as she entered the room. "What are you doing."
"Playing." I say to her as I show her my phone.
"So bub, I seen that you had been acting off, not in a bad way." Jasmine said. "Just more juvenile."
I was? I hadn't noticed anything strange. "Bub, do you know anything about age regression?" Jasmine asks me. I shack my head.
"Well age regression is a coping mechanism where a person goes into a younger state of mind and does things that children of the age that they regress to normally do." Jasmine explains to me. "And I think that you do it."
"I haven't noticed anything strange." I said to her.
"Shawn when you first came into my house you started crying on the floor and didn't stop crying until you were too tired to cry." Jasmine said to me as if it was obvious.
"So?" I say as I turn my head to hide my embarrassment of crying in front of Jasmine.
"What's wrong now?" Jasmine asks me.
"I can't believe I cried in front of you" I say, pulling my knees in and lay my head on them. The fuzzy feeling from earlier was once again resurfacing.
"Oh bub there's nothing wrong with crying" Jasmine reassured me. " It doesn't make you weak or anything of the sort."
"I know, but, no your right." I said as I looked up at her.
"Okay bub." Jasmine said to me as she pulled me into a hug. "If there's anything you need just know that I'll always be here for you."
After she said that the fuzzy feeling took over and I started crying.
Author's note: sorry this is so long it's like almost 1200 words when my normal thing is like 600 words
