Flawed (s.m.)

022.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'm yours."

A week had gone by since Shawn and I had exchanged those words, and the last seven days were pure bliss, to say the least. It was definitely a new feeling for me – being so wrapped up in another human being that little else seemed to matter in the world; and I had to admit, it was easier than I thought to get lost in all of it. And boy, was I utterly lost, and totally entranced by even the mere thought of my new boyfriend. Moments of the past seven days seemed to be constantly on repeat in my mind, like the kiss we shared when he just had to speed over to my house in the middle of the night the second we made things official. Or the way he seems to be unable to stop that goofy grin of us from making an appearance the second I answer the door for him every single day after school. I had found myself in about the hundredth seemingly endless spiral of daydreaming about everything that had to do with him (gross, I know)...That was, at least, until an unexpected knock at my door snapped me out of my days-long daze.

My mindless scrolling on my phone and waiting for the next text from my favorite brunette came to an abrupt halt, and my eyes flickered to the corner of the screen to check the time. 11:03... and a school day. The Jacks already treated me to breakfast today and were surely busy with their songwriting session they had told me about... and Sofi, Mikayla, and I still weren't talking as much these days. So, surely, it couldn't be one of the members of the usual posse I tended to hang around. One of my mom's colleagues, maybe?

Another knock. This time, it was louder... more impatient than the last. I found the little voice in my head grumbling Fine, if you insist.

With a quiet groan and roll of my eyes, I reluctantly made my way to the door, doing my best to straighten out my sweatpants and run my fingers through my undoubtedly messy hair on the way.

"Sorry, she's at the off – oh," I began, but the crushing feeling of unwanted surprise cut me off in the middle of my greeting when I realized the person standing in front of me was not, in fact, someone looking for my mom. Sam Wilkinson, big brown eyes and all, was staring at me... and was that guilt I could see on his usually smug face? I could feel my stomach dropping as my mind raced with the possibilities of what he might want.

"Now what on God's green earth are you doing here? Don't tell me you're crawling back looking for some sort of weird hate sex thing, especially because now I have a – "

"Boyfriend. I know... you have a boyfriend," the boy responded in a gentle tone - something I wasn't quite used to hearing from him these days. My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I couldn't help but wonder where the hell this switch-up was coming from. Just as curiosity got the best of me and I opened my mouth to ask that very question, he sighed and began speaking again. "Regardless... we have a lot to talk about."

"Do we?" I scoffed, my arms crossing over my chest as I leaned against the doorframe. Sammy had a good 6 inches of height on me, but I was putting on my very best "don't-fuck-with-me" act nonetheless. The stoic expression he had been wearing morphed into a slight frown, which was definitely new for him.

"Yeah, we do..." he uttered, looking down at his feet as he nervously knocked his shoes against the concrete of the patio. "Can I come in?"

"No, you absolutely cannot. Are you kidding me?" I retorted as I attempted to hold back annoyed laughter.

"Auds.. I mean, Audrey... please. Come on... I'm cutting all the bullshit... right here and right now. I heard you aren't coming to school anymore and-"