"Maybe if you have another dream like that, then we can take you to a therapist," Shawn said.
It was 2:30pm and Shawn was driving me home.
"Maybe, but I haven't told my parents yet, and they need to know why I'm going," I replied.
"Okay, then we can drive to their place and you can tell them," Shawn said.
"No, because what if they think I'm crazy, or a psychopath?" I said, looking into his eyes.
Shawn stopped at a stop sign and looked to me.
"They wont, I promise," he said, then connected his lips to mine.
I pulled away, and Shawn started driving.
"Fine, but if they start asking me if I've hurt anyone or thought about murdering anyone, it's your fault," I said, laughing.
Shawn smiled and laughed a little.
"I just want you to get a good nights sleep for once."
I smiled and took his right hand, which wasn't on the steering wheel, and put it into mine.
*Later*
"Do you want me to come in with you?" Shawn asked, as he parked the car in their driveway.
"Umm, no, I don't want anything awkward," I said hopping out of the car.
Shawn got out as well and walked to the front of the car and squeezed my hand once and let go.
"Text me right away about what they say," Shawn said.
"Okay, I will," I said, smiling.
Shawn pecked my forehead and got back into the car, and turned it on and waited for me to come back to take me home. I walked in the front door of the house and my mom was watching television, and my dad was frying some fish.
"Hello, Kylie. Long time, no see," my mom said, trying to be sweet. I just smiled and nodded my head.
"Mom, dad, I have to tell you something," I said.
My dad dropped whatever was in his hand and turned around, looking very angry.
"I swear, if you're pregnant, I'm gonna-" My dad said angrily, being cut off by me.
"Dad, I'm not pregnant. I swear, I just want to talk to you guys about something," I said, rocking back on my heels.
"Sure, what is it?" My mother asked.
