Chapter 6 - Confused girly

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Anna's POV

I do my usual morning routine and check the time, it is already 9 am, today I'm skipping running. I have a slight headache from yesterday, no hangover but just a slight headache. I put on some sweatpants and on oversized tshirt and walk downstairs, Andrew and Maria took the kids to some amusement part today, so I have the house all to myself.

I walk into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of oatmeal. I sit on the couch and decide to watch a movie I search Netflix but nothing. Oh well I guess I am just going to watch Glee, this is probably my most embarrassing guilty pleasure. I do not know what is about this show but I just love it.

When the clock passes 12.30 pm, I facetime my little sister. Oh how I have missed her, she really is the light in my life, she truly is my best friend "HIIIIIIII" she screams through the phone. "I have missed you," I say back to her, "me too" she says.

"So tell me about this Shawn guy," she demands, and I laugh. "Well I don't know what you want me to tell, but yesterday, he made a complete 360. I mean he was nice to me, and I to be honest felt butterflies in my stomach the whole time we were talking. He was just so nice", I start "Wait a minute, when did you talk, and why was he so nice" she interrupts. "Well we were going to this birthday party, and I wore that yellow dress on my Instagram," I say, "oh you looked so gorgeous", she says and I smile. "Well he was going to drive us there because Andrew had taken the car there already. When he saw me I swear his jaw was on the floor" I say and we both laugh "anyway, we talked for at bit, and after dinner at the birthday, he asked me to dance. We danced for a while, we talked and he said he would be really happy if I came to a party today", "wait which party" she interrupts, "well I met one of his friends the other day and he invited me to this party. Before you ask, I have met this friend before, so I know who he is," I tell her. "Well are you going then" she asks. "Yes I think I decided to, Shawn is picking me up later" she squeals. We talk for another hour before she has to go to work.

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I get up from the couch to get ready. I take a long shower, I shave my legs and do a hair mask. As I get out of the shower, I check my phone, I have gotten a message from Shawn, weird I did not know I had his number.

Shawn:
Hey, wondering if you would like me to bring over some dinner?

Oh how sweet of him. Holy shit it is already 6 pm, he texted me an hour ago. I then hear a knock on the door. Shit shit shit. I am wearing nothing, what do I do. I hear another knock, so I panic I wrap my towel around myself and run downstairs, only a towel around my body and my hair tucked away in another towel. I open the door and there he is, Shawn with the food I never answered him about. "Sorry you didn't-" he starts and then looks up at me, "oh sorry" he blushes and I laugh kind of embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I was in the shower and I didn't see your text" I start, "don't worry about it, I just thought you know... you did not have to cook dinner for yourself only, so I brought some food," he says. "Thank you, I will just go get dressed then I will be right back" I say and he nods.

I run upstairs, I put on my denim skirt a white top and let my wet hair fall onto my top. I run downstairs, Shawn has set the dining table and is just standing with his phone. He looks up as he hears my footsteps and he laughs as I almost miss the last step on the stairs. "Are you ready for dinner?" he asks, honestly where is this sweetness coming from, I nod. We sit down and I feel as if I have never had such an easy conversation with a person before.

"Thank you for bringing me food" I say, as we finish eating. "Of course... do you need to get ready?" he asks and I look at the time "shit" I accidentally say out loud, it is now 7 pm, Shawn laughs, "how long does it take to drive there" I ask "about twenty minutes" he says while laughing. "I will do the dishes you just get ready" he says, I thank him and walks upstairs.

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