Laundry {s.m.}

Seven

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"This place is special, and I come here to think. When I get stressed, I come here to remind myself that everything will get better."

"How many girls have you brought here?" I mumbled, looking down.

"Look at me," Shawn placed his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "You're the only girl I brought here."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound clingy in a way."

"No it's fine." Shawn looked at the view.

"I love the view out here in the night." Shawn smiled.

"It's beautiful, Shawn." I smiled, staring the beauty of nature in front of me.

The twinkling stars in the night sky, the lights shining from the buildings down below, and the cool breeze making the night seem all so perfect than it already is.

"Like you." I look behind me and saw Shawn placing a picnic blanket on the ground, along with a box.

"What's in the box?" I asked.

"Fireworks."

"Fireworks?!"

"Fireworks." Shawn repeated sitting on the blanket and patting the space beside him. I trudged over to him sitting down next to him.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my head.

"I have a feeling that by the end of this date, we'll be boyfriend and girlfriend." Shawn said.

"We'll see."

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"Hey, I have a confession to make." Shawn said removing me from his grip.

I faced him and told him to continue.

"I like you," Shawn paused. "A lot."

"And I know it may seem a bit rushed, but who cares? Love is love. And I'm really in love with you."

"Shawn, I really like you too." I admit.

"You do?" Shawn's face lit up. I giggled as Shawn pulled out a box of matches from his pocket.

"Oh god, is this the part you murder me?"

"No, crazy." Shawn laughed. I watched as he lit up the box of fireworks.

"They're not working." I said, waiting for the fireworks to fly up.

"Not yet." Shawn stood up, grabbing my hand. I stood up and smiled, looking into Shawn's eyes.

"They don't work unless I want them to." Shawn smirked.

"I have a confession to make." I bit my lip.

"Oh?"

"I'm the girl who stole your sweater." I confess. Shawn laughed.

"Well, girl who stole my sweater, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, holding my waist.

"Only if you let me keep your sweater." I giggled, poking his nose.

"Then it's all yours." Shawn smiled.

"Then I'm all yours." We both leaned in, our lips connecting.

This time, the fireworks flew. Both literally and figuratively.

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