Y/n POV:
"Shawn just stop moving!" Laughing, I took a Polaroid of shawn attempting to make waffles, him failing miserably by burning yet again another one.
"Damn it," he says with a smile, "i have to make another."
The picture gets printed and comes out with a fuzzy picture of shawn in mid motion of checking the waffles in the machine.
"Do you want to fill our photo album or not?" I start laughing again glancing at the empty album and breathing in the burnt waffles.
"I want to make waffles that's what I want. Y/n will i ever learn to cook?" He looks at me with a fake pout, trying to scrape the remains of the waffle out of the press.
"I doubt it," i say with a sigh, "you don't like pictures do you?"
He smiles cheekily and says in the squeakest voice he can manage, "nope."
"Let me just...." i put my finger on the button to take the picture but just as the flash goes up shawn screams, "NO!" and holds his hands up to block his face.
Sitting across the counter watching him wash dishes I throw my hands up in annoyance.
"I give up muffin I'm wasting all the film!" I look at yet another failed picture of shawn.
"Let me take a picture of you, you're very beautiful." He takes the water dripping from his hands and flicks it at me.
"Shawn no,"i say with a giggle, "i want pictures of you."
I quickly get out of the stool across the counter and run over to snatch a picture, upon realizing he's too late to block out his face he starts whining.
"But y/nnnnn you got my bad side," he starts pouting as I laugh at the picture that got printed.
He looks completely in shock with really pink cheeks.
"This is perfect," i say out of breath with laughter. "Shawn I didn't know you even had a good side."
"Hey," he says laughing, "and I didn't know you were into photo albums but I guess we both learned something."
We both glance over to the waffle press as we notice smoke coming from it.
"COME ON," he yells running over to it and scraping it out once again almost burning himself.
While shawn's turned to the sink I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist kissing his cheek. "You know mendes? You're going to start a fire one of these days."
I laugh into his neck and he turns us around so I'm right in front of him.
"Not if you teach me how to cook," he says leaning in for a kiss.
I lean in until our lips are dangerously close, but instead of the passionate kiss he was hoping for I peck his lips smiling, and wiggle out of his grip grabbing the Polaroid again.
"Now show me your good side."
________________________________________~well this was worse than I thought lmao
~Leah
