Y/n POV:
I glance sleepily at the clock on the wall reading that it was 11:30. That party must be fun. Waiting for shawn to get back, I lean into the couch and wrap myself tighter in the throw blanket shawn got me last night because he spilled coffee all over our other ones.
I smile remembering how disapointed he was because he spilled it on his favorite blue one. Even though it's been 4 hours I miss him a lot and just want to go to bed in his arms. I close my eyes involuntarily to a light sleep.
*****
About 15 minutes later I hear the door swing open with shawn's voice happily booming, "hEY," with a giggle after.
He's drunk.
I smile and walk to see shawn with his hair messed up, a goofy smile plastered on his face, and swaying back and forth with his eyes half closed.
He reeked of alchohol.
"Hey shawn,"i say with a laugh, "how was the party?"
He laughs really hard almost falling over, me having to grab his arm for support. "I didn't go to a party I went skiing!!"
I giggle shaking my head at his comment. It's in the middle of summer no one would be skiing now.
"Alright, let's get you to bed," i kiss his cheek and lead him upstairs, shawn almost falling on every step, laughing each time at his clumsyness.
"Youuuu're so drunk," shawn slurs, replacing his smile with shock, just to laugh again.
Laughing I say, "come on shawn we're almost at the top."
I stumble him into our bedroom closing the door and gently laying him on the bed and turning on a lamp.
"Is that the sun?" He says, looking surprisingly at the lamp.
"No muffin," i say with a smile, "that's a lamp." I take his shoes off and tell him to lift his arms for me to take off his shirt and he just blushes intensely.
"I cant," he says with a sad tone, "i can only get undressed in front of y/n."
I laugh messing up his hair, "silly, I am y/n, just lift your arms."
He covers his mouth with his hands and begins to giggle like he's 5. "Oh whoops sorrryyyyyy."
I change him into a plain white t-shirt, him laughing the entire time, and when I take off his belt and get him out of his pants and in his boxers he covers his area with his hands laughing, "y/n onllyyyy."
"Shawn," i say with a happy sigh, "you're so cute when you're drunk."
I begin to take off my shirt to change in pajamas and when he sees white bra he points at it and says in a squeaky voice, "what's that?"
"It's a bra shawn," i turn around and unclip it searching through my drawers for a loose t-shirt, slipping it on.
He pouts and says with pure jealousy, "how come I can't have onnneee?"
I change in sweatpants and lay down next to him, placing my arm loosely on his torso and say, "because you don't need one, turn over shawn I don't want you getting sick in the night."
He giggles and turns on his side facing me, breathing alchohol in my face and I just scrunch my nose.
"Good night shawn, I love you," i kiss his forehead, him sighing of relief and burying his head in my neck, "i love you too baby girl, and next time don't get so drunk."
________________________________________~drunk shawn is the best shawn
~Leah
