Like You Love Me

Piggyback rides

Me and Shawn are laying on my bed laughing about a joke he just said when mom calls us down for lunch.

"Foods ready, come and get it!" She calls causing me and Shawn to look at each other.

I know exactly what he is thinking.

Race you.

I grin before throwing a pillow at him and rushing out of the room.
He has caught up to me by the time I get to the stairs and we are fighting all the way through the narrow staircase.

"What are you guys doing?" My little brother asks with a smirk, to which I glare at.

We both freeze, but Shawn recovers faster than me and makes his way down the stairs without me.

"Hey!" I call after him to try and say it was unfair, but I stop myself, there is no rules.

I grin as he turns around and shrugs at me teasingly. I rush down to the third step and jump onto his back to his surprise.

" Hey that's no fair!" He laughs out.

"Is it not?" I ask innocently before ruffling his perfect hair with my fingers.

He doesn't say anything more as I wrap my legs around his waist, he simply grabs a hold of my legs and gives me a piggyback the rest of the way to the kitchen, which wasn't far, sadly.

We walk, well he walks, into the kitchen in a bundle of laughter as my mother looks at us with a knowing smile.

She knows I have strong feelings for Shawn and it makes Her happy to see us together, 'young love' she calls it. Too bad I'm the only one in love...

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"I call the last one!" I exclaim while reaching across the counter to try and grab the last piece of French toast (my favorite breakfast food) my fork has barely pierced the toast before I look up at him.

He hasn't tried anything yet, but he's smiling at me like he did...What is he up to?

I look back down to the last peice of French toast and observe it for any flaws.

What if he spit on it while I wasn't looking?

That's actually not all that bad...It's just like kissing him, sorta.

I shake my head before picking it up and placing it onto my plate.

I look back up at him before cutting up my first bite.

He's still smirking at me maliciously.

What if it's poisoned?

No he wouldn't poison it...

I look back at the toast and finish cutting it up. Right when I am about to take my first bite I hear a fake cough from across the table.

I look up with a glare and set the fork back down.

"What?" I ask impatiently.

I just want to savor this last piece of toast!

"Nothing..." He states and I pick my fork back up about to eat the bite again.

"It's just- you've got a little, something, on your chin..." He continues and I drop my fork violently before I can register his words.

That's why he was smirking at me, because I looked funny with something on my chin?

"Oh- uh - sorry, I thought you were just trying to find a way to steal my food or something..." I confess in embarrassment before taking a napkin and wiping off my face while he laughs at me.

"Did I get it?" I ask as my face starts heating up, because of his laughing. He shakes his head.

"No, here let me help." He says before getting a napkin and placing it to his tongue to wet it.

Uh, okay then. There's a sink right over there Shawn. You know this.

He gets up from his chair and comes over to where I'm sitting to wipe it off.

"I can get it myself..." I state, but he says that it would make no sense.

Makes more sense than this.

I turn my body away from my food so he can see my face as he wipes off my chin.

"Got it." He says before smirking widely and standing up with my plate in his hand.
I reach out to grab it, but it's too late, he's already eaten it.

"You jerk!I was gonna eat that!" I punch him in the shoulder as we both walk over to the sink.

"I know." He says nonchalantly as he washes off our plates.

"Oh, I hope you know I'm not helping you with those." I tell him quietly so my mom doesn't here me from in the other room.

"I'll wash, you dry." He ignores my previous comment.

Turdnugget

"No." I say stubbornly.

"Oh really, Are you sure? I'm sure your mom would love to hear that." Shawn teases.

"No, no don't tell mum!" I exclaim slapping him on the shoulder when he brings his hands to his mouth to use as a megaphone.

"Mrs.-" He yells, but I cover his mouth with my hands.

"FINE, fine ill help you!" I say with a laugh.

"Gmm" He says but my hands muffle it out so I can't understand him.

"What?" I say seeming confused.

"GMM!" He says louder this time, before licking my hand.

I pull them away quickly and wipe them on my pants.

"That's gross, Do you know how many germs you just- ick, I don't even wanna think about it!" I exclaim.

"You do realize you just called your hands dirty..." He says playfully.

"Or your tongue." I shoot back.

He sticks his tongue out at me and we finish the dishes quietly.

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"I'm hungry!" I complain randomly as Shawn tells me about his latest travels and about a girl, Camila, that he met.
She's from the band 5th Harmony, and the way he talks about her...
He either likes her, or is really good friends with her.
I can't help but be jealous. I wish I could go with him to all of his shows and things, but he doesn't want me to.

They'll start rumors, he says.
They'll invade your life, he says.
They'll Change you, he says.
They'll Change us, he says.

I think he just doesn't want me along.
Which I can understand, who would want to bring some dead weight girl along with him to shows and events, just so paparazzi can make fun about it. Even if that dead weight girl is your best friend, or maybe not so much anymore...

"You should have eate-" he starts, but stops himself.

"Yeah..." I roll my eyes at him.

"Relax, I'll bring you out to Dairy Queen or something, go grab your coat." He says and my face lights up.

I love DQ!

I jump off the bed and grab some clothes from the closet in a rush.

It's only after I take off my shirt that I realize he is still in the room.

Oh no!

"Sorry! Turn around!" I exclaim before I finish changing.

I can't believe I forgot he was in here.

Well I guess I can. He hasn't been around for months. How could I not forget he was here?

"K, you can turn back around now." I say quietly.

He turns around with wide eyes.

"We should go to Dairy Queen more often!" He teases and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up." I mutter before grabbing my brown wallet and heading out the bedroom door.