Camila
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I jump up, surprised.
Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to say that our seven minutes in heaven are up, bodies are everywhere on the floor, but I'm upstairs with Shawn, sleeping.
I'm guessing I woke up Shawn, because I felt hands on my shoulder.
"You okay?" Shawn asks, unfortunately, shirtless.
I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I say, getting up and walking downstairs.
I scoop up punch, dumping it onto a cup.
Pretty good. I grab more. More, more, more...
Then the punch is dropped out of my hand.
"Shawn! What was that for?" I whine.
His head goes down, I think; it's really blurry.
"How many did you drink?" Shawn asks, tightening his grip on the cup.
I walk, until I fall onto the floor.
"About 6 cups. I'm fine." I say, then everything becomes blurry.
"I- I can't see. It's so- blurry." I say, laughing on the floor.
Shawn picks me up, carrying me to a room.
"Stranger! Stranger!" I laugh, then I'm set down on the bed.
He sits down next to me, and I start laughing for nothing.
Then, I randomly fall asleep.
* * *
I wake up, my head hurting real bad. Then my head once again drops onto a pillow.
Then my head shoots back up.
"Shawn?" I say, shaking him. He doesn't wake up.
I get near his ear. "Shawn!" Then he wakes up.
He groans, putting a pillow on his head. "What?"
I get up, surprisingly putting on my shoes. "I have to get home."
Shawn gets up, still shirtless. "Why?"
"I have to get to school." I reply.
"Even though I don't pay any attention," He says. "I know we don't have school on Saturday."
I walk downstairs, seeing bodies all over the floor.
So that's what happens when people get drunk.
I grab a cup, and something that I hope isn't spiked, and drink it.
"Don't!" I hear Shawn yell. "Drink that." He finishes.
I smirk. "Oh, you don't think I'm bad?" Then I drink the whole cup.
"Okay, you proved it. Don't drink that." Shawn says, nervous. Then I stop.
"It's spiked, huh?" I say, looking at the empty cup.
"Yeah. You only drank one cup. For today." Shawn mutters. My eyes grow wide.
"For today? What happened last night?" I say, dropping the cup.
Shawn scratches the back of his neck, laughing nervously.
"Let's just say," Shawn starts. "Ah, forget it. You were drunk."
My eyes grow wide, and I slide down onto the wall.
"I didn't- do anything, right?" I ask, sounding nervous.
"No. Except fall. And laugh." Shawn says, then starts laughing.
I frown.
* * *
I get home, through the window, an change into my pajamas, (because it's Saturday of course) And watch 22 Jump Street.
I look at my Instagram, and see over, eh, not too many notifications.
•DinahJane_ has tagged you in a photo
•Shawn-Mendes has posted a new photo
Those were basically the only ones I read before I kept watching so many movies.
