Badass s.m.

Now: Part 14

As Shawn and I are walking up the stairs, I'm holding onto him. I'm holding on so tightly because I feel like if I don't, he'll let me go. Eventually we're standing in front of my bedroom door. Shawn opens it slowly and helps me inside. He closes the door gently behind us and looks me in the eyes.
"Do you need my help, baby?" He asks sweetly.
"Um, no. I don't think so. Maybe. I think I can undress myself properly. I'm not that drunk." So at that moment, I let go of him and I begin to undress myself. I kick off my shoes and unbutton my jeans. I start to pull them down and Shawn doesn't flinch. His eyes don't move from mine. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. Then I turn around and I pick a shirt from one of my dresser drawers.
"Your turn."
Shawn laughs at me and says, "You're crazy. I'll sleep in my basketball shorts, thank you. Come on. Let's get in bed."
I crawl into bed and soon after Shawn does too. He wraps his around me gently, slowly. Then he kisses my forehead and I close my eyes.
In the morning, the sun shines brightly through my windows. I sit up and look for Shawn but he's nowhere to be found. I then decide to get out of bed and go downstairs.
"Shawn?" I call out, "Are you here?"
A few seconds later I hear, "Yeah. I'm in the kitchen." So I walk into the kitchen and sure enough Shawn is leaning against the countertop and there's a pan on the stove. "I decided to make pancakes."
"How sweet." I say walking over to him. I look into his eyes for a moment before pecking his lips and going over to the fridge. Pulling out the orange juice, I pour two glasses and hand one to him. "So I have to explain something to you."
Shawn gives me a somewhat worried look and says, "What is it?"
"So you know that one time that you met my mom?" I ask and he nods. "Well, here's the thing. I don't tell people this because I don't like to draw attention to it, but you need to know this because clearly you're going to be staying over quite often from now on. My mom is a druggie and an alcoholic. That's why she's always gone. She loves to travel and go to weird places and drink and do drugs and shit. She does it so she can cope with her feelings. When she comes home in the middle of the night or whatever, tell her that you're my friend and I know you're here. She should leave you alone after that."
"That's what you wanted to tell me?" Shawn asks, puzzled. I nod and Shawn smiles slightly. "You do know she thinks I'm your boyfriend, right?"

Whooooooo. I updated. Yay fucking me. Anyways, I've been busy lately and I'll try my best to update more. All the love. -K