Forced Love

Five

Alyssa ~
After I walk back from the kitchen to put away that rancid tasting jar of pickles, I walk up to the door frame to see Shawn shirtless. Well, at least he's facing the wall, right?
This is just awkward.
Without making a sound, I back up and stand against the wall to where he can't see me.
That could've been bad. Although, he could be dressed now......
I peeked into the door to see if he was done yet, and he wasn't.
His back was extremely muscular, fuck.
Oh God, now I sound really weird.
He held his head in his hands as if he had felt just sad or something like that. I don't blame him, I'd cry too if I was put in a crap situation. Wait a second, I am in a crap situation though, well, I'll cry sooner or later.
"Shawn?" I quietly asked as I stood in front of the door. I soon regretted that. He probably needed some space and I bothered him, damn it.
He turned around and looked at me with tears falling down his face and red eyes. He stood up and wiped the tears off of his face, most of it at least.
"Oh, uh, Alyssa, I'm fine." He sat back down on to the bed and pulled himself under the covers.
"We can talk about this if you want to."  I reassured him and sat in my bed facing him. With a small pause, he sat up and faces me crying once more. I get up and sit next to him on his bed, but not to close where it's too uncomfortable.
"I just wish I- we wouldn't have to go through this. We're, we're just too young for this." He put his head in his hands again. I wasn't sure if I should put my arm around him or not.
1. I only just met him. 2. He's shirtless. What do I do? Eh, screw it.
I put my arm around him, trying to comfort him.
"Do you want to do this?" He looked up at me and asked.
"What marry?" That was a dumb question.
"Yeah."
"No, I'm only sixteen."
"Oh god, you're younger than me."
"Let's think of the positives."
"If there are any."
I agreed with him on that.
"Hey, we get this huge ass place all to ourselves. That's cool, right?"
"It's not about all of the things we get," he laid back in his bed and rested his feet on my lap (man, this is not okay)," it's about the predicament that we're in that actually gets us all of these things. Eventually, we'll have to get a job and pay for all of this stuff. Not only that, but we're getting married. No offense, but I barely even know you."
Damn, he's right. I knew about all of this, but that explanation brought a whole new meaning to me. I laid back onto his bed with his feet still on my lap. (His socks look ratchet, like what the heck).
"Do you mind pushing your bed kinda closer to mine?" He asked, looking up at me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I mean I just don't want to be alone. Wait, hold on, I didn't mean it like that. Uh, I meant that you....make me.....feel....better...? That didn't make any sense either, but I -"
I cut him off, and it's a good thing I did, and stood up, pushing his feet of of me.
"I get what you're going to say. Sure."
I walked over to my bed and began pulling it towards his bed. However, I'm just really weak, so that didn't work out oh so well. He got up from the bed, brushed his hand through his hair, and walked over to me.
"I've got this, Alyssa." He smiled at me and glided my bed quickly over to his. Well, that just made me look really weak, not that I wasn't before.
"Ha, thanks." I moved my hair behind my ear and pulled the covers over my legs once I had laid down. He soon did the same.
Now, we were face to face, just inches away. This was just weird now. I mean, sure he's hot and smells pretty good, but we only just met. Now he wants to lay next to me? It's just kinda quick, that's all.
No words left his mouth, just his small breaths and his (actually quite beautiful) eyes peering at me were given.
"Good night!" I abruptly shouted out and turned to he other side ( not facing him).
"Oh, uh, good night." I replied as he shuffled around in his sheets.

Time to get some awkward rest in an awkward situation for an awkward day tomorrow.........awkwardly....