The Fandom That Stayed

The Rusty Swingset

"Shawn, you know we didn't have to walk home," I explain.

"I know, but I love talking to you, I think it was worth sending the limo driver off for ice cream then a sugar-filled ride home," he chuckles then grabs my hand as we walk down the sidewalk. "So, park?" He asks.

"Why not, I live for gravel getting into my shoes and cuss words written on the bottom of yellow slides." I manage to send a smirk while looking into those eyes, listening to his voice that has made hits all throughout the world.

"Same, it reminds me of what being a kid was like again, adventurous, different, imagining anything in the world is possible. I even come here to write, it's quiet, sometimes, and inspirational."

This is suddenly becoming really exciting. I've always been reading these books online, or from the library, where the boy chooses to be cute and romantic so he pushes the girl on the swing, or hugs her from behind. I hope he does something like that.

"Okay, last one to the swings is an ugly duckling!" He shouts in my face but not in a mean way, in a cute way. I start running to the green seated swings as fast as I can but I see him catching up. That's when I notice that while I'm catching breath, he is standing at the swings mocking me.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself too much," I inform him while he does the whip, I'm guessing that's his happy dance.

"Okay, remember that competition you had when you were little to see who could jump the farthest off the swings?"

"Yeah..." I trail off, knowing that's what we'll probably be doing next. But, instead of me winning, he'll be laughing at my face plant.

"Well, let's do it. Get ready to taste defeat."

"You mean bite the dust, because I'll win."

Before getting too cocky, I take the swing to his right and start pushing my legs up and down, up and down, up and down. So, I jump when he does. But we have no winner here, Shawn has appeared to land on top of me. Which I admit, is amazingly better than winning.

"So, I guess it's a tie?" I ask hoping for a yes and not a challenge for a rematch.

"A friendly game, but a hated tie." He says with disappointment.

"So, can you get off me now?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I have my reasons." He then takes my hands from my sides and kisses my left hand like I am the Queen.

"Why thank you good sir, I now bid you the Prince of pop," I say chuckling.

"And I declare you my princess, Sage." He then softly places his lips onto mine when I feel a small bite. I have to admit, Shawn is a really good kisser.

I pull away and can tell he doesn't want to end the kiss from how his eyes are still closed. I smirk at his awkward self.

"Okay, so ice cream?" I ask, starving even though the candy and popcorn are still being dissolved in my stomach.

"Of course, but I'm buying."

"No way, you bought for the movie."

"I insist."

"Fine," I actually wanted to pay, but if he insists, "I'll pay next time."

"So there's a next time?" He asks while rising off of me and giving me his hand.

"Yes," I grab it and pull myself off the ground,"if we both want a next time.

"Oh my god, I have the best idea ever." He says with his face looking in shock.

"What?" I reply curiously.

"You can be my date to the next Magcon tour!"

"Really?" I respond speechless. I love Magcon so much, Aaron Carpenter, Matthew Espinoza, Carter Reynolds, that's not every Magcon boy but they all have a special place in my heart. But now, Shawn is the biggest spot.

"Yes, you can meet all of them, I bet they would love you, Sage. So, come?" He asks with a puppy dog face as if I'll say no.

"Shawn, a freaking million times yes!"

We're still in the park hugging over our excitement when I notice it's getting dark.

"Hey, Shawn, we should go if we wanna get ice cream still." I remind him of the plan we made while he was on top of me.

"Actually, why don't you just come over, I have fudge popsicles in the freezer."

"Okay," I nod my head and walk with him hand in hand down the sidewalk.