Do It For You ☹ SHAYLOR

ELEVEN

A C C E P T A N C E

"Look, I've got work today. So if you can drop me off. Thanks." Shawn says softly, holding tight to his backpack. Taylor glances at Shawn, pretty sad, he responds wholeheartedly, "Shawn, look. If you think I'm upset about the whole, inconsistent thing. I'm not. It's just my own preference of it and I'm sorry if you're hurt that I called you that. But I really mean it, I'm sorry. It's something I have to get use to."

"It's not that. And I do have work okay." Shawn says. "Is it the way I bumped into you and Cameron today? Because, sure I was a little jealous but it's okay. He's your friend and I trust you so very much. Shawn, I don't want to use you."

Shawn knows the problem. He doesn't want to address it. He's upset at Taylor for not telling him where he went, or didn't even give a warning. And that he had to fight with his own friend and embarrass himself throughout the day with these red blotches all over his neck.

"You can just take me to work. I'll tell you when I get back." It's all Shawn says with a nod from Taylor. But that's all it is. "Same spot." Taylor mentions for Shawn to get picked up later. "No. It's okay. Don't pick me up. I'll go home with Matt or something. He as the same job too now."

"I'll pick you up. I live right by here."

"No. It's okay. Matthew will do it!"

With that Taylor stands up and grabs his keeps, his shoulders pushing pass shawn who's standing by the bedroom frame. "Meet you in the car." Taylor says coldly and sets off to where he's told shawn.

The ride is silent. A dead, heart wrenching silence. Taylor contemplates what would happen if he never said anything wrong. He wonders what is actually wrong anyways. As for Shawn, he thinks he's being too harsh. Or he would at least tell his boyfriend the main reason for his anger.

"Bye." Taylor's first words as he parks at the same spot he dropped Shawn off to work the first time. "Bye." Shawn says and slams the door, he really didn't mean it but now Shawn's thinking that taylor might get the wrong idea. Shawn's not that, mad.

Taylor's asleep before Shawn can get home. He admires the boy resting with the nightstand lamp on. But Shawn doesn't want to bother him, instead, he looks in the hallway closet and takes a few throw blankets and goes into Taylor's office room where there's a pull out couch.

Shawn lays restless the whole night, as for Taylor, tossing and turning because he knows something missing. After sharing a bed with someone else for a few days, you'll grow to realize how empty if feels when there's only you.

By the morning with the lights shining, Taylor looks around his bed and feels for another body, but it only turns out to be his body pillows. He sighs to himself and gets up. He should of known that Shawn wouldn't of come home last night, he knew it himself, yet still didn't bother to at least go to the mall and get Shawn for himself.

Taylor looks around his bedroom, he's definitely not going to school today. But he notices, Shawn's backpack on the ground by the door. He steps out and peeps downstairs at the living room but he's not in the couch. Back upstairs he checks on his mom and she's sound asleep, his dad not home again but like Taylor cares. This is it, Taylor hopes he's in the guest room. But he was wrong.

"Mom? Mom... Did Shawn come home last night?" All she does is mumble. "Fuck." Taylor curses to himself and punches the wall. "Taylor!" Shawn runs over to him and cups his swelling fist. "I'm home. I did come home."

"Shawn. I know it's only been, what, two weeks? And, I'm just going to say it. Right here, immediately, now. It seems as if I'm already stalling. But damn it. Do you want to know why I let you into my home? Why I supply every little thing I've got, just for you? It's because I love you. I love you so much. And I don't ever want to see my life without you. I've told you before, you're different. You make me feel something. And in this past week, you've defiantly repaid me. Its like, I give you all the physical things, and you give me you. You give me all these little characteristics, making me a better person. I have you physically and mentally. And I love you so much for that. I love having you with me. You're my world. I love you, Shawn." Taylor bursts in to words that only leave Shawn speechless. But not in a bad way.