Depressed (Shawn-X-Taylor; Shaylor)

Chapter 30

Taylor's POV

   I was sitting at lunch with a group of people I generally hate, searching for Shawn. I was worried, he wasn't in any classes today. If he wasn't gonna show up today he would've said something. I was scanning the cafeteria, searching for the muffin man. I finally spotted him, sitting by himself at the back of the room. I sighed in relief, and started to get up to sit with him. I watched him play with his bracelet quietly. I smiled to myself, he's so cute. Suddenly, two girls walked up to him, and I instantly knew who they were. They were all over him. It was disgusting. I threw out my lunch and half ran/walked over to him and pushed Madison off him. 

   "Dude, what the fuck?!" She fucking screeched, and everybody in the cafeteria stared at us. She pushed me and I pushed her harder, and she fell over. I grabbed Shawn's stuff, and Shawn, and pulled him out of the cafeteria.
   "W-Where..Where are we going?" He asked quietly, grabbing my hand. I pulled his bag over my shoulder and looked at him.
   "We're going home, don't worry. You seriously need to learn how to stand up for yourself." I said, walking out of the school. He gripped my hand tighter and wiped his eyes.
   "I'm sorry..I tried but they wouldn't leave..." He said, trying to control his breathing. I stopped and looked at him, before hugging him tightly.
   "There's no need to say sorry, it's ok. You didn't do anything wrong, I was just worried, that's all. Come on.." I pulled him into the car, and walked around to the other side and sat down. We drove home in silence, except for Shawn sniffling. When we got to my house, we went inside and Shawn sat down in the living room. I walked into the kitchen, to the alcohol cabinet. I grabbed some vodka, because that's the good shit. I started pouring some into the glass, and asked Shawn if he wanted one. He did. I walked into the living room with the shots and the bottles, and sat down next to him. I lifted my glass as he did his, and we clinked. Bottoms up.

*Now it's Shawn's POV*

I've only finished two shots, while Taylor finished half the bottle himself. He is not okay. But it's really cute, and funny.
   "Shawn,, You still got hickeys from last night.." He slurred, and rubbed my neck. I got up and checked in the mirror, and I totally did.

   "Shit my parents will kill me if they see these..." I said, inspecting them. I felt Taylor walk up behind me and he started kissing my neck. 
   "No,,, No they won't..Come on we can add more.." He said against my neck. I laughed and pushed him off, an turned around to face him.
   "No, not now. Why don't you go upstairs and take a nice cold shower, yeah? Go lie down too, I'll be right there." I said before kissing him. He nodded and stumbled upstairs, and I watched him. When he got to the bathroom, I walked away to go put the bottle and glasses away. I heard something crash upstairs and I put everything down and listened. 
   "Taylor...?" I yelled upstairs, no response. I ran upstairs, calling his name. Silence. I started panicking, and knocked on the bathroom door. 
"Taylor? Taylor are you ok?" I asked, trying to calm myself down. He wasn't answering, so I opened the door and gasped, and ran to grab a phone. 
  "Shit shit shit, pick up-- Yes! Yes hello, I need an ambulance please!"