13 || froyo
it's been a week since the morning I cried in shawn's arms and things have been going well.
shawn and I made it a habit to go home together and watch a bunch of covers on youtube. he wanted to get the hang of his new guitar so he could play something while singing to me for the first time. apparently watching other people who've mastered the art of the guitar helps him learn.
while he sits with his legs crossed and guitar held tightly while positioned on his lap, I lay flat on his bed reading a book or doing homework. usually I have headphones on to block out whatever tune he's learning for the day. he runs through it about fifty times.
alexis hasn't said much to me lately so when shawn isn't around, I'm all by myself.
today was one of those all by myself days.
It isn't that alexis and I aren't fiends anymore or she doesn't like me much. It's just she's finding interests in things like boys and skipping class to be with boys and other things she doesn't really tell me about. I worry about her of course, but alexis is a strong individual and I believe she can handle anything. it's something I've always admired, but envied.
still I wonder what she's doing the hour she should be sitting in mr. horn's class with me, a phone hidden beneath her thigh so she could sneak a text or two when the teacher turned his back to us.
just like the first day we hung out together after school shawn waited at my locker so we could go somewhere. he was craving frozen yogurt throughout fourth and fifth period and demanded I went with him. the last time I had frozen yogurt was in 8th grade at a mall with my dad. I didn't know how to stop the machine and ended up over pouring the strawberry cheesecake flavored substance. the cup came up to 10 dollars and my dad made sure I ate all of it.
truthfully, I didn't like it all that much, but if I was going with Shawn that didn't matter.
we walked into the shop and the smell of different flavors hit my nose. I look over at shawn who's eyes are glued to the screen of his phone.
"who's more important than frozen yogurt?" I ask, my eyebrows rising slightly.
"no one actually." he grins after locking his phone and looking back at me. "I was just recommended some more videos on YouTube and made sure I saved them all to watch when I get home."
we grab one of the large yogurt cups and walk over to the machines, our eyes scanning over the different options. I have a mental debate over strawberry cheesecake and vanilla. eventually I decide upon strawberry cheesecake because playing it safe just doesn't sound exciting enough for me. my hand wraps around the lever and the yogurt comes swirling out and falls into my cup.
"have you learned anything yet?" I ask while keeping an eye on the amount I let fill my cup.
"i'm working on something. it's coming together, i'll show you one day." his actions being exactly the same as mine. eyes focused on our cups, but lips moving in conversation.
once we felt we had enough in our cups we walked over to the toppings station. my face immediately lit up when i noticed the strawberry boba poppers. i remember these being the only part of my dessert my dad had gotten me that i liked. i poured a bit of it and some cookie crumbs.
shawn kept it themed just like me. his yogurt was pretty much chocolate everything. i suggested he got the boba balls, but he refused.
"it wouldn't match." he said, making me laugh in amusement.
he paid for our yogurts and we took a seat at the window bar, watching people go on about their daily lives as we munched on our desserts. shawn talked a lot about his plans for his guitar. apparently he had a whole list of songs to learn, a lot of them being ed sheeran ones. he says ed sheeran is pretty much his greatest inspiration.
"i've always loved his style. the whole stripped down to his guitar and voice deal. his music is his own too, you know? he keeps everything so raw."
i didn't say much to him, just nodded and listened intently. my eyes were focused on strictly him, observing his hand movements and the way he would get nervous when i looked into his eyes too long and look away.
i smiled every time he did. i smiled at everything he did. being with shawn made me happy and judging by the way his cheeks would go pink and the corners of his lips would rise up into a face eating grin gave me the impression that maybe being with me made him happy too. though, i wasn't sure why. sure enough he had more interesting friends. ones that didn't just sit there and listen and watch half the time. but maybe it was just that. maybe it was the fact i let him go on and on about what he loves. maybe it was the fact i understood him and took interest in what he loved, encouraged it even.
whatever the reason may be, i certainly am grateful.
grateful to know my new friend shawn and be alive at the same time as him.
i smiled one last time and looked away from his eyes, my spoon digging into my yogurt, giving his beaming red cheeks a break.
