don't be a fool [s.m]

chapter 18

amanda

i wrap my fingers around my warm cup of tea, pulling my pastel blue blanket up to my chin as me before you get intense, lou starting to sob as will makes his decision on whether he lives or dies, the answer clearly streaming down lou's cheeks.

as she hops in the bus to go back home, knocks on my door pull me out of the movie. i set my tea on the coffee table, throwing my cover to the side and standing up.

"who is it?" i reach the door, grasping the golden knob and twisting it so it would open.

nobody answers, but an obvious vision of who it was in front of me. "what do you want?" i speak lowly, my voice still in it's morning state.

"i'm sorry," he apologizes, yet again. a huge gust of wind blows his messy brown curls sideways, causing him to cringe.

"why did you even do it, shawn?" i look down, watching tiny dark dots form on the pavement we were standing on, the sky starting to water our cruel earth.

"i knew she wasn't going to leave me alone if i didn't, so i just gave it to her. it's not like i was going to text her. in fact, i was going to block her if she ever reached out. i just never got the chance to tell you that," he sighs.

"beth, sh-she said you cheated on me and gave that girl your number. i didn't believe the cheating part, but i was still pissed you gave her your number, so i left. and when you came by to apologize she sent me a screenshot of your number in alexa's phone a few minutes before, along with some texts, and i thought you really did cheat on me." i say, then remember how good beth is at making fake pictures of texts or dms or anything, really. you know, her ass isn't as big as instagram shows.

"she showed you texts? i never texted her," he says and i nod, handing him my phone with the "texts" on them.

"i didn't send those," he says, sighing.

"she must've made them," i say and look up at him, his brown eyes gazing down into my green ones, luring me in.

"i'm sorry, amanda. that's all i came to say," he says and continues to look at me. i stand there, not giving him a response. he takes a deep breath and turns around, walking off. i bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to stop him from leaving.

"shawn, stop," i fail and grab his wrist, turning him around and meeting his chest.

"i'm sorry, i overreacted," i sigh, laying my hand on his neck and pulling his head down to where his forehead was touching mine. "let's just forget about it."

"okay," his lips curve into a light smile and he pressed his lips to mine. i pull away before it gets too heated and we walk back inside.

"what're you watching?" he asks, plopping down on my couch.

"me before you, but it's ending," i say, sitting at the opposite end of sofa so shawn could lay his legs over me.

"let's watch harry potter," shawn says and i shake my head.

"uhm, no. we're watching the fault in our stars now," i smile, going to netflix and picking out the movie.

(a/n i don't think tfios is in netflix but just go with it)

"but it's so sad," he frowns and i shrug.

"it's good though," i say, the movie beginning to play.

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i frown, the credits beginning to roll as the movie comes to a close. my eyes turn over to shawn, spotting droplets of water fall down his cheeks.

"shawn? are you.. okay?" i ask and he looks at me.

"never been better," his response is sarcastic and i laugh.

"stop being emo or else," i tell him.

"or else what?"

"or else i'll have to stop you," i respond.

"stop me, aye? how?" he dares me, a smirk dancing on his lips. i crawl on top of him, laying down on his chest.

"i love you," he mumbles, his soft lips brushing across mine playfully.

"don't tease me," i groan, crashing my lips on his. his warm hands grip my hips, pushing the gym shorts i had on down enough to show my bare skin on each side. i rested my elbows on his shoulders and pulled at his soft brunette curls softly, my lips remaining in contact with his.

i feel one of his fingers wrap around the hem of my shorts, trying to pull them off.

"shawn, not right now," i say but his finger stays in the same place.

"why not?"

"because i haven't showered," i say and feel him shrug from underneath me.

"amanda, i don't really care," he says with one of his small smiles.

"don't do that," i smush my hand in his face.

"what am i doing?" the same smile remains on his face.

"smiling at me like that," i respond.

"i can't control it," he shrugs.

"well, why not?"

"because you're too beautiful."

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a/n hehe

xx, char