Sheo♡

Chapter 6

Shai's POV

I dress myself in a royal blue blouse, black pants, and my favorite black peep-toe wedges. I look over my shoulder, and Theo is trying, unsuccessfully, to tie his tie.

"You've never learned?" I ask, gesturing at his neck. He smiles shyly.

"Nobody ever taught me," he mumbles. I stand up and cross the room.

"Well, good thing I'm here," I whisper as I look up into his eyes. They are warm and wide and a glimmering shade of light brown. I tie a Windsor knot and fix his uneven shirt buttons. "You are all over the place," I say with a smirk. He lifts my chin up gently, narrowing his eyes.

"You can't blame me, I'm nervous," he admits.

"Nervous? Why?"

Theo's POV

Why? My mother is about to formally meet my girlfriend. I love Shai, but Mum has very high standards for the women I date. Her standards are never clear, but her critiques and criticisms of my former girlfriends made them, well, my former girlfriends.

"My mother is very... critical... of the women I decide to date." I finally say. Shai begins to look worried.

"Why is that?"

"I'm not sure. She just has very high, very odd standards." Shai is now pacing. I don't want her to worry, I'm sure Mum will approve of her.

Shai's POV

Oh gosh. What if Theo's mom dislikes me? Our relationship will be over. He's British, he wouldn't dare disobey his mom. Or maybe he would. I don't know what he'd do for me. Most good guys wouldn't want to disobey their mom for the sake of a girl, right? And Theo is a good guy.

Do I smell bad? I hope I don't. Ms. James probably wouldn't appreciate sitting at a table in a cramped restaurant with someone who smells bad. I raise the collar of my shirt up and sniff it. I don't think I smell bad. Should I ask Theo...? No. That's ridiculous. I'm not going to ask him to smell me. Is that weird? I'll put on some perfume just in case. Theo is watching me with wide eyes. He probably thinks I'm going crazy. I am.

Does my makeup look trampy? I don't want to look like a prostitute. But I want to look pretty. Oh, no I don't. Who cares about pretty? I'm going for noticeable.

Is my shirt too wrinkled? She wouldn't like that. Should I wear a different one? Should I iron it? Do I have enough time to iron a shirt...? No. I don't. I'll change my shirt.

"Shai, what are you doing?" Theo asks, incredulous. "Your shirt is fine."

"It's too wrinkled!"

"Shailene. It is fine. I don't see any wrinkles in your shirt at all." He helps me up from where I'm sitting on the floor by my suitcase and pulls me in for a long hug. This is just what I needed, his warm, strong arms around me filling me with calm. He always knows how to make me feel better.

As he pulls away from our embrace, he kisses my forehead gently. "Mum will absolutely adore you, I'm sure of it."

"Are you so sure, now?" I whisper into his shoulder.

"Yes, I am. Would you like to know why I'm sure?"

"Why?" I look into his eyes.

"Because I absolutely adore you." He tilts his head to kiss me, and suddenly all my problems melt away. He pulls away hesitantly, and rests his forehead on mine. As he gently strokes my hair, just as I did a few hours ago to help him fall asleep, I drink in the memories I will have of this moment, so I can remember them at later times, whenever we are apart from each other for too long. I hope these memories will last a long time.

A/N

I hope you guys noticed the Divergent quote I put in here ;) I tried not to make it too obvious and cheesy.

Sorry for not updating for a while, I got caught up w school and haven't had time to write, blahblahblah, etc etc

Well anyways! I hope you liked this chapter, I will try to update soon! xoxo