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It was three days after what happened at my house with Shawn, and we still haven't talked to each other. I haven't even seen him at all, and I've been checking my surroundings CONSTANTLY just in case he pops out of no where. I don't know what to say to him. I don't know if he'll come up to me and try to talk about the other night, or if he'll just brush me off.

During lunch, I sat with my other friends since Shawn was nowhere to be seen. I was about to take a bite out of my sandwich when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I dropped my sandwich and turned around. It was him.

"Hey", he said. "Hey", i said quietly, as I turned around. I couldn't believe he actually wanted to talk to me after what I told him. "Can we talk? Maybe outside or something?" "Sure", i said, as I got up from my seat. We walked outside onto the football field and sat down in the very middle, on the grass. We sat cross legged, facing each other, with our knees touching. How we always sit. I was fiddling with the hem of my navy blue and white flannel, something he knows I always do when I'm nervous.

Shawn stopped me by taking both of my hands in his, something he always does to calm me down. I didn't want to look at him, so he cupped my chin in his hand and lifted it so I could look him straight in the eyes. My mascara covered eyelashes were lined with tears as he looked at me.

"I'm so sorry for walking out on you the other night. It threw me off cause I didn't know what was going to happen next, and I didn't know what to say. We've always been an off and on couple. I didn't want to risk us." He said, his voice cracking. "It's okay... I was scared to tell you too because I know how our relationship is and I guess I didn't want to ruin it because you're just my everything and I can't live wit-" I was cut off by him crashing his lips onto mine. It wasn't the first time we've kissed, but it was the best.

He pulled away and looked straight into my eyes. "I'm crazy in love with you too. Will you be mine?" He asked, blushing and taking my hands. "Of course, Mendes." I sprang into his arms, as he enveloped me into his warm hug, and all I could think about was how safe I felt with him. I was about to begin a journey that I have never experienced.

This was the beginning of something ethereal.

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