Attached (boyxboy) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3: You're the First

Title: Chapter 3: You're the First

Author: DarkHeavensAngel

Suggested Listening to:  God Damn You're Beautiful by Chester See (youtube video to right of page)

WARNING: None! C:

POV: Shawn's POV

A/N: Alright! New chapter! I honestly think this one's really good. But of course, all authors think their work is good. That's why I need you people to comment and tell me what you think. So go on and read. :D 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey Travis!!” I yelled as I ran toward him. He turned to glare at me.

“What the hell do you want, dumbass?” he groaned.

“Pissed much?” I chuckled, “You wanna hang out? I don’t feel like going home.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, “Sure. You can come over to my place.”

“Cool! Let’s go!” I smiled and followed him. We walked side-by-side casually. He had his backpack on one shoulder and I had mine on both. He had his phone out and was constantly pressing the buttons. He seemed like he was concentrating really hard.

He’s adorable like this.

“What’re you lookin at?” he smirked softly. I smiled weakly at him and turned away.

When we reached his house, he opened the door with his keys. His house was surprisingly warm, not what I imagined. But of course, I suppose he was the only one who was so cold. I wonder what his foster parents are like.

“Parents aren’t home. They’re at work…” he murmured as I peeked around.

I nodded and he pointed down the hall, “Turn left down that way and you’ll see the restroom.”

I smiled at him. I hadn’t even asked, but he was thoughtful enough to show me where the restroom was first so I didn’t have to ask when I needed to use it. He led me over to the dining room where he scattered his schoolwork on the table.

I did the same and spread my stuff on the dining table. We spent about two hours working silently on homework. I would constantly steal glances at him and catch him look at me. Of course, he’d instantly turn away with a light blush on his cheeks. I would chuckled softly and return to my work.

Eventually, we finished most of the important work and packed everything up. Travis and I dumped our backpacks by the wall close to the door. I leaned back on my chair and let myself relax.

“You hungry?” he asked as he dug through his refrigerator.

My stomach growled in response. He turned to smirk at me and I smiled back sheepishly. He made two cups of hot chocolate first and set to work to cook something. He finally decided to make a sandwich.

That was simple enough, right? Wrong. Travis had major problems with making food. He just couldn’t seem to stack the sandwich right. I could see the hate for the sandwich growing in his eyes. Then again, I bet the sandwich hated him as well.

I got up to help him, but in the process, I carelessly knocked over my cup of hot chocolate which splashed all over part of my arm.

“Damn it!” I cursed and Travis instantly turned to see what had happened.

“Oh my god. Your arm… your arm is fucking red. Shit! Come sit down!” he barked as he led me over to the couch. He turned around and grabbed a first aid kit from the bookshelf.