"Falling for you is dangerous. I can't control my own emotions, my own movements when I'm with you. If I fall in love, you know what will happen next between us. The fall," I said.
There was silence between us for a few moments, and my heart pounded...
@margotkatefranklin: "when the world's on fire, we won't even move. there is no reason if I'm here with you."
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"Which one?"
Shawn held up two different ties, placing each one against his white button up shirt. I looked at each, and shook my head.
"Neither," I replied, taking a black one from the closet and holding it up to him.
"I wanted one to match your dress," he replied.
I chuckled. "That's very sweet, but it's just one of my Dad's stupid work parties, not prom." I wrapped the tie around his neck and used it to pull him closer to me, giving him a quick kiss. He smiled as I tied it, a skill Evan had taught me a long time ago. Funny, I'm sure when he was teaching me he never thought I would be using it to tie someone else's ties.
I felt his eyes on me, a small smile on his lips. I finished tying it and straightened it out for him. "There you go," I told him, putting my hands on my hips.
"Perfect?" he asked.
I nodded. "Perfect."
"Just like you," he told me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Just hurry up and get yourself together. I don't want to be late to a party at my own house," I said with a smile.
"We have plenty of time, just chill," he told me. "Another example of you worrying way too much."
"What else am I good for?" I asked, and he chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh, be quiet," he told me, grabbing his shoes and sitting next to me on his bed. "What's this whole thing for, anyways?"
