Eventually we came up for a plot and it worked pretty well. Me and Shawn are a married couple and there has been a murder in the town and it's turns out that Shawn done the murder. He doesn't seem the type to murder someone which makes it all work better. "So when shall we write the script?" A girl in our group asked. "I don't mind writing it, if that's okay with everyone else?" I said. Everyone agreed. We all got our stuff and left. "What way are you going?" Shawn asked. "That way" I said pointing right. "Same, can I walk with you?" He asked. "Yeah of course" I replied. He smiled and then we started to walk. "Would I be able to help you write the script?" He asked. "That would be great" I replied. "Okay great, it's because I struggle to remember lines and remember stuff in general, I think writing it would help" he said. "Makes sense" I said. Shawn smiled at me. We both walked in an awkward silence, mainly because we haven't really spoken before. I looked around trying to find something interesting to talk about, but I couldn't see anything interesting. I looked down and saw small cuts on his knuckles. "What happened to your knuckles?" I asked. Shawn looked at me and then his hand. "Oh, it's from my punching bag" Shawn said. "You have a punching bag" I asked. "Yeah" He replied. "I'm guessing you work out then" I said. "Yeah, well I try too, school and stuff gets in the way" he said. "What stuff?" I asked. "Social media" he replied. "What's your twitter? I mean if you have it" I asked. Me and Shawn then traded social media usernames.
"Well this is mine" I said outside my house. "Well it was nice talking to you" Shawn said. "You too" I replied. Shawn smiled at me with a beautiful smile. Guess I can see what all the girls see in him.
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Oh and btw this is fetus Shawn, so it's a few years ago x
