"Studying" - Part 1

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Imagine:

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Imagine:

I take out some grey joggers and a black hoodie and walk into Shawn's bathroom to change my clothes. I scrape my hair into a messy bun and return to the room, only to find Shawn naked from the waist up, but he's also just wearing boxers.

"Shawn!" I drop my items to the floor and turn around, covering my eyes. I hear the shuffling of clothes and a pair of hands pull mine away from my face but I keep my eyes shut. I hear Shawn laugh gently.

"You can open your eyes now," he says. He's changed into an outfit identical to mine; grey jogging bottoms and his black iheart radio hoodie. He hands me the clothes I dropped on the floor, so I pack them in my overnight bag and take out my reading material and highlighters. I lie down on the floor and start reading.

"What do you have to do?" Shawn asks.

"Just read a couple of chapters and make notes. Nothing big."

He stretches out beside me and I see him staring at me from the corner of my eye. I feel my face warming a little as I try to focus on the words on the page. His presence is distracting me. I look up and he greets me with a smile. "What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?"

"Nothing's wrong," Shawn replies.

"Then quit staring at me, I can't concentrate."

"You're studying, right? So, I thought I'd study too."

"But you're just-" and then I get it. I don't know whether to laugh or cringe or cry.

Shawn laughs at his own comment. "Aren't I funny?"

I roll my eyes. "Shawn, I need to concentrate."

"Fine." He gets up and leaves the room and I feel more relaxed.

I finish making notes for one chapter before Shawn bursts into the room, making me jump and draw across my notes. "Shawn!" I groan.

He drops a bag of banana chips held between his teeth. "Whoops, sorry." He passes me a mug of green tea. "Here, it'll help you concentrate."

"Will it help get rid of a certain Shawn?" I mutter to myself.

"Hey, that's mean," he whines.

I sit up and drink my tea as Shawn settles down opposite me. "Shawn, I can't concentrate with you here. You made me draw across my notes as well. Can't you stay with Cam for the next hour?"

"No, I'll stay really quiet and make no noise in here, I promise. You won't notice I'm here. And I brought your favourite snack so I can feed you, and I'll write your notes out too if you want."

I laugh at his sweetness. "Thanks, but how can you be quiet and unnoticeable if you're feeding me?"

He groans at my comment. "Just let me make up for it, please?"

I smile and nod my head. "Okay, but you have to promise you won't disturb me."

"I pinky promise." We link our little fingers together like kids before I start on the next chapter.

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