When I woke up, I found myself propped up against Shawn's shoulder. Shawn was fast asleep, and so were Kevin and Jax, in there respective chairs. The light was still on, and it blinded my sleepy eyes. I looked at the clock with mostly-closed squinty eyes. It read 3 AM. The TV was still going as well, so I reached for the remote, which was on Shawn's other side. I was reaching with my right arm, but almost fell over in the process because I was leaning too far, so I had to move my left arm to catch myself and in doing so my hand landed on Shawn's crotch.
I winced and grabbed the remote hastily and withdrew both of my hands from any further danger. I turned off the TV and glanced sideways at Shawn. Somehow he had managed to remain asleep during the escapade, but now he was hard. I stared at it for a second then decided 'whatever, not my problem' and went back to sleep. What the hell was I supposed to do?
The next day I woke up to find that slipped off of Shawn's shoulder and now I was using his lap as my personal pillow. I turned over to look up at Shawn, to see if he was awake. He was, indeed, awake. He looked down at me with wide eyes and, what looked like to be a blush. 'No way, Scarlette, there's no way he's blushing, this is Shawn, he's probably just in pain or something.' I nodded at the thought, satisfied with what I had thought up. Then I stopped, having felt something interesting next to my face.
'Ah.' I thought. That's awkward. I'm laying in the lap of a guy with a boner.
"Classy." I said with a yawn.
"Get off," hissed a blushing Shawn.
"Dude, nice." Kevin snickered beside us. I felt Shawn flinch under me
"Isn't it though," I replied, sitting up. I winced because my arm seemed to have gotten more sore since yesterday. I rubbed it gently, feeling the tissue. It was in pretty crappy condition, and I could feel the bone within the wound. "Son of a bitch." I spat.
"Yeah, waking up with a boner poking my cheek wouldn't exactly be my cup of tea either." Said Jax. Shawn made some sort of dying/exasperated noise. I shrugged, I wasn't about to say that it may have been my fault when I didn't need to, I could just let them think it was good 'ole morning wood. I got up slowly. My legs were not really helping me out, and shook unsteadily. I only made it a few steps before my legs decided to give out. Somehow Jax caught me around the waist as I went down.
I looked up at him, "Nice catch, thanks." I thought he would let me go, but instead he picked me up bride-style. Jax was significantly bigger than I, and I felt awkwardly dwarfed in his arms.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked, monotone. He seemed pretty unaffected by the fact that he was carrying a girl around in some ridiculously embarassing way.
I had actually was going to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't very well ask a guy to fucking carry me to the damn bathroom. "Uh, my room would be great, thanks." He freighted me to my room and plopped me on my bed.
"Anything else?" He asked.
"Nope. That oughta do it." I said dismissively. He caught the hint and left, leaving me to get dressed. I had a couple classes that day, but lets be real, there was no way that I was going to class in this condition, let alone the fact that it was Monday. With that in mind, I changed out of my current comfy clothes and into some different, relatively clean comfy clothes. I kept the bun even though it was falling apart from me sleeping on it. I sighed, wondering what I was supposed to do with the rest of my day. Probably not much in my state. There was a knock on the door.
"Hey it's Nick, can I come in?" He didn't wait for an answer and slipped right in through the door.
"Aren't you supposed to wait for an answer before coming in? I could've been changing." I raised an eyebrow at him.
