One last dance (Shawn Mendes fanfic)

Chapter 8

I wake up at Shawn's house, 7:00 am. I groan, and roll over, facing Shawn. "Shawn? it's time to get up..." I say softly. Shawn's eyes open slowly, and he smiles. "Good morning, beautiful..." He says back. I smile. Shawn and I both sit up, then stand up. "Olivia, I'm going to go take a shower, if you want breakfast, ask Nash! I'm sure he'd be glad to make you some!" Shawn tells me. "Oh! I almost forgot!" Shawn says, walking back over to me until he's literally 3 inches away. "If Nash starts hitting on you, just call me in there, ok? I just don't want to loose you..." Shawn tells me, and kissed me on the cheek. "Love you, Olivia." Shawn tells me, while walking back to the bathroom. "love you too, Shawn." I say as I walk out of his bedroom. I walk into the kitchen, then upstairs, to Nash's room. I knock on the door. "Come in!" Nash says. I open the door, and see Nash, and another boy. "Oh! Hey, Olivia!" Nash greets me. "What do you need?" Nash asks me. "Uh, Shawn said that if I needed breakfast, to come up here and get you." I finish. "Oh, of course!" Nash says, getting up. "You guys don't mind if you two visit for a little bit, right?" Nash asks us. we both shake our heads. "By the way, Olivia, that's Matt!" Nash tells me as he heads out of his bedroom door. I go and sit down across from Matt. "Hi..." Matt awkwardly greets me. Matt starts to blush. "Hey!" I greet him less awkwardly. Matt smiles. "hahah... yah..." Matt says. The room goes silent for about 5 seconds. "Uh, do you play, X-box?" Matt asked me. "Yah?" I answer him. "I play NBA 2k14, c.o.d black opps, c.o.d. ghosts, and NBA jam." I add on. "Oh! and also fora moter sports." I say. "I play those games too! Do you want to play NBA 2k14?" Matt asked me. I smile. "sure!" I respond. Matt sets up everything, and we sit down together. "I have to warn you, I'm pretty good!" I tell Matt. Matt smiles. "Really? Prove it!" Matt challenges me. "Ok! here we go then!" I say, as we start the game...

Matt and I have been playing for almost an hour now, and our record was 5-4. I was in the lead. "play another ga-?" Matt tries to ask me, but Nash called us down for breakfast.