Too Drunk To Realize {S.M.}

3.

When Shawn arrived at his apartment, he carried Bree to his room and laid her down. For a moment he rested beside her and listened to his and the heartsick girl's heartbeat sync, their heated bodies and nebulous judgements set the mood as she still had no grasp on reality.

Shawn now convinced himself this was the right thing to do, no matter the struggle or burden. But most importantly, his top priority was to not get attached so soon.

Sometimes people are made to cross your roads, inspiring and opening new paths that could lead you in a whole new direction; this was something the two teenagers were passionate of exploring.

There was something that kept Shawn conscious as his body rests next to Bree's. And he couldn't wrap his mind around what it could possibly be, so he brushed it off and decided to start planning out how he was going to help the drunken girl who he's taken in.

Once Shawn's weight was removed from his bed, the dizzy girl rolls over, more unaware than ever as she looked around the big room. "Wait, where the hell am I?" Bree says aloud, actually hearing and acknowledging her voice for the first time as she tastes the alcohol in her mouth, mixed with an unpleasant taste. "Hey, I like the color of your walls, they're very vibrant," she joked referring to his empty, bland, white walls.

In she walked clumsily, entering Shawn's gigantic washroom, he watched her through the mirror, stumbling over everything on the cold tiled floor as she finally sat in front of the toilet.

"Do you feel the need to-" Shawn spoke up, Bree shrugged her shoulders and leaned back, taking all the reality in.

"So, that boyfriend of yours," Shawn raised his eyebrows and handed her a fresh set of clothes. Bree hesitates at first, wondering why Shawn was being so nice to her.

"Ex," Bree corrects, walking slowly over to the shower trying not to fall and closing the curtains as she hops in.

"Uh-" Shawn starts before an article of clothing is dropped onto the floor outside of the shower.

"Li- he intentionally cheated on me with my best friend." Like the summer night breeze knocking on your back door, those words startled Shawn but he suspected a familiarity all along.

"Well, he doesn't seem like a good boyfriend, Bree." Bree peeked through the side of the curtain at her new aide and got lost in thought, deeply as she examined him running the water in the sink. She looked up at the shower head and chuckled lightly to herself, not even knowing why.

Bree stepped out moments after wearing Shawn's clothes.

"I honestly thought we'd be forever," Bree mumbled, thinking about all the heartwarming memories spent with Liam.

"Sometimes forever isn't meant to be," Shawn spoke softly as he gently tapped Bree's rosy cheeks with the damp towel, reducing the redness on her face, cleaning her up a bit. In doing so, he couldn't help admire how tiny she looked in his T-shirt.

"Here, brush your teeth." Shawn lets Bree pass to get to the sink, Bree giggles as the toothpaste gets everywhere, she stares down at the pink toothbrush and wonders how many other girls he's let in this bathroom.

"Hey you got toothpaste all over my bathroom!"

"Sorry," Bree tempted to say with all the bubbles from the toothpaste still in her mouth. Shawn couldn't help but laugh at how she acted like a child, when she was drunk.