Too Drunk To Realize {S.M.}

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Shawn & Bree

Bree
meet me at La Petit Patisserie on
Ivory Blvd at 10

Shawn
I'll be there

Bree
see you:)———————————————————————————

Shawn
Shawn spent all morning debating what to wear to his lovely "coffee date" with Bree. It shouldn't be that hard to pick an outfit, especially for him since all he owned were black jeans.

His followers always call him out for wearing similar outfits everyday; getting a good laugh out of how Shawn speaks so professional about his fashion sense to the world, whereas he always portrays himself the opposite in his fans' eyes.

He ultimately chose an olive green buttoned down shirt paired with, of course, black jeans. He left two buttons unbuttoned on the top which revealed his defined chest. 9:50am his deluxe Armani smart watch read. "I gotta go, I can't be late," he said to himself, and got into his private driver, Maxwell's car.

Bree
"Wait! Just another look," Bree sets down her house keys and purse, taking a step back to look at herself in the closet mirror, hoping she looked decent enough for her meet up with Shawn.

"Is he going to like this? I look so different! God, I'm so nervous and my hangover sucks." She mumbles spinning herself around, attempting to see the back of her. "I think I'm fine- why does Shawn make me so nervous?" Bree grabs her things and heads out her apartment, wondering how Shawn's gonna look.

"What if he doesn't recognize me? I don't even know how he looks." Bree sighs and looks into the nearest car window, unaware there were people inside. "Why am I like this? He's just a guy and it's not like it's a da- yeah it's definitely not a date." Bree breathes out and walks into the building where in just a few moments, her new companion would stroll in for a friendly get-to-know-you chat.

She sat down at a table for two by the large glass window. Her phone glowed showing the  time 9:55am, she was early like always. She decided not to order yet, because it might come off disrespectful that she didn't wait for him. Instead, she watched the many different people who are all brought together in this one simple eatery.

Shawn
"I gotta shake these thoughts off, they're tearing me limb from limb.., it's just Bree." Shawn thinks to himself, tapping on the armrest in the car, humming along to some melody that's he's not so sure where originated.

Shawn just remembers waking up one morning, all alone, running straight to his guitar, hoping he'd find the lyrics that would equate to his feelings. Unfortunately, none of his writing has made sense since his situation with Bree.

"Maxwell, do you think Bree's going to be different? Do you think she'll like me for me?" he asked his driver upon arriving to the little coffee spot. He really hopes his day with Bree will go well and he hopes she isn't a completely different person from the girl he talked to Thursday night.

"Well, Shawn, I think you should go for it. Take your chances, you've got nothing to lose." Maxwell encouraged Shawn and opened the door for him on the inside, signaling for him to go in and meet the sweet girl. "Good luck." Maxwell said before driving away, leaving Shawn on the sidewalk, gazing up, in front of a sweet detour from his star- crossed lifestyle.