grainy - shawnmin

8

The mocha walls spun around Shawn and the vague room thumped to the beat of his pulse. Last night, Nick drank little and sobered up before they left. On the other hand, Shawn stayed hammered.

"How did I get here?" Shawn looked around, remembering only a giant house and not traveling to a small hotel room. The sun had made itself known through the thin curtains and rays highlighted the room. Nick sat on the edge of the bed, with a cup of coffee and a disgusted look on his face.

"I carried you to an Uber... You look awful, man." Nick replied. Shawn was tired, drunk, sleepy, and foolish. The two were graced by the driver as he kept quiet and simply took them back to their hotel. There, Nick used all of his strength to haul heavy Shawn up the elevator and into the room. He only took his shoes off for him and let him sleep in his uncomfortable black jeans.

"Oh. Thanks." Shawn looked down at his pruned skin from the sheets and clothes. He couldn't remember anything except for Olivia's boobs and kissing her on the couch downstairs. He also recalled the elevator and seeing some guy with them, sideways, because he was slung over a shoulder. Shawn didn't know Nick was even strong enough to hold him. The girl he had longed for years, and he didn't even remember it. His head just hurt. Nothing good came out of last night, only his best friend's judgment and a hangover. It blew. "Did I sleep with her?" Shawn asked. He was a little confused when Nick told him no. 

Shawn lifted himself up and brought himself to the bathroom to shower. The mirror reflected a messy man he never met. Shawn inspected his baggy eyes, his smelly breath, and holy shit- his neck. Purple and brown stained his throat and chest. Shawn just swore at how ugly they looked. How obvious. He looked so stupid, so naive, which he was for letting her suck his neck like a mosquito. He rubbed his face and undressed his sore body, stepping into the blindingly white shower.

The hot water stung, but he kept it ever so painful just because he felt a pang of lurking guilt. Shawn only hoped the water would melt him and bring him a new skin; one without giant hickeys plastered like a billboard. Shawn wondered just how far he'd gotten with her before they stopped for whatever reason.

Shawn shut his eyes and bit his tongue, getting lost in thought of what could have happened. He cleaned himself under the weak flow of the shower head. As the water lost its warmth, Shawn snapped out of it and slipped out.

"Damn it, I have to text Olivia!"

***

Olivia <3

s: Hey, uh. So about last night,,,,

o: what about last night Shawn? I thought you were different I guess. My fault.

s: wym???? Can we talk irl please? At Starbucks.

o: fine but I got class later

Shawn sighed and got dressed in his boring clothes that looked the same to what he wore every day. Once he got to the coffee shop, he scanned every head, looking for her bright hair. He saw her sitting with her legs crossed and a book bag under her feet. She looked tired and pissed.

"Olivia, I-" Shawn started as he sat down across from her.

"Hey." She glared at him. Shawn cringed at how angry she looked with him. How could she feel so strongly about a boy she had reunited with and vaguely spent time for a night?

The air was awkward as vents blew unnatural cold directly on the tense couple and orders were being taken rung in the back of their ears. "I can't remember what happened if I'm honest. Nick says we didn't go all the way." Shawn told her. 

"Yeah, I know. You seemed to be enjoying someone else." She spat. Shawn's heart sank a little seeing her being so bitter.