When We Realize (A Sheo Fanfic)

Chapter Eleven

*Theo’s POV*

 When I wake up in the morning Shailene isn’t next to me, which is surprising, because usually people sleep in after being drunk. I pull on some pants and walk out and into my kitchen. Shailene is making something on the stove, her phone wedged between her shoulder and her chin. She smiles at me when I walk in and sit down at the island.

“You’re kidding?” She says to the person on the phone. She takes a sip of her tea before turning back around and cooking. “Tell him I said I can’t wait to see it. How many acres?” She pauses. “That is so rad. We have a break from filming for a week coming up, I’m going to see if I can come up for a few days… Yeah, maybe he could. I’m sure he’d love to meet you guys. I’ll talk to him… Okay… Hey, I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon. Alright. Bye!”

She pulls the phone away from her face and clicks end before looking up at me. “Good morning. Good morning!” She sings.

“Good morning. Who was that?”

“That was one of my friends, Makayla. She lives in Maine, I stayed with her for a while before filming started again. One of our other friends just bought a house on some land, isn’t that awesome?! I’ve been thinking about going up there on our break.”

We have a week’s break starting tomorrow, for legal issues. They are required to give us a little time to see our families or do whatever we need to do.

“And you want me to come?”

“If you aren’t planning on flying out to see your family or something... I know we haven’t discussed it yet.”

“I think I am, but we have a whole week. I could go with you, and then fly home to see my family for a bit.”

“I would like to see my family too.”

I wish I could come meet her family, and that she could meet mine, but it would give away everything if we are pictured in each other’s home towns together. I guess we’ll just have to wait. We have plenty of time.

“C’mere.” I say.

She bites her lip, smiling, and walks over to me. I pull her into my arms and kiss her hair.

“Don’t you have a hangover?”

“A little, but I went back to my apartment and got an herbal tea that I have that’s for hangovers.”

“That’s good then. Getting drunk probably wasn’t the best idea for your stomach bugs.”

She purses her lips and walks over to the stove and turns it off. “I know… but I had a lot of fun.”

“Do you remember… everything?” I asked awkwardly.

She grins and winks at me over her shoulder. “I told you that I wouldn’t forget.”

I sigh in relief. I would feel bad if we had sex and she didn’t remember… It would just seem wrong. She walks over and puts a plate in front of me.

“What’s this?”

“An omelet. You had fresh chicken eggs in your refrigerator, so I used them. I didn’t know that you’ve been buying things from that organic store?”

I take a bite of it and it tastes really good. “Yeah, I figured that I might as well, if it’s better for me than buying from somewhere else.”

She laughed. “I am making an organic man out of you, Theo Peter James Kinnaird Taptiklis.”

“Have you eaten?”