Journals | Shaylor

T w e n t y T w o

I was getting really nervous yet excited that I had finally ask Shawn out on a date.

Wednesday on the bus, I had dreamt that Shawn spilled all his feelings out to me. Boy did that dream feel like reality.

That's what pushed me to give Shawn try.

Shawn was driving us to the diner, then we would be doing a paint ball session.

He was pressing against the wheel, acting really shaky and off guard

"Shawn? Are you okay? Treat it like another one of the hangouts we do." I tried to comfort.

"But we've never hung out! Never actually out to places how am I supplied to be okay." he panted.

I put my hands on his thigh and caressed it up and down a little but lessened down.

"Did that calm you down? I'll just save that for later." I grinned.

"As long as I have you, I'll be great. Tonight will be perfect. With you..." he paused, giggling. "... and your good friend and my good friend..."

As he was driving, oh, all I wanted was to grab him, kissing him over and over.

When we arrived for a casual dinner, we sat for two at first and reserved for two more later on.

Time passed by a couple minutes with Shawn telling me about his singing career that he's trying to start. I mentioned the way I like to write and rap.

Jack and Jack came along right in that conversation and said, "Hey we do the same thing!"

"What rap and sing?" I questioned.

"Yes! All together. We should do a collab some day!" Johnson exclaimed.

"Wonder why we've never talked about this passion with each other before." Gilinsky pointed out and we all agreed and shared our part of this story.

I started off, "I make poems and write about my life but I don't really share I with others."

Then Gilinsky, "I like singing but for fun, never thought it would go anywhere."

Johnson mentioned how he rapped like I did, "I've heard Taylor rap before but I haw to say, I think mines is better."

"Shawn?" I asked. "You want to get in the circle?" I patted his hand.

"Uhmmm..." he started to shiver. "Well..." he really couldn't get the words out.

That's when I continued what I had done earlier. My hand slid down to his knees as I caressed it up and down. Making my way higher every time.

"I never sang in front of anyone before... mhmm.. Not even my dad, nor ..uhhh oh Ta.. ayyyyyy." he said letting his little groans and moans in between sentences.

I never stopped gripping on his leg. Before he could say my name, that's when I palmed him forcefully with my left hand.

"Ow!" Johnson shouted through whispers and gripped on the table covers.

I stopped after that and Shawn grabbed my hand but he walked off brushing the back of his head. All I did was kick back on the chair and crack up.

"What's up?" Gilinsky said.

"I guess Shawn felt bad for kicking me so he walked off." Johnson explained.

"It's my fault. You two have some alone time while I run after my boy." I informed them while continuously giggling while putting my hands in my pockets.

When I walked away from our table, I assumed that Shawn went to the restroom.

As I pushed my way into the men's room I spotted Shawn looking at himself in the mirror. Placing his hand on his forehead downwards his face.