Some Unspoken Thing

Prequel Blurb

6.) "I need a place to stay."
31.)"I haven't slept in ages."
33.) "Are you sure that's the decision you want to make?"
39.) "It's your turn to make dinner."
57.) "Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!"
91.) "Tell me you need me."

Some Unspoken Thing (Prequel)

Shawn lived with you for six months. Six whole months in your New York townhouse you'd just bought a year ago, and you remembered more of what it was like to live with him more than what it was like to live alone.

It started on a cliche night - pouring rain outside and a sad knock on your doorstep, Shawn standing there soaked through to his boots and wet curls hanging over his forehead, duffle bag in hand, back pack on his shoulder.

"I need a place to stay." He had said after you brought him inside to warm up. "My apartment won't be ready for awhile, they said it was move in ready but turns out it needs a few renovations and they said it'd take awhile. Can I crash here? I promise I'll help you pay rent."

"You're not paying rent, Shawn. Of course you can stay with me. You can stay as long as you'd like."

It was a little awkward at first, being in each other's spaces like you hadn't before. He spent the first month and a half sleeping in your guest room, but as you both grew comfortable (having seen the other naked one too many times) you found yourselves sharing your bed.

"Your bed is a thousand times better than that piece of crap you have in the guest room." He said to you the morning after your first night in bed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You laughed out.

"Your bed. It's amazing. I haven't slept in ages. Last night was the best sleep I got since I've been here."

"Shawn!" You exclaim, hitting him lightly on his chest. "You could've just told me. I would've bought you another mattress for your room."

He blinks at you, but you don't seem to catch on to what you've just said. Your room. Shawn had a room here? "My room?" He asks.

You shrug. "It might as well be your room. If you want. I mean I don't mind sharing my bed with you but if you want your own room here for like...I don't know, privacy? Then yeah you can make the guest room your own room."

"Are you sure that's the decision you want to make?" He asks. "Cause you know how I am. Once it's out there you can't take it back."

You roll your eyes. "Shut up and get dressed, Mendes. We're going to IKEA to get your stupid mattress and then we're going to Crate and Barrel so I can get stuff for my studio downstairs."

"Can we have lasagna for dinner?!" Shawn calls from the couch.

You lean across the bar top, resting on your elbows. "Sure, get to it Mendes." You laugh at his confused face. "Did you forget? I cooked last time. It's your turn to make dinner."

He lulls his head back dramatically against the back of the couch, fake agonizing groan leaving his throat and echoing off of the walls.

You can't help but giggle, but he gets off the couch anyway, bumping your hips when he gets into the kitchen. He reaches his long arms up into the pantry shelves, coming up empty.

"Looks like we've gotta go to the grocery store," he whines, giving you those baby eyes he knows you can't resist. You roll your own eyes at him, grabbing your keys and slipping on your sneakers.

"Wait, where are you going?!" He calls to you, running out in socked feet to the living room.

You laugh at the frantic look on his face. "The store, Shawn. To get stuff for lasagna?"

"But it's getting dark out. Do you want me to come with you? Shouldn't you call Preston? Your security guard?"

You can't help the puzzled expression that crosses your features. Why was he freaking out? "No Shawn, I think I'll be okay. It's just Target and I'll be like twenty minutes."

"Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!" He calls dramatically, and you laugh at him, blowing a kiss and heading to your car.

Shawn dons a serious expression, script copy rolled up and held tightly in his fist. He insisted on helping you run lines for the film you're working on right now, wanted to help you get ready for your next scene you had to film in a couple of days. It was a pretty intense scene - you and your costar, who played your love interest, were meant to get into a serious argument over petty things and end up kissing. It was the first kiss scene you'd be filming, and you were too nervous, also sure it wasn't going to work out well, but Shawn was determined to help you get through it.

"What's your fucking problem?" Shawn says. He's pretty convincing in your opinion - sounds pissed off as the character's supposed to be. "One second you're in love with me and you want me around forever, the next second you're ignoring me and treating me like I don't fucking exist. I don't get it! What do you want from me?!"

"I don't know!" You reply, channeling the emotion you know is supposed to be present in this moment.

"Well I know what I want from you." He replies, taking strides forward and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling your body tight against his. "I want you. I want all of you. I need you. And I know you need me." He bends his head down and close to your face, lowering his voice. "Tell me you need me." He pleads.

This is when you're supposed to kiss. And dammit if you don't kiss him. You tilt your head up, connecting your lips together and kissing him fiercely. You get lost in the moment, lost in the way Shawn's hands wind their way into your hair and how his lips feel against your own.

Shawn.

You snap out of it, pulling away abruptly, shoving Shawn away from you and taking a deep breath. He's staring at you, completely stunned by what just happened. Neither of you say a word for a few minutes, searching for what to say, how to feel.

It's Shawn who breaks the pregnant pause, crossing the room and wrapping you up into another kiss that makes you dizzy, makes you weak, makes you forget you're running lines, makes you forget you're just best friends, makes you beg him to take you to bed.