The next morning when I woke up I was surprised to find Shawn smiling down at me, his brown eyes sparkling. “Good morning, Luke.”
“Good morning,” I replied, sitting up and looking around the too-bright hotel room. “What time is it?”
Shawn glanced down at his watch. “Nine-thirty.”
I nodded thoughtfully and stood up, walking to the window and peeling back the curtains so that the rare Seattle sunshine could brighten our room up even more. After standing there staring out at the parking lot for a few moments I turned back around and started to head to the bathroom for my shower, but stopped when my phone started vibrating from its place on top of my suitcase. I already knew who it was texting me and, sure enough, it was a message from Ashton. Are we over? The text read in bold black letters.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted even though I had just woken up less than five minutes ago. I wasn’t sure what to text back, simply because I wasn’t sure if we were over or not. I needed time, time to figure out what I felt and what my heart wanted. It sounded cliché, but it was the truth. Just give me space, I typed back, surprised at how steady my fingers were on the slide-out keyboard. I’ll get back to you.
I didn’t like space, but it was what I needed now. I had to figure out on my own whether or not I was getting over Ashton and was ready to start a new relationship with Shawn, or if maybe my feelings for him were short-term and would go away after a while. Ashton and I had a connection that I couldn’t deny and I loved him more than words could describe, but I also had an undeniable connection with Shawn as well.
“What are you thinking about?” I didn’t realize Shawn was standing beside me until he spoke, and I abruptly turned around and slid my phone in my suitcase so he couldn’t see the text that was still flashing on the screen.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, giving him my most reassuring of smiles. “I’m going to go take a shower now, okay?”
Shawn continued to look at me strangely as I grabbed my clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, quickly taking another one of my usual two-second showers and running a comb through my hair.
I decided to change my outfit up today and wear my gray and black sweater instead of my usual sleeveless shirt, partly because I wasn’t in Florida anymore and partly because it was one of my favorite articles of clothing that I owned. I paired the sweater with my usual black jeans and Vans and took one last long look in the mirror before walking back into the living room.
Shawn was sitting in a chair near the window, absently strumming his guitar, and I couldn’t help but stare at how honestly beautiful he was. There was just some quality that he had that seemed to steal all the air out of my lungs every time I looked at him. Maybe it was his flawless appearance; his soft hair that was currently still wet from his shower, those delicate lips, his brown eyes that reminded me equally of leaves in the fall and storm clouds in the summer. Or maybe it was something deeper, some trait or inside quality that he possessed that drew me in until it felt like I was falling. He was just so different from Ashton and even though I had told him that I would never love anyone else, I was beginning to think that had been a lie. Shawn was changing everything I knew about myself and everything I thought I felt for Ashton.
I had been taught all of my life to stay away from Strigoi; they were evil and merciless hunters who felt no emotional at all. Shawn was different, he was sweet and sincere and was probably one of the most caring people I had ever met, so much so that I sometimes forgot he was a vampire. I had come to think of him almost as a human because he acted so much like one, and as I thought about it that was probably the main thing that attracted me to him. His good looks were just an added bonus.

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Unpredictable (A Lashton Fanfic)
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