Shawn's Point Of View:
I stand behind the couch, teasing my girlfriend with a playful smile.
"You're cornered, you can't run, I'm going to catch you either way."
She just looks at me, holding the pillow like a bat, ready to swing and throw it at me any moment now. I smirk and hold mine up too, as if to say, "I have one also, we're both armed."
Right now, we're having a very intense and heated pillow fight. Let's just say I joked about how she always wears leggings and hoodies. She scoffed, made fun of my hair, saying it's too long and looks ridiculous. We're solving our problem by throwing pillows at one another.
"I'm going to throw my pillow at you, and I hope it hits you so hard you fall down, hitting your face with your own pillow," Y/N says seriously, but by the tone of her voice I can tell she's holding back laughter.
"Your aim is so bad you'd end up hitting a picture on the wall behind me," I chuckle, ducking as she makes an attempt to swing.
"Shut up," she giggles lightly.
I continue to stare her down, but I blink and she's running up the stairs. I sprint around the couch and follow her, practically hitting her heels.
"You sneaky little..." I trail off, holding the pillow in front of me to shield my face.
She's hiding somewhere, I know it. She also could be going to bed, it's late. No, she's hiding somewhere so she can jump out and scare the **** out of me.
"You know, maybe we could settle this another time? I mean, by playing a game of Twister or something? You're way more flexible, you'd win," I try to reason with the darkness, hoping Y/N's voice would fill my ears, replying with a yes.
I walk past the rooms, using the pillow as a fluffy shield. I pass a few closet doors, but gulp when I hear a slight shuffling behind me. I whip around to be smacked straight in the face with a pillow.
"Aha! I got you! I won that fight!" Y/N shouts, laughing as I stumble back and readjust myself.
I chuckle lowly and bring my pillow up slowly. Then, I smack her on the side, not too hard, but enough to shock her. She grabs her pillow from the hallway ground and runs to our bedroom, closing the door lightly behind her. I run after her, opening the door and tackling her to the bed, whacking her with the pillow multiple times and tickling her weak spots. I pin her down, and ask, "Who won now?"
"I believe I did," she replies, flipping me so that I'm unarmed and she has two pillows in her possession.
I pretend to lay limp. She climbs off the bed, but when I begin to stand up she stands on the edge, ready to strike. I giggle and try to block her hits, but one knocks me off my feet and I fall face first on the bed. I groan, but Y/N's laughter fills my ears.
"Alright, alright," I surrender. "you win this time, but next time I'm going to beat your ***."
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Hi lovelies! More updates are coming this week, so stay tuned! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!
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Fanfiction*currently under editing and being rewritten* Something to read when you're thinking about the guy who means everything to you, who makes you feel worth something, and who fills your heart with love when you can't find it yourself. ∆ [some of these...
