Trapped

22

I feel hot... too hot. I turn my head and the light from my window is too damn bright it's blinding me. It's way to early for it. I look down and I'm shirtless, with only my bra on and Shawn's head rested firmly in the crook of my neck.

All his body weight is on top of me and he's practically suffocating me, but I can't help to bring my hands up and play with his hair. It's nice to wake up like this. With someone I care about snoring like a pig on top of me.

"Morning." He says, not opening his eyes.

"Morning." I smile. "What do you want to do today?" I ask him, still fiddling with his hair.

"I don't care, whatever you want."

I honestly still find this whole thing weird. For one being with Shawn somewhere that isn't within the four walls of the detention centre, then having him laying half naked on top of me. I don't know how to feel about anything that happened last night. I know for a fact I wasn't thinking properly but that doesn't mean I regret anything, because I don't.

We obviously can't do all of this lovey dovey shit. I'm still not a thousand percent sure if he likes me, I know he said he did but he could be lying. I don't know anything. And clearly I'm stupid as fuck for letting last night happen and not even regretting it. Or maybe that just means I like him too...

"I think I want to show you around the city and catch you up on what you've missed in the last four years."

"Okay, if it's not boring as fuck we can do it." He wraps his arm tighter around my stomach.

"It won't be boring, I'm not boring." I chuckled.

"Good." He gets up, pecking me on the cheek before standing to his feet.
"I'm going to shower, then we an leave?" He smile at me and I nod.

"Use the bathroom down the hall and I'll use this one." I say and he nods before leaving the room.

I don't know what's going on, I don't even know if we're official. I didn't answer his question last night because in my vulnerable state I don't know what I would have said. I'm not going to bring up anything to him, I'm going to keep it as it is. I don't want to ruin it and his good mood. I must admit him kissing me on the cheek and us acting like a couple is weird but it feels good.

When I come out of the shower I blow dry my hair and get dressed. When I come out of the bathroom Shawn is already sitting on my bed.

"You took long." He chuckles.

"Shut up." I flip him off. "Do you want me to drop you home tonight? Or are you staying here tonight? Either way we'd have to go to yours to get your clothes anyway." I shrug, picking up my bag and shoving all my stuff in.

"No, it's okay I can make my own way home. We can talk about that later, let's just go."  He gets up, takes ahold of my hand and rushes out of my house.

I won't push him to talk about his house just yet. I mean he just got there, and by my memory his mom doesn't even care about him. I want to ask a shit load of questions but for now I'll push them aside.

"The walk from your front door to your gates is fucking long, I can't do this everyday." He huffs.

"Who said you're staying here everyday to be walking it?" I smile up at him and he just winks at me.

He hasn't even been rude to me yet. I can tell the change he was putting on at the detention centre wasn't an act. That it was real, because I can even see the change in him now. Now that he's out I can see him trying to be a better person. He's funner and he's being more playful with me. I just fear it won't last long.