cats and Taco Bell. a Jacob Whitesides imagine.

chapter 17

*'why is Shawn on my bed?' you think to yourself.*

Shawn: hey. *he smiles at you and you melt a little.*

y/n: why are you here?

Shawn: I want to apologize.

y/n: why? for being too pushy? I love Jacob and only Jacob.

Shawn: no. for the boys. I didn't want them to do that. yeah I like you. all of us do, but I don't want them to make you like me. I want it to just be natural I guess? *he says questioning himself. he pats the bed next to him, and you hesitate, but sit down.*

y/n: I thought that you were the one that told them to do that.

Shawn: what? no! I would never. I guess that you don't know me well enough.

y/n: well enough?

Shawn: yeah. you need to get to know me better. *you look at the time. it's 1:05*

y/n: we better gets going.

Shawn: yeah, but first. *he pulls you in towards him and kisses you. you know that you shouldn't, but you enjoy it. you don't stop him. someone knocks at the door and you pull apart. you look at him with wide eyes.*

y/n: shit. *you whisper*

Shawn: someone's at the door. *he whispers*

y/n: *you forgot that* hold on! *you yell*

Shawn: so?

y/n: *you whisper* hide until they are gone? okay?

Shawn: okay. *you quickly fix your lipgloss an open the door. it's Jacob.*

Jacob: hey baby. *he hands you flowers*

y/n: roses? babe. *you blush and kiss him. neither of you pull away for what seems like a minute.*

Jacob: I love you.

y/n: I love you too. we should get going though. you wait here. I need to freshen up. *you shut the door with him still in the hallway* Shawn. come out quietly. he's outside. *Shawn comes out*

Shawn: a whitesider shirt? really?

y/n: he is my boyfriend. but wait a minute after I leave and make sure that no one is in the hallway when you leave. got it?

Shawn: got it. *you fix your lipgloss again and do a quick check to make sure you look alright then grab a magcon hoodie and go meet Jacob outside.*

y/n: hey baby. sorry I took so long. I had to make sure that I looked good for you. *you smile and kiss his cheek*

Jacob: you always look good. *you blush and he kisses your forehead* let's go. we're going to be late. *he grabs your hand and you walk down together. you can't help but think of your kiss with Shawn. 'why did I let it happen? why didn't i pull away? why did I even like it?' you think to yourself, ashamed as you walk with the love of your life.*