never ever had I thought

Chapter 16

I had a very nice dream about me and Shawn sitting on the steps of The Statue Of Liberty in NYC. Just sitting and staring at each other. But it was not awkward, and it was not friendly but romantic, and it was not real. 

In reality, Shawn was not sitting next to me, he was more lying on top of me and it was not romantic at all. 

I'm laying on the couch with my back and head, feet still on the floor. And he, with his head on my side and arm around my waist. Okay, maybe a little romantic, but not intentionality. By mistake. He would never hold me like this. I know it's wrong of me to wanna stay like this, but I do. I enjoy it a couple of seconds before realizing my dad must be worried to death. I find my phone, but there's no missed calls, no texts or anything. 

It's 7.30 AM. I try getting out of his grip without waking him which is harder than you'd think. I finally manage to do it and give him a last look. He's adorable sleeping. His mouth is turning slightly up. Like a smile.

I run straight to my dad's office. Did he and Blake forget me last night? Did something happen? I pick up speed and almost knock down the door. My dad's sitting in his chair snoring his lungs out and blake on the chairs doing the same. They look alike right now, despite the different hair colors, their posture is the same. I close the door silently and call Ali, hoping she's up. She takes it. 

''Ali I need help''. 

''Hey Jess, let me guess. Shawn?''. 

''How could you know?'' I ask. 

''You can't stop talking about him. So what is it? Does he want to...'' She leaves the question open, but I get her point. 

''ALI! No, why what makes you say that?''. 

''Sorry. Just because you're snap points have increased with like a 1000 points since you met him. And you need relationship advice at 7 AM''. 

I blush. ''Not relationship advice. We fell asleep on the tour bus. And he was laying on me when I woke up. My dad apparently fell asleep in the office. What do I say when he asks me where I slept?'' It felt like the only problem but the real one is what I was going to say to Shawn. Would it be awkward? Does he remember falling asleep on me? 

''So many solutions. Tell Robert you were on the couch and him in bed. Or you stayed up all night. Or he went to his apartment and you stayed on the bus... Come on Jess be creative!''. ''Should I go get us coffee and wake him? I pretty sure he's not supposed to sleep in. I'm his manager''. 

''What happened to the guy with the glasses?''. She means Andrew. 

''His family needed him, so I'm taking over for the next couple of days. And I really wanna go back to work, but Shawn's sleeping''. 

''You're right. Go get coffee, make some noise and he'll wake up. You can work with whatever you're doing, and he probably has something to do too''.

On my way to the coffee shop, I get a flashback to yesterday and the non-intentional flirting. In an attempt to ease my mind, I google it. Which is the worst thing to do. 

This is what I find:''How to flirt 'by accident', ''Why non-intentional flirting drives guys crazy'', ''Understand a flirting body language''... I delete the search from my history and turn the phone off. When I order the usual coffee it's the same waitress as last time. She looks around the park, we're the only ones here. 

''So, where's your guy?''. She asks with a British accent. I never noticed she wasn't from around here. 

''Asleep and he's not my guy''. I say, not knowing where to put my hands. Why am I nervous? 

''Oh sorry, you just look like a couple''. She's almost done with all the coffees when she asks me another Shawn related question. ''If you aren't dating, could you get me his number maybe?'' I'm about to say I don't even have his number but am hit with a bitchy attitude I've never seen before. Maybe because of jealousy, even though I don't like to admit it. 

''Sorry about the misunderstanding. He's not my guy...He's my...fiance''. I want to take it back as soon as I've said it. She takes a step back. 

''I'm really sorry. Congrats to both of you! Do you mind me asking your age?''. I may be sixteen, almost seventeen, but I've been told to look at least 18, the same age as Shawn. You can get married at 18, my parents did. 

''Old enough''. I just say, taking the coffee and run. I feel like going back to apologize to her, she just found him attractive. I hate jealousy, especially when you feel like you don't have anyone to talk about it with.