The Middle - Volume Two ✔️

Chapter 23

Jamie

I climb the stairs of Shaun's apartment building two at a time, because I'm impatient now. I stopped for gas just outside of North Bridge, Patrick woke up and agreed to drive the rest of the way home. I called Shaun while Patrick was asleep. He didn't answer, but he called me back not long after. He was teaching a class when I called, oops. But, he told me that was his only class of the day, so he could squeeze me in to his busy schedule this afternoon. I feel so privileged. He's busy later tonight, but that's fine, I won't be with him for too long.

Patrick dropped me off outside then headed over to the dorms to pick up Benji and take him back to my house. What a gem. And I am now knocking on Shaun's front door, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet in anticipation. I don't exactly look hot, I'm just wearing jeans, cons and a sweater. It's cold out, but I left my coat and scarf in Jay's car. Minimal clothing preferred for visits to Shaun's place.

The door opens and my eyes widen as I take in the boy in front of me. He's wearing gray sweats and a plain white t-shirt, and most importantly of all, his hair is a fucking mess. I think he's just showered, it looks kinda damp. I wanna run my hands through it. Now.

He smiles at me, before frowning in confusion. He's noticed I'm staring. Whatever, his body is the only reason I'm here, he knows that.

"My hair? Sorry, I just showered like ten minutes ago. Come in -" he moves out of the way of the doorway, inviting me into his apartment. I step inside and he closes the door behind me.

"I like your hair like that." I tell him, and he raises his eyebrows at me in surprise. "It's much better when it's messy."

"Really? I hate it like this." He says, running both his hands through his hair. Much like Noah does, all the fucking time. Ugh, I'm not thinking about Noah. I'm here with Shaun, and there is no time to waste.

"Come here." I command, taking a step towards him while reaching out for his head. I need to run my hands through his hair.

He grins down at me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him while I proceed to fuck his hair up more. It kinda reminds me of Jay's hair when it's like this, but obviously black, not peroxide blonde like Jay's. I really do like it this way.

"So, how did your audition go? You never told me." He asks. His voice low and his gaze shifting between my eyes and my lips.

"Does it matter?" I say, tugging on his hair and pressing my body harder up against his.

"Guess not." He says, before picking me up and carrying me through to his bedroom. Finally.

***

After, I immediately get up off of Shaun's bed and start getting dressed, because I need to get home to check on Benji.

"Woah, what's the rush?" Shaun asks, sitting up in his bed lazily and watching as I run around his room picking up discarded items of clothing.

"I just wanna get home to Benji." I say, while jumping into my jeans.

"Sure." Shaun shrugs his shoulders in acceptance of this before getting out of the bed and pulling his sweats on. Ugh, he looks amazing like this. Topless, messy post-sex hair, low riding sweats. No, I am not sticking around for round two.

"Well, until next time, Mr Campbell." I say with a smile, pulling my t-shirt on over my head. He laughs at me. What's so funny?

"That's my shirt." He says with a grin, looking me up and down.

I look down and see that I have just pulled on Shaun's Bayside t-shirt. I must have grabbed it without noticing when I was rushing to get dressed. Oops. I grab the bottom of the t-shirt, preparing to pull it off over my head again, but Shaun stops me.