*This is the 3rd part of this mini little story and then the next part will be a little delay chapter and then the last one, the smut😉 Enjoy this though x
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I went straight to my best friend Cassie's hotel room who was luckily here with me for moral support at the VMAs. I cried all night with her and she just comforted me like she'd always done when I'd had boy trouble. Shawn wasn't trouble though, but you get the gist.
So here I lay, on my pillow, damp from my salty and bitter tears that fell last night in great quantities.
I get up with much effort, more than normal, and head into the bathroom. I look horrible: hair a mess, bags under my eyes, red eyeballs, tired and floppy limbs.
"Who'd wanna forgive that piece of shit?" I mumble to myself.
I say it to the mirror and Cassie smacks my arm and confidently tells me I'm beautiful. I just roll my eyes knowing she's only trying to make me feel better.
"Come on," She says. "You can't just mope about it to me. You gotta do something about it. Shawn always comes to you after a fight and is the brave one to say 'let's talk'. Maybe it's your turn to be the bigger person and go talk to him instead?" She says quietly, not wanting to talk too loudly knowing I'm delicate at the moment.
"I don't know, Cass," I shrug miserably.
"Y/n, I know you're not good at starting conversations and... well, your also not the best at admitting you were wrong..." She murmurs the last bit and I shoot her 'the eyes', indicating her to not go there and to shut up.
Unfortunately she's right though. I'm extremely socially awkward and shy and, well, I don't like admitting my mistakes and owning up to them. I know everyone says it's important to be honest about your wrong-doings and that it's ok to make mistakes for it helps us learn. In my opinion, mistakes make me really uncomfortable and insecure about myself and I feel pathetic when I do stupid things. Shawn is the exact opposite, though, which is always why he's the one to come and apologise, even if it wasn't his fault.
Cassie's kind of right. I think I should be the one this time to go apologise to him rather than him come to me. We've come far in our relationship and in my heart, I know he won't make me feel insecure, uncomfortable and pathetic for apologising.
He's just that lovely type of guy, ya know?
I contemplate all this deeply until my pupils zoom back into reality and I see Cass wafting her hand madly in front of my face. I swat her hand away like a fly and she just echos out a laugh that catches on to me.
Don't you just love the people that make you laugh? And miss them when they're not there to make you laugh? Even though Cass is very gratefully making me laugh right now, I still really miss Shawn being the one to make me laugh...
"So you are here on planet earth? I thought you'd gone to fucking Mars!" She jokes, hands on her hips to steady her amusement.
"Nah, I was actually looking for Neptune. Do you know which way it is?" I question innocently, secretly loving this little laugh on the inside.
She can't know I'm enjoying this. It'll ruin the whole joke!
"Anywayyy..." Cassie exaggerated as she leans upon the edge of the sink. "What you gonna do about Shawn?" She questions slowly, not wanting to destroy our little funny moment.
I sigh, knowing what I have to do and what I actually want to do but don't know whether I could do it.
"Is there any other way I could approach this?" I ask Cassie, trying to escape the task I know is the better option.
She gives me 'that look' that says 'are you fucking serious? Just do the God damn thing!' I roll my eyes and stare back at my ugly state in the mirror.
As I examine the bags under my eyes, I watch as a smirk radiates off Cass as she glimpses cunningly in the mirror.
"I have an idea," she says quite sneakily.
"Oh God, now I'm scared. Weird seductive voice and those words coming out your mouth aren't a good combination." I laugh as she smacks my arm, again.
Her eyes still glisten with slight mischief as she struggles to stand still beside me in the bathroom. She struggles to contain herself when she thinks of something 'amazing'.
"Go on then. Stop acting like you need a piss and spill," I chuckle.
"Ok, what about if you, like, were super confident and sexy and you, like just, barged straight in your's and Shawn's hotel room and like, grabbed him and started making out with him," she says, nearly jumping in a cheeky glee.
"Cassie!" I exclaim.
This is really unlike Cassie. Like really.
"Look, one, stop saying like all the time-" I begin.
"Noted."
"Ok, two-"
"Wait, what do you mean stop saying li-"
"Doesn't matter. Two, I look a right wreck so there goes the sexy, three, I ain't got no confidence this early in the morning-"
"Y/n, it's fucking 10am."
"Yeah, early."
I'm a night person. And I'm lazy as shit. Don't judge.
Cassie just rolls her eyes.
"Four, I have no idea how that's gonna solve our argument and in conclusion, I ain't a fucking slutty bitch."
"Oh y/n. Stop being so depressing." She says the word 'depressing' as she wobbles like sadness from the Disney movie, Inside Out.
I bark loudly at her immaturity.
"Look, maybe you just need a lil' love to mend the bond," She hints.
She comes closer to me and starts nudging my arm with her elbow. "Eh, eh?" She says, winking.
To be honest, letting Shawn come to apologise to me sounds the easy and nicer route. Yet, it's unfair on Shawn to always be the one to have to do it and it's time for me to step up. Talking straight up to him I don't think I could manage but, a lil' love to mend the bond and some making out could be possible...
I shake her off with blushes, clearly embarrassed. "I don't know Cass..."
"Yeah, well I do and you're gonna make that Mendes boy not know how lucky he is!"
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Smut now 😉
