Rose [S.M]

Bury the hatchet

I am standing in the bathroom, applying some makeup because I look like a ghost without. The last week has been so exhausting. All I want to do, is get into my bed and snuggle up with Shawn but like the social butterflies he is, he invited a couple of his friends over, which turned to more than a couple friends and now it has turned into a full blown party. I have no clue how many people are going to show up and honestly, I don't want to know. It gives me major anxiety because all though, this isn't my house, I do 'live' here. So, when everyone is gone, it's me who is left to clean up when everyone is gone.  Yes, Shawn and probably Brian are here, I don't see them cleaning this whole apartment up in 4 in the morning. And you guys know me by now and my weird habits, there is no way that I can go to bed, when the whole house is a mess.

I stare back into the mirror at my caked face. It has been such a long time since I wore this much makeup. I honestly don't even like it but I know that Shawn is friends with famous people and that those famous people all have gorgeous models as girlfriends. So yeah, I have to step up my game, if I don't want to look too weird around them.

I turn the lights off in the bathroom and walk through the bedroom to the walk-in-closet. Now for a dress... what should I wear?

Lately, I have been obsessed with lace bodysuits and jeans. I don't know why but I am liking the vibe. I strip out off my joggers and pull on the red, lace body.

As I fix my boobs, the sound of the bedroom door is heard. I wait for a couple of seconds but I don't hear anything anymore.
"Shawn?." I say but there is no response. Strange.

"What the hell?."I mumble softly. I look around the corner of the closet but I don't see anyone. From inside the bathroom, comes the sound of drawers being loudly opened. What the hell is that kid doing in there?

I grab my hairbrush, as some sort of protection, and sneak up to the bathroom door. What if it's an intruder? My subconscious says. Well, then the hairbrush isn't going to save me and I will probably die. Dramatic? Yep, absolutely.

I take a deep breath and pull the bathroom door wide open. I scream loudly as I see an unfamiliar face. Well, unfamiliar as in not Shawn. The unfamiliar face, which I recognize 3 seconds later as Brian is startled by the sudden loud sound and responds back with a loud, little too feminine scream as well.

"JESUS ROSE... WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?." Brian says with wide eyes.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY ARE YOU IN HERE?." I don't know why but for some reason, talking to each other our inside voices isn't optional.

The bedroom door flies open, and in storms an alert, heavy breathing Shawn.
"What's wrong?." He says as he looks around the room before focusing his eyes on me, to Brian and immediately back to me as he sees what I am wearing.

"Your friend scared me to death."- I start but Brian interrupts me.

"Well, you have made me deaf." He mumbles annoyed and cross his arms. For a second, I see his eyes moving over my barely covered body but he looks back to my face one a second later.  "But maybe it's a good idea to talk about what are you wearing." His famous smirk appears on his face.

"O shut up. I am going to wear it with jeans."

"That's too bad. I was hoping that we could use you as the stripper for the night."

I roll my eyes and turn around, back to the closet. "Shawn, keep your dog in control." I say sassy as I swing my hips side to side.

"Would be nice though." I hear Shawn mumble as I am about to walk into the closet.

"What did you say?." I stop dead in my tracks and raise my eyebrow at him.

"Nothing dear. Brian you cannot say that. A little bit more respect." He says, as he tries to keep a straight face.