𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 🦋

stupid boy

you were walking with your best friend to your third class, when a pair of familiar hazel eyes winked at you

you roll your eyes, ignoring the flirtatious action as you continue on walking

suddenly, a tug on your arm causes you to stop

you turn to see where the unexpected tug had come from, only to see the man himself

" you don't mind if i steal y/n for a bit, do
you? " he asks your best friend

" o-of course not, s-shawn " your best friend stutters before turning, and continuing her way to class

" you've been ignoring me " shawn mumbles, as he interlaces your hands and drags you to your schools library

you shrug your shoulders, cocking your head to the side as he leads you to the very back of the room filled with books

" okay "

" okay? that's all? " he turns to you, furrowing his eyebrows

you shrug once more, causing him to laugh

" you need me babe, and ignoring me won't help you " he says, causing you to cross your arms and lean against the wall

" and how do i need you? " you raise an eyebrow

shawn smirks, rubbing his finger tips along your collar bone

" do i really have to say it? " his eyes flash lust

you huff, pushing his arm away

" and what about you? " you ask and he shrugs

" i've got girls lined up at me door "

now it's your turn to laugh

" i don't need you for anything, actually " you reply, walking past him

" where are you going? " he furrows his eyebrows

" you don't need me, i'm leaving. isn't it obvious? " you ask and he shakes his head

" you're not leaving me "

" shawn, you're just a stupid boy that thinks i need him. watch me " you huff, leaving the library

that night you had received constant messages from shawn

actually, let's rephrase-

pictures

of him in the shower,

him in bed,

him showing you hoodies you can steal,

pictures you've taken together,

pretty much anything you can think of

sure, shawn was just someone you were talking to, but it's still highly inappropriate for him to say you need him only for sex, when you really don't need him, or any man at all, for that matter

your phone started to violently buzz in your hand with shawns name over the top

you roll your eyes, answering it

" hello? "

" i-i need you baby " shawns voice cracks

" sha- "

" and not just in the sex way. i need you to calm me down and to play with my hair and to cuddle with me and to wear my hoodies because you're fuckin adorable in them and to kiss me because god- you're so good at it " he continues to ramble on, sobbing

" are you crying? "

" yes " your whole face softens

" why did you say what you said today? if we haven't even, you know " you blush

" i don't know, baby, and i'm so sorry. i need you, and clearly you'd be perfectly fine without me, but i need you. i'm crying like a little girl
y/n. please, let's try again? " he asks

you smile, biting your lip

" i'd like that " you reply

" so can you come over? please? " he asks and you chuckle

" i'll be right over "

shortly after the call ended, and you drove to shawns house

you knock on the door, and hear quick footsteps, then a crash followed by groans

you furrow your eyebrows and the door opens

" what happened? " you ask

" i fell running to the door. But I'm okay! Come in " he ushers, causing you to laugh

You walk in, and shawn closes the door behind you

" i never meant to be a dick to you. You know that, right? " he asks and you bite your lip, nodding

" good, because i was about to go fucking mad knowing that you were upset with me " he says and he laugh, shaking your head

" you're like my rock, y/n. Yeah I get a little cocky... all the time, but if you didn't come here I would've probably started a house fire by now. You keep me sane " he says, walking up to you and cupping your cheeks

You laugh as his finger brushes your lip

" who knew my boy was so stupid "