"Just quickly before we start.
I would like to give an explanation on the title. I know it's written wrong, but it's on purpose. In stead of bulletproof, like I wanted in the first place, I luckily made the mistake to write bullet proof. Two separate words. I though with the two separate words it would give more meaning. Bullet, will be for the fact that someone would have tried to harm Shawn. Proof will be for him and the woman in the story trying to find the one who did it. In the end, bulletproof will stand for Shawn having been through a lot in the story and still fighting on despite it. Thanks for your time! I'll start the story now."
It's a couple of minutes past one.
A club full of people.
Good and bad alike.
Shawn walks through the crowd of hot and sweaty people. The music blasting through the air as the beat vibrates through the floor. He stops at the bar, ordering himself a drink. Purposely one without alcohol, for that fact that it's a quite long drive back. The bartender nods and starts on the drink as Shawn turns to look at the crowd of dancing people. It's not really his thing, being in a small and hot room, The air thick, and the music loud, but once in a while he tags along.
After a bit he turns back around to find a drink on the bar behind him. Seeing how it's what he ordered, he grabs it and takes a sip, something about it tasting strangely bitter. None the less, he drinks on, cooling down a little before going back into the crowd to look for Connor and Mike.
On his way his stomach starts to turn as a sweat breaks out. It must be the heat. He thinks. He heads on but his head starts to feel light and he can't see clearly. He reaches the wall, on the outside of the group of people. Leaning against the wall he makes his way back to the back exit I need air as he pushes the bar on the door and stumbles into the cold air, he takes a deep breath while his vision spins. 'Sir? Are you alright?' A male voice calls out, causing his ears to ring 'no, I-' he stumbles a bit before he regains his balance. When the stranger is closer Shawn can see he's holding something long in his hand. 'You really fight on, huh?' The stranger asks as someone else joins. 'What?' Shawn asks as he brings his hand to his head. 'Just pass out already.'
*smack*
With one hit to the head, Shawn falls over.
Unable to get up.
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Bullet proof
Fanfiction"If I told you about the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me like I'm the sun?" The words left his lips as he looks a me with desperation. How could I not? I let out a breathy chuckle as I smile in the glow of the setting sun. "Perhaps...
