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you woke up bright and early and practically ran downstairs. today was the day. today was the day that shawn would be coming home after 6 months of just facetiming and texting. he would finally be home. you decided you wanted to look good for Shawn. you raced to the bathroom, and put your hair in a slick bun, Shawn's favorite, and put on a maroon shirt, with a grey cardigan, black leggings, and black converse. you were too excited that you skipped breakfast all together and hopped in your car before speeding to the airport. when you got their you payed, parked your car, and searched for the fans. you knew that wherever the fans would be is where Shawn would soon be. you grabbed a seat and took out phone glancing at the time. 6:30. his plane landed at 6:45, and you were well aware that he'd probably take 10 mins just to get through the fans. as you were waiting a few fans came over, and chatted with you about Shawn, makeup, and asked for pictures. after that you played games until you got board with that and looked at the time. 6:37. "Really?!?" you yelled in the airport. causing everyone to turn and look your way. you simply gave them an apologetic smile as you continued to scroll through twitter and text shawn. as soon as you were done checking your feed you glanced up at the time. 6:50. it was at that very moment you heard about 300 teen girls scream at the top of their lungs. you looked up and saw your sleepy boyfriend who clearly just woke up from a nap. he greeted fans, took pictures, and talked with them. though his focus was set on finding you. you tried to wave your hands, but it was a failed attempt. that's when you stood up on a chair and flailed your arms. suddenly Shawn saw you. he pushed passed a few fans, apologizing, and made his way towards you. he gave you the biggest bear hug, and kiss that you missed for 6 months. "I missed you." he said lips ghosting above yours "I missed you to." you said grabbing his hand and exiting the airport.
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I felt Peter come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, then he slowly began trailing his lips down my neck, I was starting to become weak at the knees, then I snapped out of the trance it was putting me in just before before slipping out of his reach as quickly as possible. "Are you crazy!! I don't want your parents to walk in on us." I exclaim, feeling my cheeks start to blush. "Will you relax, they left two hours ago and won't be back until Friday, my dad's on a business trip." Peter says with a big smirk as he laces his fingers through mine "Oh, right." I say with a slight chuckle. With that Peter closed his door, and he pushed me onto the bed and began kissing me passionately, and the kisses trailed from my lips to my neck and before they could go any further, Peter stopped and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes of his, and just smiled at me, as he ran the back of his hand along my face. "I love you Paisley." Peter says with a warm smile on his face. "I love you too." I say feeling nothing but pure joy as the words role off my tongue. And with that the moment was killed. We were after all only in high school, seniors for only 3 more days, but still only in high school, I sat up on the bed and Peter just sat there for a few moments. He looked at me for what seemed like a long time but was really only a few seconds, as he slowly went to get up off the bed, he planted a kiss on my forehead and with that my conscience had a choice. Either let the moment die or try to save it. I was going to try to save it. I grabbed Peter by his shirt and pulled him back on top of me as we fell onto the bed all over again and this time, there was not stopping, there was kissing and the whole 9 yards. Until I laid there in his bed, the sheets covering every last inch of me up out of embarrassment. Peter and I just laid there looking into each other's eyes. This kept replaying in my head during the cab ride home from the airport.

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