this wasn’t requested. (sidenote: do i even answer requests anymore?? i’m a terrible person…) i just saw a post and wanted to write something out of it.
a/n: roses are my favorite so. i hope you guys like this one!
To say it had been a rough few weeks would be an understatement.
Your homework had piled on top of itself, your mother was riding your ass about what your plans were after college, you had hardly slept, you had had a headache for the entire week, and to make it all worse, Shawn was touring. You were alone.
How’s it going, love?
You read the message on your phone, contemplating how you wanted to respond. You could either reply honestly and distract him from whatever it was he was doing, or you could lie.
Just great, baby. How’s tour?
Naturally, you choose the latter. There’s no point in bothering him or making him worry about you. You send the response and put down your phone, sinking into the couch and taking a sip of your tea. The mountain of work sitting on your desk is calling your name, a haunting shriek reminding you of your current unproductive state. But you can’t right this second, exhaustion has officially set in, and even the thought of moving from the silence of your living room is too much to handle.