I Don’t Know What to Call This
Words ~ 500
Notes ~ Idk, a lot of stuff has been happening in me personal life (exams, disappointing boy troubles, stage crew stress because the big school production is coming up next month) and I haven’t really had time / wanted to write stuff. Basically, sorry if this is bad :) There was meant to be a second half for this, but I don’t feel like writing it at the moment / might carry it on later.
Also, for context, Shawn = 16 years old, Alex = 15 years old
“Hey.” Shawn’s voice broke through the silent making me jump out my skin. My eyes didn’t move from the pages, although I found it hard to concentrate on the words as the mattress shifted beside me. Things fell quiet for a moment, but it wasn’t long until Shawn got bored.
“What you readin’?” I could hear the smirk in his words as he reached up and poked my cheek. I tried not to pay him any attention, not wanting him to feel like he had won, but he. wouldn’t. stop. poking. my. cheek.
Closing the book, I let out a long breathe before turning to the smiling boy next to me. He took the book out of my hand, giving the blurb a quick glance, “You don’t normally care about the books I’m reading.”
Not so carefully, Shawn threw the book to the end of the bed. And I was about the yell at him because how dare he do that to my precious book, but before I could Shawn had his arms wrapped around me, dragging me closer. I let out a surprised sound which made Shawn laugh.
“That’s the cutest sound I’ve ever heard.” His chest vibrated under my hands, and I couldn’t help but giggle along as he drew my head away from its hiding place between the crook of his neck and shoulder. His fingers brushed over my cheek before ghosting over my bottom lip, “You’re so beautiful.”
I didn’t know what to say. Even after three weeks of dating, I still wasn’t used to the constant compliments Shawn threw my way.
My speechlessness only made Shawn smile brighter. His hand moved to the back of my head, gently guiding my face closer until our lips met. I froze for a second, my hand clenching tighter onto his shirt, still not 100% used to the whole kissing my best friend thing. But with each pass of his lips on mine, I could feel myself relaxing.
Losing my death grip on his shirt, my hand moved to hip just so it would be out the way. Our noses bumped together as Shawn sought a better angle, but all it did was make me laugh. His lips never left mine though, resulting in our teeth hitting together clumsily.
A door slammed shut downstairs causing me to jump again. Shawn’s laughter barely covered the sound of John yelling at Dad about something stupid.
“You’re so jumpy.”
Rolling my eyes, I shoved his chest playfully, “Shut up.”
He pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaning over and grabbing the abandoned book, “Anyway, you going to tell me about this book you love so much.”
Sitting up, I’m sure I did a little bounce with excitement, “Okay, so it’s called Throne of Glass…”