Barrow & Parker - Part II
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“Look at that one.” Shawn almost whispered, awe laced his voice as he looked at the jewellery store display window.
His eyes were fixed on a far too expensive diamond necklace and his face was almost pressed against the glass as he took it in. Then, a cheeky smile tugged at his lips. He immediately grabbed Willow’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze. Willow, who had been otherwise completely disinterested in what he was doing, popped her head up towards him. “Huh?”
With a bashful smile, he looked down to her and she immediately noticed a cheeky sparkle in his eyes. Willow’s eyes narrowed and quickly darted from side to side suspiciously; she was all too used to that look on his face after almost six months of being with him.
“I’m gonna buy you this.“ He grinned and gestured towards the diamond necklace in the display case.
Willow looked at it and then laughed, "yeah, good one.” She looked back down at her phone and tried to continue walking through the shopping centre. However, she was pulled back by Shawn’s hand that was still in hers, as he refused to move.
“I’m being serious. Let me buy you this.” He smiled. Most of his previous attempts to show his appreciation through gifts had failed, but this time he was determined. Willow smiled up at him, she knew he was being genuine and she knew he just wanted to show that he cared. However, she also knew that he couldn’t afford it and she definitely knew that she didn’t need anybody to buy her something if she wanted it.
"Thanks, but no thanks.“ She smiled sweetly and tried to pull him away from the window. "Willow, c'mon, let me do this for you.” He all but pleaded with her. “Shawn, you can’t afford this!” She protested pragmatically, “and I’m definitely capable of supporting myself.” She added with a small smirk.
Shawn rubbed the back of his neck and sighed in defeat. Before he could argue any more, Willow pulled him away from the display case once more, successfully this time and reminded him that she needed to get home to finish off another project she had been working on.
Sat at her desk, Willow tried in vain to complete the final part of her project that just refused to come together. Although, she had to admit, Shawn messing around and coming in and out of her room every five minutes did nothing to help. Between Shawn strumming his guitar and singing songs at the top of his lungs, Willow wondered if she would even be able to get another word down.
“Babe,” Shawn’s head popped through her doorframe for the thousandth time that hour, “I’m going for a shower.”
"Good,“ Willow rolled her eyes, "I might finally get this done.”
Shawn feigned hurt, “aw, don’t be like that. You know I just get bored.” He smiled and walked into the room to wrap his arms around her from behind her.
It was then that Willow noticed he was shirtless and quite obviously trying to distract her. She suppressed another eye roll and swivelled around in her chair to face him. Prepared to tell him to get out and into the shower, Willow was stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened and her fingers immediately traced over the large raised scar that decorated the left side of Shawn’s torso.
“What the hell is this?” She asked in horror, her voice barely above a whisper. Shawn instinctively jumped back at the contact and tried to leave the room in a hurry. Willow sat in shock for a few seconds before Shawn’s voice snapped her back to reality. “It’s nothing.” He mumbled on his way out of the room.
“No, Shawn, get back here.” She demanded of him as he disappeared through the doorway. Her voice was stern, but still wavered with worry, “Shawn!” Willow jumped up out of her seat and dropped her pen onto the forgotten papers. “Shawn!” She called after him again, trepidation clear in her voice. “I said I’m taking a shower.” He said, without even looking over his shoulder. “Leave me alone. Do your project.”
Willow quickly moved towards him and grabbed Shawn’s arm before he could get into the bathroom. She pulled him towards her and he turned around, but looked down and refused to make eye contact. Willow tried to meet his eyeline, yet all he did was cross his arms over his torso, hiding the large scar in the process. “What happened? Shawn, that’s not a scrape or a graze. That looks like… you got stabbed or something.” She bit her lip and hoped her mind was running wild. “God,” Shawn sighed and looked towards the ceiling. He ran a hand over his face and let his other arm drop to reveal the large scar. “It’s just…” He sighed harshly again and still didn’t look at her. Willow had never seen Shawn look so uncomfortable or lost for words and she grew even more worried. “Really, it’s nothing. Just don’t worry about it, alright?”
It was Willow’s turn to cross her arms and their eyes finally met. She quizzically shook her head as if to tell him that she wasn’t about to drop it. “Alright,” he sighed and threw his arms up in defeat. “I got stabbed. It was a really long time ago and I’m fine and there’s no need to worry or talk about it. So, can I take my shower now?” He quickly blurted out all in one breath; a futile attempt to gloss over it. Willow’s eyes were wide with shock as she brought her hand up to her mouth. “Who stabbed you? Where were you? Shawn… what the fuck?” His revelation had stunned her. Her head spun and her stomach had flipped; her boyfriend had been stabbed? Shawn took her hands in his, “Please. Don’t worry about this, forget about it. Everything’s fine now.” Willow searched his eyes for fear or regret, but all she found was an imploring look to drop it. Willow shook her head, “I can’t.” She felt tears well up in her eyes and she looked upwards, in an effort to keep them from falling. “How did that happen?” Shawn released her hands from his soft grip and looked away from her once more. Willow could see his mind ticking over as he contemplated his next decision. “Don’t you trust me enough to tell me?” “What?” He was shocked, almost offended by her accusation, “don’t be stupid, of course I trust you.” “Then what is it?” She implored, as she became even more worried at his secrecy. “I just don’t wanna drag you into something you never signed up for.” He spoke lowly, almost as if it was a warning to forget about it before it was too late.
“Shawn, I signed up for you.” She assured him, “and all the shit that comes with you. So, tell me, I’m a big girl, I can handle it. You’re really starting to scare me.” Shawn sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, he knew there was no way of getting around the issue. Willow was far too headstrong and when she wanted something, she got it. “Alright. I’ll tell you,” he began, “but you can’t freak out and you can’t tell anybody.” Willow smirked, “try me.”