#abbiwritings

Summary: basically just a cuddly tired Shawn.

You were trying to be productive and actually get some work done. Classes had been piling up and you were pretty sure you had never been so stressed In all your life. College is grilling you regularly, and with Shawns busy schedule it was nearly impossible for the two of you to get any free time together.

Your writing halted and you look up at the door opened, a tall head of curls waltzing through the door.

“Shawn? Your home early.” Your boyfriend grinned at you, “came home early to see you.”

“Shawn I love you for that, but I am swamped with work right now, I have to write this paper.” Shawn shook his head, walking closer to you and leaning down close to place a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, “you could be doing much more fun things than writing that paper.” You smacked his chest, “Shawn!”

Being the dork he is, Shawn simply wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You shook your head, eyes turning away from Shawn to look back down at your paper. He wasn’t having that. Shawn was tired and when Shawn got tired he got clingy. Really clingy.

You let out a surprised Yelp as two hands grabbed under your knees and lifted you off the chair and into their lap.

You only fought your boyfriends hold for a moment before slumping down against him with a dramatic sigh. “You know I have work to do.”

“Just cuddle.” The words were muffled slightly as Shawns Head was tucked into your neck. You chuckled softly, gazing at your adorable boy with love in your eyes. You noticed how tired he looked, carding your hands through his luxurious curls, your lips turned up at the muffled groan he let out.

“Alright bub, for a little while.”

A/n: oh my gosh I can’t believe y’all actually liked broken pieces:) it makes me so happy! Here’s a part two for ya

Two weeks. Two whole weeks without Shawn. Without the sound of him coming home late at night and plodding up the stairs, no sound of him talking during a Instagram live, no random singing he didn’t know you were listening to, no cooking dinner for two. Nothing. You really had thought that things would be better by now, that you would feel less like crawling back to him. You loved Shawn with your entire heart, and he still had every piece of you.

You really did try to fall into a somewhat normal routine, you rented a apartment and tried to make the place your own. It didn’t work. Shawn wasn’t there. You would have a good few moments, only to remember him, what hurt the most was remembering how everything used to be, before your love for each other became unbalanced.

Shawn had tried non stop to reach you the first week, your phone was filled with texts and calls and voicemails you didn’t bother to read. You didn’t want to hear how sorry he was or how he wanted you to come back, he broke everything you were, and that simply couldn’t be fixed. You hoped he was happy, hoped Chelsea could be better than you, maybe she completed him in ways you couldn’t. You didn’t even know her, Shawn probably met her on tour, probably some gorgeous blonde model with a hourglass figure and five pounds of makeup.

You sighed to yourself, you really needed to stop having a pity party, things had to be like this now. A lost love, that’s all this was, you would get over it, with time.

A little voice climbed into your ear and whispered devilishly, oh but what if you don’t? What if you spend your whole life missing Shawn? A phone call interupted your thoughts, reaching out for your cell, you answered without bothering to look at the caller id.

“Y/n?” You pulled the phone away from your head and glanced at the name across the screen. “Brian Why are you calling me?” There was a hefty sigh on the other end. “Y/n listen, i know you and shaw-“ “no. Don’t bother talking to me about him.”

“Y/n shawn is a absolute wreck. He can’t think, he can’t write, he barely talks and he’s not eating.”

You were taken back by his words, “what?” “Yeah, he’s been like this ever since the break up, the only time he talks is when he’s talking about how he lost you and he wants to just die because he broke you and he knows it,”

You struggled with emotion. You loved him and didn’t want him in pain, but you had to remember how much pain he cause you.

“I don’t care, he hurt me over and over again Brian, I can’t help it if he is the one hurting now.” You cut off Brian’s words by hanging up the phone.

The rest of the day went by rather slowly, you just couldn’t stop thinking back to your conversation with Brian. Trying to be productive, you grabbed your keys and headed out to the store, you have already gone once this week, but you really needed something to busy your mind with.

The rain was coming down by the time you were halfway to the store, you hadn’t paid much attention to the time, and it was already dark, the backroads you were driving were very dark and slicked with the rain. Your car had been making suspicious noises for the past mile or so, you were slightly worried, but you didn’t think about it too much because your car was always like that.

Panic started to set in as your car started slowly fizzing out, creeping to a stop on the side of the road, in the pouring rain with lights flashing. You were stranded, you tried turning the key, but all you received was a strange sound of noises that resembled death.

You slapped the dash in frustration, “you stupid car.” Reaching for your phone, you scrolled through your contacts, searching for someone to call, “no no, not this one, nope not that one either.” Laughing to yourself you realized you had little to no one you could call at this time of night to come bail you out.

You tried a few people, all of who either gave some lame excuse or simply declined your call. You sighed in defeat as you hovered your thumb over Brian’s name, you knew he would answer.

“Hello, y/n?” You sighed. “Hey Brian, I kinda have a situation.”

“What? What’s wrong?” You hesitated, “I uh, I went out to the store and my car died, it won’t start and I had no one else to call.”

“You need someone to come get you?” “No, I need you to come get me, you can not breath a word of this to Shawn, if he shows up here I swear.”

“Relax y/n, just stay put.” The line went dead and you dropped your head onto the steaming wheel, after texting him the address, worry swamped you.

Brian hung up the phone and walked into the studio, nobody had gone home yet. “Shawn.” Shawn looked up from across the room, looking a mess as usual these days, “what do you want Brian?” He mumbled, glancing down at the floor.

Brian clapped him on the back, handing him a piece of paper with a address scribbled down. “Y/n’s car broke down, she called asking me to come get her.” Shawn eyes widened, jumping up he grabbed the paper from his hand, “is she hurt, what happened, how far away is she?”

Brian shook his head, “calm down buddy, she’s fine. But she didn’t exactly want you to come get her so I would tread lightly.” Shawn nodded grimly, “can’t get much worse can it?” Before grabbing his keys and heading out.

You played with your nails lightly, nervously picking at the already worn polish. It had been nearly thirty minutes since Brian hung up the phone. You really didn’t want to be stuck here in the dark anymore.

Your thoughts were interupted as headlights flashed ahead of you, the rain making it too hard to see the type of vehicle pulling closer. As a tall figure steeped out, you squinted your eyes at the shape, only for them to widen and your heart to jump to your throat as realization dawned.

Curse you brian. You slammed your hand down on the lock button as Shawn stepped up to the window. He peered in, rain matting his curls to his head and drenching him. “Y/n unlock the door!” Shawn yelled at you over the rain. You shook your head firmly, Insisting on keeping your doors locked. Shawn just stood there, and as the rain poored your resolve weakens. Nudging the door open you glared up at him weakly.

“Y/n Im sorry-“ “Shawn I don’t even care, don’t try to apologize this away it won’t work.” Shawns eyes were pleading and desperate. “No. I know I cheated, it was the worst mistake of my life and I don’t have any excuses, but you have to believe when I tell you nothing happened, I didn’t do anything y/n.”

“Shawn that doesn’t make it better.” You were crying as you tried to pull the door back shut. Shawn reached out before you could and grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you out Into the rain with him. He pulled you closer and you beat against his chest, crying out. “Let me go Shawn let me go!”

“Y/n just come back to the house, you can’t stay here in the pouring rain.” You drummed your hand against his chest again, you shrieked at him, “please let me go, let me go I hate you, I hate you.”

Shawns whole body stilled. You suddenly crumbled over, “no no I love you and it’s not fair because you broke me.” He just held you to him until your sobbing stopped. “Let’s just go back home, you need to get out of these clothes your going to get sick.”

The drive back to the house was silent. You said nothing, watching the rain pour down the window and the world blur by. The Jeep rolled to a stop in the all too familiar driveway. You were ready to cry again just seeing the house.

Shawn opened your door, he started to hold his hand out, but quickly thought better of it and retracted it quickly, moving it to the back of his neck instead. He lead the way into the house, opening the door, you hesitantly followed him, the breath leaving your lungs as you gazed at all the pictures of the two of you.

“You didn’t take them down?” Shawn turned towards you, “no, why would I? Those pictures were the best time of my life. You were the best time of my life.” His words suddleny took on a intensive tone, “y/n let me fix this, I can’t lose you, I can’t lose the best thing of my life. You are my life y/n.”

“Im not sure this can be fixed.” The words were followed by a choked sob. Shawns tall body dropped towards you, grabbing your hands firmly, “yes we can, we can fix this, I messed up, beyond anything imaginable, I messed up, but I love you, with every fiber of my body and you love me. That fixes this.” Shawns eyes were red and panic rimmed.

You shook your head, crying again. “I just don’t think-“ Shawn cut you off, reaching forward he pulled you to him and kissed you. Your body stiffened. Pull away! Your brain screamed at you. But you couldn’t, you could never pull away from Shawn, not now not ever.

He pulled back, pressing your forehead together, “I know this won’t be easy, but I’m going to fight for you, I’ll fight for you y/n” your tears fell salty on your cheeks as you shook your head, “okay shawn, okay.” The rest of the night was spent with the two of you just holding each other, Shawn whispering how he would always hold you together.

The house was quite. A bit too quiet for y/n’s liking as she walked down the hallway towards the room that she and Shawn shared.

She stopped right in front of the door, looking down at the soft yellow light pouring out from under the door. Nudging it open she stepped inside.

“Shawn?” The curly brown haired boy looked up at her, a smile gracing his features at her presence in the room.

“Y/n! I thought You would never come up here. Help me pack?”

Smiling weakly at him, she nodded yes and bent down to help Shawn fix the mess of clothes he head shoved in his suitcase during the excitement of packing for tour.

“You really made a mess of this huh?”

Shawn snorted softly. “That’s why your up here, need your help.”

Y/n chuckled softly. She was very excited for Shawn, seeing him happy made her happy, and she was beyond proud of him for all he has accomplished. But it was hard, watching him leave and having their conversations take place through a screen. The house became silent and she had no one to cuddle with at night.

Y/n had been so deep in thought she hadn’t realized she was clutching one of shawns shirts with tears in her eyes.

“Honey? What’s wrong?” Shawn stared into her eyes with complete concern on his face.

Quickly, y/n wiped her eyes and plastered a smile on her face.

“Don’t worry I’m fine, really.”

Shawn studied her face for a few moments before shaking his head, “Your lying. You don’t have to lie to me y/n”

Y/n sniffled slightly. “It’s really not a big deal Shawn, I’ll- I’ll just miss you, that’s all.”

“Oh baby, why didn’t you tell me how you felt?”

“I just didn’t want to bother you, your so happy and excited and I don’t want to take away from that.”

Shawn pulled her into her lap and cradled her close to his chest.

“You never have to feel that way, I love you y/n, and nothing will ever change that. Not a million miles between us.”

Smiling up at Shawn y/n chuckled softly, “you so cheesy Shawn.”

“Sure, but you know you love it.”

Summary: bad boy Shawn had me going so Im writing this now.. haha

Warnings: bad writing lol

You and Shawn were never the couple everyone exspected to last. You had always thought you would, thought you were good for him, showing him how to be softer and gentle. He was good for you, showing you how to be braver, and bolder. Sure, people laughed and judged, but it never changed the way you loved Shawn. Always firmly believing you two would be okay.

Shawn promised he wouldn’t hurt you, you beloved him. Until now. You two had fought, it wasn’t uncommon for a slight disagreement to occur between the two of you, but not this. This was a full blown fight. Shawns ex had came back to him, trying to break the two of you up, and spreading nasty rumors about you, when you confronted Shawn about it he hadn’t really defended you against her, which caused a fight.

Now you were sitting home, alone. You weren’t sure where Shawn had gone, he had taken off after your argument. You sniffles slightly, hugging you knees to your chest as you sat in the couch, surfing through tv channels with a fluffy blanket and a tub of ice cream. You kept thinking about Shawn, you were upset over your fight, but you still loved Shawn just as much as before, so you were worried. Worried because it had been five hours and you haven’t heard from him, not even a text saying he wasn’t coming home. That wasn’t Shawn, even during your ugliest hours together, Shawn would still reach out in someway, never just leaving you alone without any update or news whatsoever. A voice in the back of your head whispered to you that Shawn had gone back to his ex, where he wanted to be all along. He never really loved you, you were just a rebound.

The sound of the door opening Interupted your grim thoughts, you jumped, startled as you looked up. What you saw startled you more than the door opening. “Shawn, what happened to you? Baby what On earth happened?” Shawn strolled Into your house adorned in his typical leather clothes, he had cuts all over him, and a nasty black eye. Shawn glanced at you, “I got into a fight.” You frowned st him, “oh Shawn, come into the bathroom.”

Shawn followed close behind you as you lead the way into the bathroom. He leaned against the counter as you opened the cabinet, pulling out bottles of medicine. Turning to Shawn, you eyes him warily, “this might sting a little, close your eyes.” You swiped at shawns cuts gently. You looked at him in surprise as he greatly grabbed your wrist and forced you to look into his eyes. “Y/n i wasn’t with her, i would never do that to you, I love you. I’m sorry.” You just stared at him, not exspecting those words to come from him. “Shawn I know, I love you to, so much. I just- I was just worried, I thought you weren’t going to fight anymore.”

Shawns eyelids fluttered closed as he sighed softly, “I know y/n I was just so mad and I didn’t even think about it, I just did it.” You swiped at more of his cuts, Shawn wincing as the alcohol seeped into his wounds. “Shawn I worry so much when you do this, you didn’t even text me.” “I didn’t know what to say to you, I was a total jerk and I didn’t want to admit it.”

Summary: what happens when you get in a accident?

You and Shawn were fighting.. again. It seems like that is all you two ever do anymore. You knew he loved you, and you loved him, nothing could ever really change that, but the stress of his work schedule and your job has been piling up lately. Most arguments between the two of you were small, not really a big deal. Shawn would move out to the couch, only coming back to the bed with you not long after, not wanting you to be left alone in the big bed by yourself.

Something about this just seemed different, the words exchanged had stung, more than just a little disagreement. “Why are you always so clingy? You know I have work, just give me space.” Space. Shawn wanted space. Your eyes blurred with tears as you drove down the road, not really having a destination, just trying to get away, away from the house, and away from Shawn. That was never supposed to happen. Shawn was supposed to always be your safe place, you should be running to him, not away.

You were not really focusing on the road, you were sobbing now, and it had gotten dark, you were already veering slightly in the road, it was too late when you saw the deer. Letting out a shriek, you swerved to avoid hitting the deer, bashing into a tree in the process. You were sling forward, your seatbelt tightening around your body.

Maybe you were unconscious? You weren’t really thinking straight at the moment, you blinked your eyes open, trying to clear the fog that had settled over your vision. You fumbled for your phone, your mind was racing with thoughts of Shawn, only Shawn.

Shawn was sitting at the island in his kitchen, hand raking his curls and tugging. He never meant what he said, he loved you so much, he didn’t want space, he just wanted you to come back. Shawn had tried calling, multiple times, he tried calling. No answer. He wasn’t even sure where you were. He sat there for a few moments more before his phone lit up beside him, looking down, he saw your name flashing across the screen. He hurriedly grabbed the phone, sliding the button across with shaky hands. “Baby?” He wasn’t sure what to exspect. “Shawn, Shawn, please help me, I wrecked there was a deer and and I couldn’t- Shawn just please help me.” Shawns blood turned ice cold and he was surprised he didn’t drop the phone. “Where are you?”

Your mind was muddled with all the thoughts about Shawn as his voice filled your ears, he was asking you something, your mind couldn’t grasp what he was saying, he rambled on, asking again. Where are you y/n. You lurched, looking around, “I’m- im not exactly sure.” Your eyes focused on a street sign, you read the numbers off into the phone. “I’m coming, y/n I’m coming to get you, do not move, I’ll be there.”

Shawn was in a panicked turmoil. He grabbed his keys, clutching the paper with the street number you read off to him written on it. Stay calm. Shawn tried to reason with himself, saying that you were probably okay if you had called him, but he couldn’t stop blaming himself. This was his fault as far as he was concerned. Shawn was in his car, speeding down the road towards your location. You had driven a good ways since the fight, once again, he blamed himself. Shawn slowed down as he rounded the corner, the sight he saw stole the breath from his lungs, your car was smashed into a tree, the hood mutilated and puffs of smoke coming out from the top. Shawn skidded his Jeep to a stop, jumping out and running over to the car.

“Y/n y/n!” You stirred as you heard a voice calling your name, lifting you head you peered out, making out a shape running towards the car. “Shawn.” You called out, head throbbing and heart racing. You saw Shawn tug on the door, pulling it with enough force to wrench it open as he tried to get to you. He reached for you instantly. “Are you hurt? What hurts baby? Talk to me.” You looked up at him, “my head, it feels heavy.” You mumbled. Shawn grabbed you gently, picking you up in his arms and carrying you over to his Jeep, laying you down in the backseat, he kissed your head, you briefly heard him mumbling about how sorry he was before you slowly slipped off into peaceful darkness.

Summary: y/n and Shawn enjoy some eventful time together

“Y/n I have no idea what I’m doing!”

Shawn, your best friend, and more recently boyfriend, practically whined to you. Chuckling, you answered him, “that’s why I’m going to teach you dork .”

Shawn rolled his eyes, “not like you know what your doing.” You raised your eyebrows challengingly, “we’ll see Mendes.”

At the bowling counter, it was nearly impossible to find a pair of bowling shoes that actually fit Shawns big feet. After a good amount of time, your dear boyfriend came plodding along in his shoes, “all ready now big foot?”

“Very funny y/n.” Laughing, you simply pulled Shawn along.

“So, to start with you need to pick a ball, they are all different pounds, so just try one and see.” You gestured to the rack of bowling balls, laughing as Shawn pulled his brow up in deep concentration.

Finally he pulled at one, huffing in confusion as it fumbled in his hands. “Shawn honey, the trick is to pick one your fingers actually fit into.”

He dropped the ball back into the crate sheepishly, scratching at his neck. “Oh.”

Laughing, you gazed over the rack, pulling at one and lifting it up to Shawn. “Try this one.”

He grunted as he lifted it up, slipping his fingers into the slot, you nodded in satisfaction as it fit. “This one will work. K so let’s show you how to do this.”

“I really have no clue babe, this is a bad idea.” The curls on Shawns head shook as he disagreed with you. You simply laughed, picking up a ball for yourself, “I’ll show you how I do it, and then you can try. Just watch.”

Though still uncertain, shawns gaze was fixed on you as you gripped the bowling ball, dipping back and pushing your arm backward, only to walk forward and sling your arm forward, letting the ball go and rising back up in one fluid motion.

Shawns eyes were very wide. “What the heck was that. You looked amazing doing it, but there is no way I am even trying it.”

“Cmon you big baby, get your ball, and walk over here.” He trudged over to you like a two year old headed to the corner.

“K big guy, start back here, and just do what I did, hold your ball, pull your arm back and raise your hand and let it go, just swing it firmly, and aim.” Muttering some unknown words, Shawn did what your said. Well, attempted to do what you said. You watched with wide eyes as he pulled his arm back and his extremely lanky body dipped awkwardly to the floor. In some very ungracious form, he let the ball go, or if rather slipped away awkwardly. The ball made a large thud on the bowling floor, promptly rolling straight to the gutter.

“I told you I would suck.” “Shawn baby, bowling just isn’t your sport.” He humphed as he plodded away.

Summary: things just aren’t working anymore..

A/n: so this is my first attempt at angst so I’m kinda scared to post this.. I apologize ahead of time.. haha

You sat in your apartment, the television playing what used you be your favorite show, it’s not anymore, your not really sure if you have a favorite anything anymore.

It was nearly one a.m, Shawn still wasn’t home, again. He says it is just work. Work this and work that, you understand, you really do. But Shawn isn’t trying anymore, he comes home and immediately goes to shower and then to be. He never asks about your day, he never asks if you have fixed dinner. Your lucky if he even acknowledges you at all.

Day by day, your heart was slowly breaking, the efforts of holding this relationship together we’re taking a toll on you, not only mentally, but physically as well. Your clothes never fit you anymore, you hardly eat at all, you can tell how bad off you are with one look. Shawn stopped looking a long time ago. You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to do, you tried texting him, reminding him you loved him, and that you were here. Shawn would tell you he was busy and he would talk to you later.

The cycle never really ended, at times it was worse. You did try to confront Shawn, you asked him if you had done something wrong, he always assured you you were being paranoid, that nothing was wrong at all and he was just busy. You knew better than that. So here you are, sitting, waiting for Shawn again. You couldn’t do this anymore, you had to do something or this would never stop.

It wasn’t that much longer before you heard the door creak open. Shawn was home. He walked through the door, barely glancing st you before preparing to head to the shower. “Shawn.” Your voice stopped him. He looked at you briefly, “what y/n?” “I want to talk Shawn, actually talk this time.” Shawn sighed heavily, like your very voice exasperated him to no end. “Look y/n, I’m so tired, I just want to shower and go to bed.” Shawn turned and vanished up stairs without giving you time to reply.

You knew you shouldn’t do what you were about to do, you hated direspecting shawns privacy, but you had to know. You went upstairs after the water started running, entering the bedroom quietly, you spotted shawns phone on the nightstand. You hovered your hand over it, before picking it up. The password hadn’t changed, so you scrolled until you found his messages. Chelsea. You clicked on her name. Your hand covered your mouth to prevent you from sobbing at the messages you saw. Please just wait a while longer, I have to end things before we can officially be together baby, not much longer. Seeing those words that Shawn sent to her broke you. You were broken.

Placing the phone down quickly, you turned, opening your closet and pulling out the duffel bag in the back. You grabbed all your stuff, hurriedly packing and tears filled your eyes. Grabbing a pen and paper, you hastily scribbled down some words and turned to head downstairs as you heard the water shut off.

Shawn stepped out of the shower, dressing and humming softly to himself. As he walked out into the bedroom he noticed things looked slightly different than when he left them. Thats odd. He thought to himself, nervously heading downstairs. Silence. That’s all he was met with. No quite sounds of you crying or clinging of dishes you are usually washing. “Y/n?” Shawn called out, glancing around. No response. He made his way into the kitchen, walking closer to the fridge, he plucked a little yellow sticky note off, “I’m sorry Shawn, I’m so so sorry, I’m leaving. Not that you care, but I am, I can’t live like this. You broke me, I love you always, but you broke me. Goodbye Shawn.” He read the words aloud, the full force of what he had done slamming him with enough force to knock him back. No no no. This can’t be real.

Summary: maybe it takes the day of love to realize what you already have.

A/n: hii:) happy Valentine’s Day loves. Here’s a little something

Another Valentine’s Day. You had grown to not really enjoy this day anymore. People came and went, sure you had dated before, but whenever things got serious, bam he was gone.

You wouldn’t exactly say you didn’t have your eyes on anyone. Shawn is your childhood friend, and that’s exactly the problem. He was your friend, your best friend really. He was smart, sweet, gorgeous, talented... just a all around amazing guy, but you didn’t want to take the chance of telling him how you feel, and ruining your best friendship you have ever had. So that is how it is, you have really cared about Shane for four or five years, watching as girls broke his heart, being there for him, but never telling him the truth.

Shawn knew how you felt about Valentine’s Day, and he felt bad about you being by yourself. So he called you and asked you to come over, telling you he was by himself too and that it made no sense for the two of you to be lonely when you could hang out. You thought about Shawns offer for only a moment before you agreed, telling him that you would be over in around twenty minutes. You and Shawn lived close to each other.

Pulling your car into Shawns driveway, you hopped out and knocked gently on his door. Watching as the door swung open, you were met with Shawn in a hoodie and sweats.

He grinned down cheesily at you, “hey y/n.”

You chuckeld, “hi Shawn.” He pulled you into a hug and you relaxed into the smell of his cologne.

Pulling away, you glanced around the house, eyes squinting to focus on the couch, piles of fluffy blankets, and popcorn, and candy, and more candy. A stack of movies laying out on top. “Shawn what is all this? I know you didn’t have time to do this all as soon as you found out I was coming over.”

He rubbed his neck, hands playing at the base of his curly head. “I uh, okay so I kinda planned on you saying yes?” You stared at him, “kind of?” Shawn laughed that innocent laugh of his. You loved that he was so sweet, but it also hurt to be here with him, knowing that if he could find someone, you wouldn’t be here.

Shawn asked you which movie you wanted and when you answered he slid it into the DVD player and started it. Plopping down close to you, Shawn offered you some popcorn.

Around half an hour into the movie, Shawn gingerly slid closer to you, innocently tucking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him ever so slightly.

Yoir eyes were wide, heart racing with emotions, “Shawn? Wha-“

“Y/n, I’m really not sure if this is a good idea, but I’m doing it anyway.” You tried to talk, shock filling you still. “Shawn I don’t-“

“Just listen, please.” You nodded as Shawn sighed again deeply, “I’m not sure how to say this, but I have been avoiding it for years, listen y/n, I care about you, more than caring for a best friend, I love everything about, i think I even love you. No scratch that, I know I love you, for who you are, I love you so much.”

Your eyes swelled with tears, “Shawn I don’t, I just don’t know-“ “I don’t exspect you to say anything back, I just needed to get it off my chest.

More tears slid down your cheeks and Shawn gently wiped them away, “why are you crying love?” You sniffed. “I thought I would never hear you say that.” Shawn stared at you, “your telling me you..”

Laughing, you nodded, “yes Shawn, I feel exactly the same.” The passion in his brown eyes was so intense as he whispered to you, “say it, say you love me.” You laughed a little, “I love you, I have loved you for years.”