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studying

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"The base-superstructure model was developed by?" your boyfriend Shawn questioned you as he agreed to help you study for your sociology test that you had coming up.

"Ermmm. Karl Marx". You briefly thought for a seconds but then responded back in relief as you soon remembered the answer. He was a theorist you had to stupidly remember. You gathered all your hair up to form a messy bun whilst sitting with your legs crossed, looking directly into Shawn's eyes as he sat opposite you laying on his back.

He held your huge stack of coloured revision cards into his large hands whilst continuing to quiz you. This had been going on for almost an hour and he was getting extremely bored now of the constant asking and answering of questions that he didn't even understand himself.

You insisted for him to come over, telling him how much you missed him which you did,  but you also secretly hoped he would help quiz you for your test. You knew if you asked him to help you study he'd flat out say 'no' so you had to tell a little white lie.

"Y/N, baby do I really need to keep testing you? You clearly know everything there is to know! Just look at this huge ass amount of notes you've made. My girlfriend may be hot but she's a nerd at the same time".

Shawn whined, clearly stating how sick he is of testing you, he was pretty convinced you knew your stuff well. You on the other hand, still felt you needed to be tested, feeling worried there still may be something you were missing out.

You playfully slapped his upper arm at his last sentence, giggling softly as you desperately urged for him to keep going because you were 'almost done'. However, Shawn wasn't convinced, considering the amount of revision cards you had made.

"Pleaseee babe, we are almost done with the questions. I just want to feel satisfied that all my notes came in good use and that I definitely know all the topics I learnt and wrote". 
You spoke softly to him, looking downwards at him as he was laying down whilst you were sat up. You pouted your lips at him and gave your best puppy eyes. You knew it was a sight Shawn could never say 'no' to.

He laughed at your expression, crinkles forming on the edges of his brown orbs before giving you a quick peck on your soft lips.
He began to exaggerate his groans at you, running a hand through his hair before quickly shooting up so he was now sat up straight, reciprocating your position.

"Fineeee, but only under one conditon". Shawn stated with a serious tone, although his voice came off a little teasingly as his mouth now formed a little smirk. Your heart began to race at a faster pace than usual as you were curious to know what your boyfriend was up to.

"Yes, what is it?" you questioned him with a brow raised. He gave his signature smirk, before quickly licking at his lips.

"You have to kiss me every time you get an answer wrong or if you can't answer the question".

"Pfttt. You're on Mendes. Too bad you won't be getting any kisses, I know my sociology shit too well". You spoke back at him with confidence, flicking your non-existent hair off your right shoulder with your hand (because your hair is currently in a bun).

"Okay, okay. Don't get too cocky". Shawn spoke with a faint grin as he now pushed back against your wooden headboard, creating more of a distance away from you, so you can't see the revision notes.

Shawn went through a few questions, reading them out to you, whilst you listened to him in full concentration. He swiped the card to the back of the pile after every correct answer you gave.

Shawn groaned in annoyance, feeling defeated that he couldn't get his way of this boring activity to be fun for him. You clapped your hands together proudly for remembering all the answers to the questions you've been asked so far. I mean you did study really hard for them, so of course you were getting them all right.

You began to play with your fingernails as you patiently waited for Shawn to read out the next question. When all of a sudden, his face lit up as if an idea had crossed his mind. He lifted his face to meet yours, before eyeing the pile of cards in his hand, all in one swift motion.

"Okay, the next question." Shawn spoke, hinting a little excitement which seemed a little odd to you, considering how annoyed he's been acting for the past hour.

"What is the difference between soft statistics and hard statistics?" he asked you with a straight face, waiting for your answer.

The question came as a shock to you because you for once, didn't have an answer that came straight to your mind. You began to fiddle with your fingers once again as your mouth started to stutter.

"Ermmmm..." You stretched out the word as you tried to think hard. Shit. What was the difference again?? You mentally asked yourself in frustration. A minute had gone, and you still couldn't think of an answer. You wanted to give an answer that you confidently knew was correct and not just blurt out any random answer.

"Time's ticking". Shawn stated with a cheeky grin spread across his beautiful face. Your face began to feel hot. You now felt flustered and slightly embarrassed that you couldn't answer the question. (a/n- it's literally one question you can't answer. stfu lol)

"I don't know!" you finally yelled out, feeling annoyed that you clearly didn't revise everything.

"Well... you know the rules". Shawn spoke feeling satisfied that he finally was getting his way. He began inching his face closer to yours with a smirk.

"Okay... you win" you responded, as you began to hold his face upwards, getting ready to press your lips against his. He closed his eyes at your actions, feeling your breath tickling his lips. Before you could finally close the tiny gap between both of your mouths, you inched closer behind him and grabbed at the revision card with the note you couldn't answer.

"Ha! I've got the answer!" you began to read out the notes from the card but was soon cut off as Shawn snatched it off from you.

"Oh my god. You are an idiot" you scoffed at him as you now realised why you couldn't answer the question. There wasn't an answer written underneath and the question had a neat, straight line drawn through it with red ink.

Instead written on the card was 'content hasn't been taught, so don't need to read over'.
You obviously didn't realise that when he asked the question, feeling silly now from it. (tbf you did have over 50 cards, so you obviously can't remember everything).

"You knew that wasn't a question I could answer!!" you almost yelled at him with annoyance. (you didn't chuck out the card because on the other side was information you needed to study for). 

"Not my fault you didn't realise" Shawn stated in a joking manner.

"Fine, you're right" you spoke back with acceptance. You began once again inching closer to his face to kiss him. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly pouted.

You stroked his face delicately before immediately licking a big, fat, wet stripe onto his cheek. Placing a hand over your mouth, you tried to ease down the extremely loud laughter you began to let out whilst tightly gripping at your stomach with your free hand. His reaction when he felt the wetness against his cheek was priceless.

Shawn opened his eyes with a disgusted look, quickly swiping off your saliva from his face.
"Fuck sake, just give me my damn kiss!" he screamed out to you, annoyance thick in his tone of voice.

You were already running away from his presence, continuing to playfully tease him. You stood outside the doorframe of your bedroom with a cheeky grin held to your face, before speaking to him. Sorry, but I don't give kisses to cheaters!"

A/N- I would kiss Shawn anyways who could resist??