(A/n can we just pretend shawn isnt famous in this one? Okay? Good.)
Shawn's POV:
I look around the room to see guys around my age either wasted from alchohol or high on something they probably smoked in the back of the house. College parties were never my scene, I'm actually supposed to be in my room studying but since Ian decided to throw one of these I can't focus with all the noise.
I don't even recognize half the people here. When did Ian even get the chance to talk to all these people? He's about the most awkward guy I know.
I get it, 21 means go crazy with the booze but they're going to have killer head aches the next day.
"hEY SHAWN!!" I hear Ian call from his room and I just roll my eyes making my way down the short hall to his small room. There are 5 guys sitting on his bed, each holding a beer.
"Yes ian?" I say trying not to laugh, he looks like he just got back from the streets. His room smells like it too.
"We should all play truth or dare!" I shut the door allowing him to lower his voice, not having to scream over the booming music.
"Ian you do realize how bad you are slurring? I almost didn't understand what you said." I run my hand through my hair feeling awkward with the other guys just staring at me like I'm some new toy at Toys R US.
"C'mere," ian says with a hiccup and a smirk, wiggling his finger for me to come towards him.
I lean down so my ear is near his mouth and he loudly screams, "SINCE WHEN WASSSS THE LASSSTT TIME YOU HAD FUNNN."
I cringe at the volume and the pungent smell of alchohol and just rub my ear so it pops.
"Ian I hate parties, everyone ends up drunk and half stupid." I furrow my eyebrows wishing everyone could just leave. I don't understand the fun in this, and thank god there weren't any girls because if I'm being honest I would be scared for their safety.
"Have a couple shots, loosen up, and then let's play come on what's the harm." Ian takes a huge swig of his beer and I just sigh in disapproval.
"I'm going to head out," i grab one of Ian's sweatshirts laying on the floor and put it on. Wait isn't this mine? Damn it who even knows anymore.
"Toooo whheerree?" His slurring makes him sound rediculous.
"I don't know. A cafe? Someplace quiet?" I check my phone in annoyance seeing it's almost 11.
"You might run into that girl, you know? The one that you've been too much of a coward to talk too?" He laughs and looks at his friends and they just dumbly laugh along.
"There's a reason," i say through gritted teeth. "I'm leaving don't drink yourself to death I'll be back."
"gET IT PRETTY BOY!!"
I leave loudly slamming the door behind me. If the cops shut this down I do not want to be here for that.
As i walk my way down the student complex hall I hear loud cheering coming from different dorms and loud moaning from others.
Why can't I just have an apartment.
The man who works the desk downstairs half pays attention to anything that's going on here, and I know this because if he did actually get his head out of the clouds the cops would've been here faster than you could've blinked.
I make my way to the elevator and press the button to go to what I guess you could call the lobby. It's just a desk in a very narrow room that leads to a wooden door and crumbling cement steps.
I get slammed with the heavy rain and run to my jeep and quickly get in to drive to the small cafe. When I park my car I look into the window of the little place and see the girl ian was talking about. God she's so beautiful.
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Y/n POV: (girl get em)
I'm sitting in the completely empty cafe, that seems to be crumbling at the seams and losing its character. This place used to be happy and full of bustling people but I'm not sure what happened to cause this place to go so down hill. They still make the best coffee I've ever had. Even the barrista went to the back room to watch vine, I know this because he doesn't bother to lower his volume.
Someone rushes in, completely soaked by the rain, cheeks flushed, and hair damp. He's absolutely adorable.
Feeling confident, I look at the beautiful, yet somewhat familiar face and say sarcastically, "i hope you weren't excepting coffee, the man behind the counter left hours ago." I laugh and he flashes a toothy smile.
"No," he says shyly, looking down, "i just needed someplace quiet."
"Party?"I look at him with pity. He is most definetly not the party type.
"How'd you guess?" He giggles and walks over to where I'm sitting, I nod for him to sit down.
"You reek of smoke, and it's not tabacco, and you do not look like the type to be doing that."
He blushes out of embarrassment and makes wary eye contact with me, "my roommate had my sweatshirt and they must've smoked something in there.." His words are so quiet and careful. It makes my heart melt.
"Well I needed to leave my apartment, and I would rant to you as to why but you might get so bored you might run back to the party." I laugh and he plays with the strings on his hoodie. "No y/n," my jaw drops a little at the face that he knows my name, "i would love to hear why."
"Wait," i say confused, "how do I know you?"
He looks down at the table again, "english, I sit in the back and don't say much. But I love what you have to say about Shakespeare. You're absolutely right about everything you commented on about Romeo and Juliet." He looks up and smiles shyly, almost embarassed to talk, but continues as he gets excited and passionate about the topic, "it's a play on love, and I see what you mean now! At first I didn't get it up but I like how you don't see it as some love story but something to completely make fun of it." He laughs and looks at me eagerly. You'd think he was a fan.
"I do remember you you're shawn!" I beam a smile as i say, "i feel so flattered that you actually pay attention to what I have to say. Thank you."
I blush taking a sip of the water I brought.
"But y/n," he says puzzled, "why were you here all alone on a saturday? I feel like you should have plans."
Scared that he might've insulted me, he looks down again.
I sigh saying, "that brings me back to why I had to leave my apartment," i shift uncomfortably in my seat, "i come home to moaning and all that shit and I didn't even bother to see who it was, I just left and it's been 5 hours." I stare at the table emotionless. "But you know what shawn? I feel like I should care more than I actually do which brings me to the thought that I never really loved him."
I look up to see him actually listening to me and taking in every word I have to say, so I continue.
"Everyone cooed over how me and him were in love but looking back, I don't really see it. And I guess he didn't either." I whisper the last part and me just gives me a sympathetic, yet proud look.
"I'm happy," he says with a weak and weary smile, "i wouldn't want to see you hurt over some jackass. I'm glad you're looking at it that way."
His words make me want to get up and hug him but instead I rest my elbow on the table and put my chin on my palm and lean forward and say, "so uh tell me your thoughts on Shakespeare..."
________________________________________~Guys I feel like I wrote a book wowowoow
~Leah
