It All Started With A Game || Aaron Carpenter and Shawn Mendes au

Twenty - Baby girl

Cheyenne Carpenter

Once Aaron and Casey left, I proceeded to lock the door and turn off the porch light. We don't want any crazies here tonight. It is, after all, Halloween. Plus, if there isn't a porch light on, we won't be bombarded with kids that are trick-or-treating. I want Shawn to rest up, so he'll feel better by Monday.

"Okay, now that they're gone," Shawn sighs dramatically. "You gonna suck my dick or?"

"Nope. I don't want Ebola too," I laugh, throwing a pillow at him.

"Does that mean after I'm cured, you'll give me a blow job?"

"I'm going to go make you some soup," I roll my eyes, making my way to his kitchen.

Shawn's parents are out with their friends since old people have friends I guess. That means, if it weren't for me, Shawn would be all alone tonight. He's not though. Thank me for that.

"What kind of soup do you want," I call as I look at all the soups they have. Shawn's parents must be hiding that fact that they are soup royalty. I didn't even know this many flavors existed!

"Oh, I don't know," Shawn says, wrapping his arms around my waist and setting his head on my shoulder.

Okay, so here's a little something about me. I'm extremely jumpy. I don't know why, but I am. I thought Shawn was going to stay on the couch like his mom instructed he should do, but instead he scared me by sneakily coming into the kitchen. Therefore, I have every single right in the book to scream the way that I just did. Nobody has any right in the book to judge me. I'm not sure which book though. It's just the book.

"Awh, did I scare my baby girl," Shawn chuckles, kissing my cheek.

Baby girl.

My baby girl.

Fuck.

Feels.

Feels man.

Feels.

"Just a little, yeah," I say smoothly.

Oh yeah, the smooth master is in the house, yo.

I can already hear Casey saying "no, just no" with that disgusted Miranda Sings face.

"I want that one," Shawn says, pointing at my right hand. Veggie soup it is.

"Alright. Now, go lay down. I need you healthy, so I won't be stuck with my brother and Casey being all cutesie Monday while I'm alone. Then again, before this month, I was used to it. Casey was single then though which means it's not the same thing," I ramble without thinking as I get out a pot.

"Can't I help," Shawn pouts.

"Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, get your ass onto that couch immediatly," I say, using a motherly tone.

I feel like a mother anyway. Cooking and being mean. Damn. Life is hard for moms.

"But I don't want to," he says as if he were still a little kid.

"Did I ask," I point to the living room which Shawn sulks to.

Now, for the soup.

I open the soup can and pour the condiments into the pot. I stir it a little bit before I put a top on the pot, and I check on Shawn.

"You could've at least put on some Bubble Guppies for me," Shawn pouts when I walk into the room.

"Yeah, but that means I wouldn't get to see you suffer," I laugh, climbing on top of him in a straddling position.

"You are one mean mother. I like daddy more," he crosses arms.

"Oh yeah," I challenge. "Who's your daddy?"

"Aaron," Shawn says before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down so Im laying half on him and half on the couch. I move around until we're both comfortable before I grab the remote from beside Shawn and turn on Netflix.

"What do you wanna watch, baby girl ," he asks me.

Baby girl.

Again.

Wow.

Love it.

10/10.

"We can watch American Horror Story," I offer.

"Hell no."

"Why not? AHS is awesome!"

"You'll be crushing over Evan Peters instead of your boyfriend, and I'm not losing you to a celebrity. Hell no."

Awh, he cares!

"Shawn, just because there's a hot guy on TV, doesn't mean you're going to lose me. You're not, okay. I promise," I say, leaning up and kissing him. "I'm all yours."

"Good. Now we are allowed to watch American Horror Story," he smiles.

Wait... Soup.

"Shit. We'll start in a minute. I have soup to stir," I say as I get out of my comfortable position and run to the kitchen. I stir before going back to my favorite guy in the whole world.

After Luke Hemmings of course.

--

About 2 episodes of AHS and a bowl of soup later, Shawn and I were going through some old vines of his friends and him. We had been laughing for a while when I remember that Aaron told me Shawn sings sometimes.

"Hey Shawn," I pipe up.

"Yeah?" He turns his head to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"Aaron has told me that you sing a little," I hint.

"Yeah, every now and then. Why?"

If he turns me down, I'm shipping him off to Tartarus.

What's up Percy Jackson reference?

What's up iiSuperwomanii reference?

What - wait I already did that.

"I was just wondering if you... I don't know... Will you sing to me?"

"No. I suck," he says blankly.

"And I swallow," I say, not able to pass up the chance.

"Smooth," Shawn laughs.

"Seriously! Sing to me," I pout.

"I will, I promise. I'm sick right now though, so I don't want my baby girl to hear me when I don't sound as good as I can," he explains.

Baby girl. Oh my god. Baby girl.

I'm not sure if I believe him or not, but I let it go.

"You will sing to me though," I ask, making sure.

"Yeah. I promise baby girl."

Baby girl.

Feels.

Grrr, this boy.

--

Updating early because my best friend had a bad day yesterday and needs some cheering up .

I lost my voice . Yayyyy .

Not really .

I feel like Tartarus .

Grrr .

Okay, ima go write some sturf .

Next update : probs Friday.

Byesies :)

(Unedited like most chapters)

(Actually all , but okay)