How It All Started

Chapter 4- The Explanation

We played many games, all different ones. Marcus said that he was hungry, so we started to make his favourite food, spaghetti. They set the table, and put the food on the plates. I set one out for Shane, but he wasn't coming up.

"You should go get Shane," Marcus says just at that moment. I nod and make my way down the basement. The carpeted floor was warm on my socked feet. I past many pictures of young people playing in a backyard, two people on their wedding day, so I'm guess that's Belle and her husband.

I got to the bottom, and there was a big TV and two big couches. There was a bar, with stools all around the counter. All the doors were open, except one. The light strumming of a guitar was coming from the only closed door. Guessing that's Shane's.

"I need you boo, I got to see you boo, and there's hearts all over the world tonight, say there's hearts all over the world" he sang, it was absolutely perfect. The perfect melody. I had to knock on the door, I couldn't just stand here and listen to him play his guitar with his amazing voice to go along with it. I can't let the food get cold, yeah that's a good reason. I finally got the nerve to knock. He stopped playing immediately. I felt sort of bad.

Before I knew it, the door swung open and he was standing there with no shirt on, with his famous smirk, "What's up Sweet Cheeks?"

"Oh... I... Umm.. dinners... Uh ready," I stutter avoiding his gaze, but not wanting to stair at his toned chest.

"Alright" he chuckles, turning around slipping a shirt on that was off his bed. I quickly ran up the stairs, him right behind me.

We ate dinner, and Marcus was slowly falling asleep while slurping his spaghetti.

"Marcus," Shane said as Marcus' head slowly tilted, with a string of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth. "What! Cake?!" Shane stated randomly.

Marcus' head shook slightly before his eyes swung open. "What! There's cake? Where?" He said excitedly. Chelsea and I let out a loud laugh.

"No, but you need to stay awake while you're eating before you choke," Shane stated in a fatherly matter. Marcus looked disappointed, Chelsea and I just continued to giggle.

"But seriously, can we have cake?" Marcus asks slurping the noodles.

"No" Shane refuses.

"Maybe tomorrow Marcus, maybe we could make one," I suggest. When his eyes grew wide I knew the answer. He nodded his head furiously. Shane just laughed and shook his head taking another bite of his spaghetti.

The kids got ready for bed, and Shane surprisingly stayed up and chased Marcus around so that he would wash the sauce off his face. When they finally got in bed we closed their doors and walked down stairs.

"My mom told me I had to make your bed so I'm going to do that for you. Be back Sweet Cheeks," he stated before dashing down the basement stairs closing the door behind him. I walk to the kitchen and start doing the dishes. I quietly sing to myself, Thousand Years by Christina Perrie, it's stuck in my head.

"I've loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more" I sang stepping up on my tippy toes to put the plates in the cupboard. I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist, my breath hitches, my heart flutters.

"So I hear you've got a beautiful voice?" He almost made it a question. Wait he called my voice beautiful?!

"Mine? Not so much," I disagree still in his hold.

He starts to tickle me, "What did you say?"

"I. Can't. Sing." I state between laughs. He just trickles me harder, I can barely breath. My back is against his chest and I can hear him laughing at my attempts to get away. I decided to push him against the island in the kitchen.

"Ouh! Sweet Cheeks wants revenge," he grabs my arms and twirls me around to face him. His deep blue sparkling eyes are making me melt. I'm so out of breath, I let my head down to rest on his chest. I was breathing hard. Shane starts to play with my hair tie in my bun. I swing my arm up, my hand on top of his, sparks fly.

"It's going to look really bad, don't take it out," I ask gently to out of breath to fight back.

"But I want to see," he says picking my hand up before dropping it at my side. His other hand still on my waist is making my heart beat too fast. I get a hold of the hair tie and gets it out easy. My hair flows out all around me, random kinks and knots everywhere. The random curls hanging loose.

"What are you talking about its going to look bad? It's perfect," he runs his fingers threw my hair, making me blush even more from the comment. I just stand there and let out a sigh. This moment is perfect, the only thing that could make it better would be him actually mine.

"Want to watch TV? Before you fall asleep on me?" He says grabbing my shoulders and pulling me off him. My cheeks flush with major red.

"Yeah sure, sorry I'm so tired I had soccer this morning," I say walking into the living room.

"How was that?" He asks as we both fall on to the couch.

"Good, lots of training and hard work but we have a tournament coming up so we have to work hard," I sinking into the couch more.

"Got to love that hard training," he can be very sarcastic sometimes.

He turned on the TV and was flipping through the channels before we decided to watch Hawaii O-5. I lied down and snuggled into the couch. I set my alarm for tomorrow, set for 6:45. I put my phone back in my back pocket before continuing watching TV. My eyes shut, but it only seemed for a second. I heard the TV shut off, and Shane get up off the couch. He will probably leave me here to sleep again and just get me a blanket again. It surprised me when I felt his arms slide under and pushed me into his chest. I don't dare to open my eyes, I just let a little groan, and I snuggled into his comfy chest more. His grip was tight, and protective. Before I knew it, I was tucked in warm blankets. I groan again knowing that he will be leaving soon. The blankets were warm and soft.

"Sweet Cheeks, why are you so perfect," I hear Shane whisper before placing his lips on my forehead. I couldn't get the smile off my face, and I knew he couldn't either. Then everything seemed perfect.