Insane?

Chapter 1:

*SOPHIA'S POV:

"Shawn? Where the hell are you?" I asked, carefully walking through the dark hallway.

There's always a time where your mind plays tricks on you. Noises are heard and sights are seen but nothing is there. Hands are sweating, heart's racing, goosebumps lacing the skin. Guess who's currently experiencing it? Me.

Quickly looking back as I thought I heard a small shuffle, nothing appeared to be there. I called out for Shawn once more, hoping for an answer. "C'mon, please?"

"Looking for someone?" a deep voice whispered in my ear, grabbing my hips from behind.

I screamed, the person spinning me around and flicking the light switch on, that just happened to be right next to us. Well. . .shit.

"Did I scare you?" Shawn asked, chuckling.

"What do you think? You know how paranoid I am after a horror movie, especially when you shut everything off and run around!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms.

"I don't make it difficult. This is your house, you should know where the light switches are to turn them back on. And come on, you know you love it," he said, looking down at me and pulling me closer to him. "I'm preparing you, Sophie. What if an actual killer comes into your house? What if he did exactly what I just did? You'd be dead right now."

"So next time you want me to drop kick you or something? To protect myself?" I asked, laughing.

"You can't drop-kick anyone, bookworm."

"Maybe I can!"

"Even if you could, don't do that to me."

"Why not? Practice makes perfect."

"Well, we could practice something else," he smirked, backing me against the wall.

"Yeah, we could practice your manners."

"God I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I love you more."

"Now, we could argue about who loves who more, or you could kiss me," I said, smiling up at him.

He laughed, pressing his soft lips down against mine. Damn was he a good kisser; they were always so sweet and gentle. He took one of his hands off of my waist and flicked the light switch back off, making the hallway dark again. "I like it spooky."

"Please don't ever say that word again."

"Spooky,"

"You sound like a dork."

"We all know you're the dork in this relationship."

"Excuse m-" he cut me off by putting his lips against mine again. We just stood there in the dark hallway kissing for a while. We stopped when we heard my parents come in.

"We're home- whoa, it's pitch black in here." my dad said, reaching for the lamp. "You two watching a scary movie again?"

"If you could even call it that." Shawn groaned, walking out from the hallway we were in.

"Are you staying the night, hun?" my mom asked.

"If it's okay, yes, I'd like to," he answered.

"It's fine with us. I'm heading upstairs, so goodnight."

"Goodnight," we replied.

"Shawn, are you ever gonna go home?" my dad asked, smacking Shawn's back. "I swear you're in my house more than I'm in my house."