PERFECT
SIXTY FIVE- PSYCHIATRIC HOTLINE
"NEVER GONNA LET YOU GO, HUN."
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GUITAR STRINGS RANG OUT around Lauren's apartment loudly one morning. It was enough to wake the sleeping teenager, who was laying in her bedroom upstairs. A grumble escaped her lips at the loving, but obnoxious sound.
The blonde crawled out of bed with her phone, walking out of her room to the stairs tiredly. Looking down upon her lounge room, she found Shawn sitting with her guitar, Starbucks coffee and a bag of McDonald's. Her face lit up, but frowned upon seeing Shawn smirk up at her.
"Morning sleepy head," Shawn greeted.
"Hi," Lauren grumbled, walking down the stairs tiredly.
Shawn chuckled, watching her walk over to him. She grabbed her Starbucks coffee, and sat down on the couch across from where Shawn was sitting. Lauren sent him a glare as she sipped on her caramel mocha, her phone resting in her lap. Shawn placed her guitar down, walking over and sitting beside her.
"Come here grumpy bum," Shawn said.
The brunette pulled the blonde into his arms gently, letting her rest her head on his chest. Lauren smiled slightly, looking up at him. Shawn smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"How was your sleep?" Shawn asked.
"Great, until some asshole decided to play the guitar really loudly to wake me up," Lauren grumbled.
Shawn let out a laugh at the glare that was sent his way. "Aw, you love me. I know you do."
Lauren shook her head. "No I don't," She replied, placing her Starbucks cup onto the coffee table.
"Yes you do. Just admit that you love me," Shawn said.
Lauren grinned at him. "Never!"
"That's it."
Shana grabbed the blonde, and started tickling her. Lauren squirmed around on the couch, laughing like a maniac. She could escape his grasp, nor would he let her go as much as she shouted at him to do so.
"Shawn! L-Let me g-go!" Lauren shouted in between laughs.
"Never gonna let you go, hun."
Lauren sent a glare his way after the brunette sent her a cheeky smirk. Shawn watched as her eyebrows narrowed, and she was now giving him a dirty look. Shawn suddenly pulled away, feeling uncomfortable because of the look she sent him.
"That's right, you back down, Mendes," Lauren joked.
Shawn just let out a laugh. "Whatever Adams. Now, are you going to answer your phone or what?"
Lauren glanced down, noticing her iPhone in his grasp. It was vibrating in his hand, as it was set on silent all the time. She took it from his hands and answered it.
"New York's psychiatric hotline, Lauren speaking. If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly. If you are co-dependent, ask someone to press 2 for you. If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5, and 6. If you are paranoid, we know what you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call. If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship. If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press. If you are a depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press, no one will answer. If you are dyslexic, press 6969696969696969. If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the pound key until a representative comes on the line.
"If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, telephone number, date of birth, social security number, and your mother's maiden name. If you have post-traumatic stress disorder, s-l-o-w-l-y & c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y press 0 0 0. If you have bi-polar disorder, please leave a message after the beep or before the beep or during the beep. Please wait for the beep. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have low self-esteem, please hang up. All operators are too busy to talk to you. If you are menopausal, hang up, turn on the fan, lie down & cry. You won't be crazy forever. If you are a blonde, don't press any buttons - you'll just mess it up," Lauren answered the phone.
Daniel let out a snort. "Maybe you shouldn't press any buttons."
"Hey! That's offensive! Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean I'm dumb!" Lauren defended.
Shawn let out a loud laugh, almost dropping the blonde's guitar from his lap. Lauren watched him as he laughed uncontrollably on the couch.
"I beg to differ, miss-I'm-older-than-you-because-I'm-also-born-in-August," Shawn said in between laughs.
Lauren heard Daniel laugh on the other side of the phone. The blonde sat there in confusion, trying to figure out what they meant. The blonde was on the 31st of August, while Shawn was born on the 8th. She then realised that Shawn was a year older than her. Her cheeks flushed red.
"Okay, maybe I am a little stupid because I made one mistake. But that doesn't mean I'm dumb all the time!" Lauren protested.
The boys just kept laughing. It was at the point where Shawn's eyes widened in surprise, grabbing at his crotch. Lauren's eyebrows furrowed at the teen as he jumped up from the couch, running up the stairs to the bathroom after removing the guitar from his lap.
Lauren let out a laugh. "Shawn just ran upstairs to the bathroom because he was laughing so hard."
Daniel let out a chuckle. "That's funny. Now, I know it's only July, but I wanna know what you and giraffe ass want for your birthday's."
Lauren let out a laugh. "Giraffe ass. That's never going to be let down. Anyway, I dunno yet. I haven't really thought about my birthday presents actually. I have no idea what Shawn'll want, seeing as he can buy whatever the hell he wants. The stupid cute rich ass motherf**ker."
Daniel let out a laugh. "Well, when you get an idea of what you want. Let me know ASAP. I go back to work when the tours starts back up again, up until the 1st or something."
"Do you get more time off now?" Lauren quizzed.
She reached over to the bag of McDonald's, grabbing out the hash brown she then took a bite of. Her father never got much time off. The most amount would be about two weeks, but that was spread over a few days at a time every few months.
Shawn came back down the stairs, taking a seat next to Lauren on the couch. Lauren curled up against the brunette, and put her phone on loud speaker for Shawn to listen.
"I asked for time off, because my daughter and future son in law's birthday is in August. And I wanna spend time with them."
"Dad, you don't have to stop work to celebrate our birthdays."
"Future son in law? Does that mean I have your blessing of maybe marrying your daughter? If we ever got together?" Shawn mumbled the end.
Daniel let out a laugh. "You have a better chance than that ex of Lauren's."
Shawn let out a laugh. "How could I not? I mean, look at me."
"I can't," Daniel replied.
"I'm sure there's a magazine or CD cover of me somewhere in that house," Shawn replied with a laugh.
Daniel let out a laugh. "Righto giraffe ass. Anyway, I'll leave you two alone. Just let me know what you want, and I'll make sure to order it or something."
"Okay, love you dad."
"Love you too sweetheart."
"Bye dad. Love you," Shawn joked.
"Love you too son, bye," Daniel joked, hanging up the phone.
Both Lauren and Shawn let out small laughs. Lauren threw her phone down on the couch on the other side of Shawn, resting her head upon his chest. Shawn glanced down at the blonde, letting his fingers run through her hair.
"You're going to make me fall asleep if you keep doing that," Lauren mumbled.
Shawn chuckled. "Get some sleep. We have an interview to go to at 2."
Lauren let out a whine. "You mean you have an interview to go to."
Shawn laughed. "I do, and I want you to come with me afterwards."
"Why?"
"I wanna show you something."
[EDITED AS OF: 19.1.18]