Chapter 8. Focus and Submarines.
I gathered all my energy, and confidence and went inside the house to face Shawn, after five long years.
Shawn Collins. Our family friend. More like, the son of my dad's best friend, Greg Collins. He was 5'1" not very tall, had braces, his eyes were light brown, he was skinny and had super messy hairs, as if he hadn't brushed it for years. Moreover, he was very-very fair, as if he didn't have any blood in his body. Or, you can say he was a vampire or something.
Why do I hate him?
Reason number One- I hated him, because one time on my birthday he covered me up with whip cream in front of all the people invited then, he tickled me to death, and I was on the floor, breathless.
Reason number Two- He was cocky as hell, he presented himself as if he was Obama or something equal to that. He made situations awkward.
Reason number Three- He is one year older than me, but my parents trust him as if he is my 'Guardian Angel'. So, one time we were on the beach back in my hometown and he almost drowned me when a wave crashed on me. He didn't even hold me and I floated all the way, straight to the shore. I complained to my mum and dad, because I drank the salty sea water because of that jerk, but they just laughed and said 'it wasn't his fault honey.'
You're welcome, but, I think he should be hated by everyone. He is annoying as hell.
I scanned the room to find mum. I couldn't find her.
"Mum I am home," I said, and walked through the stairs.
"I want to watch Pokémon, you are not allowed to change the channel, and I'll complain it to Chummy." Jason threatened someone.
I walked towards Jason's room and opened the door.
"What's going on?" I asked.
There he was, Shawn Collins.
But what happened to him? God, he wasn't the same.
His hairs were perfectly messy, his brown eyes piercing right through mine, his braces were gone, he was no more thin like he was earlier, he had big fat awesome muscles. He was back after five years, hotter than ever.
Damn puberty.
And yeah, now he was Seventeen and no more a 12 year old boy.
"He isn't letting me watch Pokémon, I don't like him." Jason complained coming to me, interrupting my thoughts.
I averted my gaze looking at Jay-Jay and said "he's going to stay here for a few days, let him," I paused looking at Shawn and then back a Jay-Jay, "do you mind to watch Pokémon in my laptop? Live Stream?" I suggested.
"I am okay with it," Jay-Jay said satisfied.
"Let's go then," I told to Jay-Jay.
"But, this is my room, he should go and watch movies in your laptop, shouldn't he?" Jay-Jay said with a puppy face.
"Umm, no, I mean, he is fine here, you-" I was going to convince Jay-Jay to watch Pokémon with me rather than having Shawn in my room.
"Well, actually Jay-Jay is right, I should watch the movie 'in your laptop' and not bother him," Shawn piped in, standing up.
I faked a smile.
He is no more short too. So, my neck is going to ache now if, I have to look at his face a talk.
Why would I talk? No I won't.
What's wrong with me? Ugh.
"Don't call me Jay-Jay, only Chummy can call me that," Jay-Jay threatened Shawn.
"Okay young man, I'll leave," Shawn trailed out of the room and waited for me to come out too.
"Thanks Chummy," Jay-Jay said.
"You are welcome," I said.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"So, Chummy? Changed your name to Chummy huh?" Shawn smirked as he said.
"Don't call me Chummy, only Jay-Jay can call me that," I threatened.
"So, am I going to be threatened by you guys? First Jason and now you?" he said, walking towards my room.
"How do you know where my room is?" I asked confused.
"Your mum showed me, you know they still trust me," he smirked again.
"I feel so sorry for them," I said, making a puppy face.
"You still hate me, don't you?" he asked.
"I don't have any other option, do I?" I asked in return.
"Let's forget it? Let's start everything all over again. I am telling this cause this is good for us, since we have to stay together for long enough time," he suggested.
"No, you are not. You are not telling what is good for us. You are telling what is good for you cause, every time YOU created the trouble, not me," I snapped.
He stopped walking.
"What?" I asked turning around to face him.
"Look Mel, I was a kid back then, I was annoying. I am no more a kid," he said.
"You are still annoying," I smirked.
"Can we be normal?" he said with hopeful eyes, and a puppy face.
"Fine," I said rolling my eyes.
"Do you still hate me?" he said, still making that puppy face.
"Do you give me any other option?" I asked.
"No, actually not," he smirked.
"So yeah Shawn, I don't hate you. Anymore." I said.
"Thanks," he said before pulling me into a hug.
He was so strong, he almost crushed my bones. He has definitely turned into a vampire, I guess.
We went inside the room. I took out my comfy clothes from the wardrobe and kept in in the washroom.
Before going in the washroom, I gave him my laptop to watch the movies.
I changed into a Minnie mouse t-shirt and a pair of shorts, with cute little donuts all over them. I came out of the washroom and saw him watching some movie, which made crashing noises. Not sounds, noises.
"What movie is that?" I asked him.
"Focus," he said.
"What focus?" I asked confused.
"That's the name of the movie, idiot," he snapped.
I hate him.
'This must be some action movie,' I thought.
I am that person who watches all movie expect of two types, horror and action. I just don't get it, why these movies are even made? One, to teach people violence and two, to not let people sleep at night, cause they are scared that someone might be staring at them.
Stupid.
Why don't I have any girl in my life?
Devan... then Aaron and now Shawn... wow...
Why can't I watch Mean Girls with someone, and have 'Girls Night-Outs'???
I should really work on having some girls as my friend, now.
"Whom does it feature?" I asked.
"Will Smith," he answered.
"I'll be going downstairs, if you want you can stay here or you can take the laptop downstairs and watch it there," I suggested.
"I'll not watch it anymore," he stated, shutting the laptop off.
"Why? You bored of people fighting? Or, you want to annoy me some more?" I asked.
"Not really, and I have watched this movie 3 times before, and this was the fourth time," he said proudly.
"Why would you watch the same movie so many times?" I asked confused.
"Why do you brush every day?" he concluded with a smirk.
"What? That doesn't make any sense. What's common between them? Absolutely, nothing." I snapped.
"Or, why do you sleep every day? Study every day? Eat every day?" he asked again.
"You seemed to be obsessed with Will Smith. Fighting with you is worthless, and as I told you, you are still annoying," I huffed.
"So I win?" he asked.
"I am not in a mood to fight so for now, you win," I stated.
"But you were better this time, better than you were 5 years ago," he said.
"So, are you complementing me?" I asked.
"Sort of, umm, yes I am." He said, putting his hand in his hair and messing it.
Damn it. He is hot.
"Thanks," I said, walking downstairs.
He was silent. That was weird, because he's never silent. So, I looked back to see him.
He was walking with a pair of hot pink scissors, in his hands. He grabbed that from my study table. What? Why?
Shit.
"What are you doing with those?" I paused, "don't you dare. Don't you dare to cut my hairs, again," I finished.
"No, why would I cut your hairs?" he asked frowning.
"Last time I asked you this, and you said, you were jealous," I concluded.
"I said, what? Jealous? Jealous of long hairs?" he asked.
"Yes, you did," I said, smirking.
He snipped the scissor in front of my bangs, giving a 'devilish smile.'
"MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM," I yelled and ran downstairs almost falling down, but I didn't.
"What is wrong, honey?" mum asked concerned, coming out of the kitchen, and looked behind me, at Shawn.
"He was trying to cut my hairs, again," I complained, breathless.
"No, Aunt Hayes, there's just a wire coming out of my car, I wanted to cut that out," he assured.
"Oh," mum nodded, "see, he is nice," she finished, patting my shoulders.
"That's a jeep," I snapped at Shawn.
"So, a jeep isn't a car, it's a submarine, you say?" Shawn smirked.
"I hate you," I snapped and walked towards the sofa.
"Pancakes with chocolate chips, remember?" Mum said behind me, making me remember my promise to behave well with Shawn.
"Yeah," I assured, and looked at Shawn, who walked out of the house, to cut the stupid wire of whatever.
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