Gabi.


A few days later, the girls and I are on the beach once again, this time we're making sandcastles simply because we feel like it.

"Really, Kenna?" I glare at her as she puts a bucket of dry sand on the top, ruining the castle.

"What? It's not like I was trying to ruin the castle." she laughs.

"You're supposed to get sand that's not dry so that it actually sticks together." Lana explains.

"I thought it was." she laughs. "Oh well."

"I can't believe we just built a sandcastle." I shake my head, laughing.

"Why not?" Kenna asks.

"We're 18 years old and we built a sandcastle." I say. "This is worthy of my snapchat story."

I take out my phone and they do the same.

"Can we all just take a minute and talk about how wonderful this looks? Like damnnnnnnnn." I joke.

"Not as wonderful as you." I feel arms wrap around my waist and a kiss being planted on my cheek, making me feel like I'm floating above the clouds. The skin on my back burns at the contact of his skin against mine, as we're both in swimsuits.

"Hi." I smile, turning around to face Shawn.

"Hey." he smiles back. "Do you want to binge watch Harry Potter tonight with me?"

"Won't that take awhile? Isn't there, like, 10 of them?"

"Wow, fake fan alert." he jokes. "Actually there's 8, 7 stories but the last one is split into two parts. And yes, it would take around 20 hours to watch them all, which is why we'd not watch them all tonight."

"Ahh I see. Well, I'd love to, but we haven't eaten dinner yet. Can I come over after?"

"No need, I'll make us a gourmet meal." he chuckles.

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yes, really." he laughs. "Go get changed."

"Wow, way to be polite." I roll my eyes.

"Okay fine, Gabriella. Would you please go get changed? Oh, and make it quick please." he says in a mocking tone.

"Of course I will." I pat him on the shoulder, and head back towards the house, Kenna and Lana sending me winks on the way, me rolling my eyes at them.

I quickly get changed into something comfortable, some grey and pink track shorts and a pink t-shirt, then taking a small purple drawstring backpack and I put in there a few necessities, a hairbrush, makeup, makeup remover, a toothbrush, perfume and deodorant, and pyjamas.

Then I grab a huge bag of smartfood popcorn and a bag of sour patch kids, shove them into the backpack and head back towards the door.

"Have a fun night." Lana smirks as I walk out the door. She must've come in to talk to me before I leave. "Don't be nervous, he won't do anything you don't want to do."

"What? I'm not nervous, and I wasn't even thinking about that! Lana you're disgusting, sleeping together doesn't always have to mean sleeping together."

"I know, but you want it to don't you?" she winks with a laugh.

 
"I actually don't, thank you very much. We barely even know each other. I don't even know what our relationship is." I say, letting my shoulders slump a bit.

"Awe, Gabi come here." she says, holding out her arms for me to hug her, and I gladly go into them. "If you're unsure just ask him. You need to be honest about him with your feelings."

"Okay, thank you Lana. Love you."

"Love you too, and seriously, have fun. I can't wait to hear about it." she smiles. At that, we both walk outside the door and I walk with Shawn to his beach house.

"So, what's on the menu for tonight? What's this gourmet meal?" I ask curiously.

"You'll see." Is all he says.

"One thing you'll learn about me, I love surprises." I nod.

"Noted."

We walk into the rented house, and he takes me straight into the kitchen.

"So I've already made the dough, what toppings do you like on your pizza?" he asks. "Oops, I guess I just spoiled the surprise, didn't I?"

"Wow, gourmet pizza, huh?" I joke.

"Trust me, it'll be the best pizza you've ever had." he winks. "Now, for the second time, what would you like to put on it?"

"Hmm, cheese, pepperoni, bacon, tomatoes, green pepper,"

"Wait wait wait a second, did you just say tomatoes?"

"Yeah, why?" I shrug.

"You like tomatoes?" he asks and I nod. "That's disgusting."

"What's wrong with tomatoes? Why don't you like them?"

"Well, here we go. I'll tell you why. They're bitter, they have a texture like you're eating slimy fish or something, they suck, they ruin your sandwich, and they're bad for you, don't eat them."

I start laughing, rolling my eyes. "You're crazy."

"I'm not! They're disgusting!" He laughs.

"Anyways, how about we make our pizza?" I giggle.

"Good idea."

We start by putting the sauce, he gets it out of the fridge and opens the lid.

"Wait a sec. Don't you despise tomatoes?" I ask, and he nods. "Well then why are we putting tomato sauce on our pizza, silly?" I laugh.

"I like tomato sauce, it's just the tomato itself that is terrible." he explains as he takes a spoon out of the drawer and puts it in the container of sauce.

"Again, you're crazy." I laugh.

He just smiles as we both wash our hands, and while he dries his, mine are still wet, so I flick them in front of him, causing water to spray onto his face.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice." he pouts, then picks me up from behind and spins me around. I just laugh.

We both use a spoon, spreading some sauce on the dough until I feel something cold on my nose and see his hand in front of my face. I see the red on my nose out of the corner of my eye and I know what he did.

"You jerk!" I joke, shoving his shoulder slightly. We both laugh. I reach my tongue up in an attempt to lick it off, but my tongue isn't long enough.

"Need some help there?" he asks.

"No, thank you." I say, then I use a napkin that I find on the counter to wipe it off.

We put a bunch of toppings on, including cheese (obviously), pepperoni, green and red pepper, and bacon.

Then he carefully puts the pizza on a tray and into the oven.

"Okay, and now, we have to wait. So, let's start watching."

"Good idea. I'm so excited! If they're as good as you claim they are." I wink.

"Me too! I can't wait for you to see them!" he says excitedly.

I follow him into his room, where there is a tv so we can watch the movies.

"Do you have netflix?" I ask, wondering how we'll watch all the movies.

"Yes, but the harry potter movies aren't on netflix, sadly. I bring the dvds practically everywhere with me, so today we're doing it old school." he winks.

"Sounds good. You're that obsessed that you bring them everywhere? Didn't that take a lot of space in your luggage?"

"Well I put them all in a dvd case so it really doesn't take up a lot of space. And, yes I am, they're amazing, as I've said countless times." he laughs.

"Okay, let's get on with it, I want to see these." I say, clapping my hands together.

"Okay geez, stop rushing me." he puts his hands up in defence as he turns on the tv and the dvd player. "You can sit down if you'd like. Make yourself at home." he smiles.

"Okay." I laugh, and I sit on his bed while he finishes putting the dvd in the player and the movie starts playing.

We watch for awhile, I've gotta admit, this movie is pretty damn captivating.

About 15 minutes in, the oven makes a loud beeping sound, which indicates that our pizza is finished. He presses the pause button on the movie, then he stands up and I follow him back to the kitchen.

He takes the pizza out carefully, then he cuts it and we each take a few pieces.

"Ian! Brian! There's pizza here if you want it!" he yells, and they both come pretty quickly.

I see Brian send an exaggerated wink towards Shawn, and Shawn rolls his eyes. He's so cute.

"Are we eating this out here or?" I ask.

"No, we'll eat it in my room. It's just a rental house, we can do what we want." he laughs, making me giggle too.

We go back and eat our pizza on his bed, while continuing watching the movies.

"This is so good, thank you." I smile.

"Oh I know, they're my favourite movies."

"I was actually talking about the pizza, but the movies are good too." I laugh.

"I know, I was just trying to be funny." He laughs.

When we finish our pizza, he takes the plates and puts them on the nightstand.

"So, what do you think?"

"I think that these movies are honestly amazing." I reply. "Who comes up with a plot line like this? Every second has me craving more."

"Sounds a lot like when I'm with you." He coos, and I blush.

"You're the sweetest person I know, did you know that?" I ask, and he puts his arm around my neck and I get myself comfortable, nuzzling into his chest.

"Me? Nah." he laughs.

"It's a Canadian thing, isn't it? You can't find many guys here in America that are actually genuine and kind like you."

"I mean, maybe." he shrugs. "Speaking of Canadian and American things, are you one of those typical white girls that loves starbucks?" he laughs.

"Oh hell yes. I love their strawberry acaí refresher with coconut milk and strawberries. I order it, like, every other day." I giggle. "The baristas at the starbucks back home know me by name and always greet me when I come in and know exactly what I'll order, that's how much I go there. They're always like 'Oh hi Gabi how are you today?'"

"Wow." he laughs. "Can't believe that, I guess you're pretty popular, aren't you, Bri?"

"What'd you just call me?"

"Bri --- Is that not okay?"

"No, I like it. It's just that no one's called me that before."

"Well, I thought, everybody calls you Gabi. I need something special. I'm not just anybody." he smirks.

"You're right, you aren't." I roll my eyes back. "You're really something, Mendes."

I then feel a tingling in the pit of my stomach because of what I talked with Lana about earlier. About how I don't know what we are yet? Yeah. It's really bothering me. But I don't want to ruin the moment we have going here, so I just keep it to myself.

About halfway through the 3rd movie, I let out a big yawn.

"You tired?" asks Shawn.

"I guess I am." I nod.

"Okay, you can go get changed if you'd like, the washroom is right over there."

"Okay." I smile, then take my bag into the bathroom.

I get changed into my shorts and a t-shirt that I packed as pyjamas, but I leave my sports bra on because, I mean, do I have to explain?

Then I brush my teeth, take off my makeup, and do my nightly cleansing routine, trying to be quick but thorough.

When I step out, Shawn's already changed, into some flannel pyjama pants and a grey t shirt.

"Shit." I curse.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"I forgot my sweater back at Lana's, that's all." I bite my lip. I then put my stuff down as Shawn draws back the covers. We both get inside. "I usually just get really cold while I sleep."

"You can borrow one of mine if you'd like." Offers Shawn.

"That's okay, I'll be fine don't worry."

"No seriously, it's okay I don't mind."

"You sure?" I ask and he nods, getting up to grab one from his suitcase, and throws it to me. It's black, and it says the word "obey" on the front. I slide it over my head and pull it over my head. It smells so good and it's incredibly warm. "Thank you so much."

"Not a problem." he smiles. "I'll sleep on the floor." he offers.

"No Shawn, that's ridiculous, I will."

"No, you're the guest!" he laughs. "You will sleep on the bed."

"I have a solution. How about we both just sleep on the bed?"

"Well, I won't object to that." Shawn says with a chuckle.

We decide to keep watching the movies until we fall asleep, and finish the rest some other time.

"Goodnight." I say as I am feeling myself start to drift off.

"Goodnight, Bri."

a/n
 
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