Waking up on a pounding head is bad. That too when you realize you aren't in you room.
That right there is exactly how Shawn felt right now. With a pounding head, he rose in a bed which seemed to all white with brown wooden flooring. White cushions, a white rug and proper white curtains. He removed the quilts to find himself shirtless. He looked around the room to see if it was a hotel. But that didn't like that room. It was way to homely for that. Before he knew the door swung open, and in came Amelia with a tray.
"What am I doing here?" he said.
"Okay, you clearly don't remember a thing" she stated lowly as she came near him and kept the bed tray holding a glass of water and a pill, along with some sandwiches and a cup of coffee. "There you go."
"Thank you" he said taking the pill for head ache.
"So?" She asked.
"So?" He asked.
"Oh there are a few clothes of my dad's. You can borrow them if you like want to shower" she said.
Shawn looked at her, and smelled himself after listening to her. He realized he smelled of alcohol.
"I should shower" he said.
"But, uhm... what am I doing here?"
Amelia smiled at him.
"Well, what do you remember?" she asked him.
He looked at her and thought about what he remembered.
"I went to the club yesterday?" he said making it sound like a question.
"Yes you def did" she said crossing her arms on her chest as she leaned on the window.
"I don't know the rest" he said.
"Hmm...I guessed that," she stated. "Well a friend called me to pick you up from the club because you were too drunk"
"Wait, A friend? Tyler?"
"No Marco actually, he said that you were creating a scene, so it will be better if someone takes care of you"
"Marco?" He asked in confusion. "He used to hate me"
"He didn't hate you, just didn't like you" she stated.
"Then why did he had to call you to get me, why didn't he did it himself," he raised his eyebrow.
"You didn't want to go with him" she said.
"What? No way in hell," he said.
"Well, you said that... leave it, you should shower" she said as she walked out of the door.
"Lia" he said as she turned around in her track to see him, "Can I...uhm?"
"Yes," she said placing the little strand of hair on her face back behind the ear, and turning around to get him some clothes.
Wearing the clothes of man coming from the 1970's, he couldn't help but not like the big sweater and trousers he wore, making him look older than he really was.
"Lia where are my clothes?" he asked as she showed him where the hair drier was.
"Well they were torn, so I've packed them in that bag"
"Did you tear them ?" he asked without realizing what had he just said.
Amelia looked at him, with wide yes, processing his statement.
"No, I mean...because you seemed upset a little yesterday, so in anger," he explained.
"That was a terrible cover up," she said placing the hair brush on the vanity table.
"Yah, I realized" he said.
"These clothes, I look like a grandpa," he complained, as Amelia was going out of the room.
"You don't have much of a choice" she said, "You look fine", she finally said locking her eyes with his.
The sudden change in her tone at him, was not only surprising him, but he was loving the idea of being around her. Sitting on the couch adjacent to her, he couldn't keep his eyes off her face.
Amelia had changed, for sure. She'd become bolder, stronger, smarter and sassier for sure which was good, but somewhere the innocence was still there. The innocence of a girl who knows to help the distressed. Ever since her mom had called him, telling him that he will be moving out of the country, and leaving the publishing house under her daughter's care, he knew this was the one way of getting to know her, once again. Thought he wasn't sure why he hadn't called her, even when he had left the note on the door of his villa for her, and she hadn't even been to the coffee shop before leaving, as a way to talk, while returning the book.
"Lia" he said as he couldn't hold himself back anymore.
"Hm?" she raised her head from her laptop on which she worked while it rested on her side folded legs on the couch.
"You still have the book?"
"What book?" she said sipping her coffee, then she remembered as she kept the cup on the side table, "Oh yes...uhm...it's on the second shelve behind you"
Shawn didn't look in the direction she had pointed with her index finger, instead he tried to catch any emotion off guard on her. And he did, the emotion of regret. Completely visible in her eyes.
"You've read it," he said trying to change the topic taking his eyes for her for an exact one second.
"Shawn, it's been three years," she giggled.
"Why didn't you come before leaving?"
"Come where?"
"Coffee shop"
"I didn't know I had to"
"You had the book," Shawn said.
"You said you wanted me to keep it," she stated.
"Come on, Lia" he said looking at her now, "As if you were the obedient one."
"I didn't wish to see you, I didn't had the courage to do that"
"Why'd you need courage for that?"
"Dude, you were in an open relationship with my friend, and I was fooling around"
"What the hell, who friend?"
"Shawn?" She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"No I don't know what you are talking about"
"Hilton Bella"
Shawn laughed sarcastically thinking she was kidding.
"What?" He straightened himself on the couch, on which he lay laughing a few seconds ago.
"Bella and I, are you serious?"
"Shawn"
"No, don't Shawn me Lia. You can't see what she did, she lied. That what she does." He stated with clear hatred in the voice.
"What about the things I saw, I saw you guys together, on multiple occasions." She stated.
"You didn't give me a chance to explain"
"How could I? You were the bad boy stud image guy."
"So I didn't give you even one reason to believe in me?" He asked now hurt.
"I didn't say that Shawn"
"Okay fine, If you didn't really trust me what am I doing here, why did you come to my rescue. I was just drunk."
"Because Marco...he...uhm told me that you were shouting my name in the club, and you were saying..."
"What was I saying? Lia?"
"Shawn I don't wanna do this. Let's just keep it to, I know it wasn't your fault and I'm sorry I couldn't trust you, or I didn't trust you."
"And why'd you never talk? Call? anything?" He asked.
"You could have called as well"
"You asked me not too, I figured it out that you would do it"
"Okay yah real smart Shawn where would I have had called you"
"You could have asked Tyler"
"I couldn't do that to Bella"
"What part of we were never together did you didn't get?" he asked patiently with a lot of sarcasm in his voice, earning a death glare from her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say you are dumb" he said bluntly.
Amelia threw a cushion right at his face listening to that.
"Don't you dare say that"
"You could have rectified the facts" he said.
"Facts? You kissed Bella, she had her head on your shoulder, what do you want me to do?"
"Ahh, right, and you kissed Nick, you would hang out with him, so what we are even now?"
"I didn't do any of that"
"Neither did I"
The two of them looked at each other now breathing heavily from all the criss crock talk with random shouting in between each other's sentences.
"You know what," Shawn said looking at her intensely now, "I don't care anymore" and with this he removed the distance between the two of them and cupped Lia's checks in his hands, as he bent down to match her sitting height on the couch, to kiss her. As soon as his lips touched her's, she gave in to him, placing her hand at the back of his hair, she made sure he won't be able to step back from where they were. The laptop lay between the two, while the two felt the rush of electric currents through their veins and arteries, increasing their heartbeats to a high level, much higher level. Right then the door bell rang, and the two broke off from the moment, pressing their head together, while the two kept holding the back of each others head with a soft loving touch, they tried to recover from the moment as they looked into each other's eyes. Their pupils had dilated from all the hormonal rush.
Stepping back, Shawn moved towards the door, giving Amelia time to calm herself while the person on the other end of the door rang the bell the third time now. The door opened to reveal Marco, who had a bunch of packets in his hands.
"Hey Am... What are you still doing here?" Marco said.
Shawn looked at him, cursing internally for ruining the moment which could have mixed something between Lia and him.
Marco walked passed him into the kitchen, not noticing Amelia on the couch in the lounge.
Shawn following his lead, entered the kitchen as well. But no sooner than he did that, the packets with the take out food were placed right in his face on the high kitchen counter.
"Why do you look like a grandpa?" Marco asked looking at the oversized sweater Shawn wore.
Shawn looked at him as he was being insulted.
"I didn't know you were an alcoholic"
"I'm not"
"Ask the Liver" Marco said placing his finger on Shawn's lower abdomen.
"The liver's not there, it's in the upper to that" Shawn said looking at his finger on his stomach pointing at the intestines.
"Here?" Marco said moving his finger a up.
"Guy what are you doing?" Amelia said looking at the two souls who looked at her in embarrassment.
"Nothing" the two said in unison moving two steps back from each other.
"What'd you get?" Amelia asked making her way to the take away packs of food on the kitchen table.
"A little Chinese" Marco smiled at her, while taking out plates for them.
"Marco three plates" Amelia said looking at the two plates in his hands.
"Yup I know, working on that," he said looking in Shawn's directions.
"You know lately, I've realized not many people like me," he said to himself, loud enough to them to hear.