CHAPTER TEN

Wrinkling my nose, I tried to sit up but failed. Since when did I have a seatbelt in my bed? Oh wait, I smiled slightly, it was Shawn. Looking over at my clock, I saw it was six forty-five and decided to let him sleep as much as he could. He'd looked tired last night. Carefully unwrapping his arm, I slipped out of bed, tiptoeing into the bathroom and into the shower. When I reemerged, I found a very sleepy Shawn, sitting up as he rubbed his eyes.

"Hey," he smiled, holding out his hand slightly. Glancing down at my towel covered body, I bit my lip as our eyes connected once more and he huffed slightly. "Get dressed."

"Yes, sir," I murmured, smirking slightly as he mock scowled at me. Quickly slipping on a pair of boxers and jeans, I turned once more, ruffling my hair by habit but froze when Shawn laughed. "What?"

"Sexy, Tony, very sexy," he teased, standing as he spoke. "You have anything that might fit me? Considering our, unplanned sleepover."

"I can check," I offered and he shrugged slightly. "You can shower if you want."

"Yeah," was all he said before disappearing behind the door.

"Hey, Ma?" I called down the hall to see her pop out in a silky pink robe. "Shawn avete dormito sopra dall'incidente, avete qualche cosa che potrebbe portare?" Shawn slept over by accident, do you have anything he could wear? She nodded; she appeared half asleep as she did so but came back moments later with a navy blue shirt. "Grazie." Her hand waved behind her as she shut the door once more and I smiled, shaking my head as I padded back to my own room. Glancing at the bathroom door, I lay the shirt on my bed before lying next to it, balled up with my back to the door.

"Tony," Shawn's voice made me jump slightly. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah," I yawned, smiling slightly as I stretched, sitting up. He gave me a look but my smile grew as I stood to peck him on the lips. The quick kiss turned into a heated one; a clearing throat made us jump apart.

"Attento," my mother muttered, closing the door once more. Careful. She couldn't have thought we did anything, could she?

"Relax Tony," Shawn chuckled. "She's probably just a concerned mother."

"Am I that obvious?" I laughed and he nodded, causing me to shove him lightly.

"Hey, watch the towel." The statement made me blush slightly as I pushed him away, handing him the shirt my mother had given me.

"Shawn, can I ask you a question?" I asked, peaking over my shoulder but he was fully clothed, so I turned to face him.

"Course," he grunted, struggling with his belt but I smiled, reaching out to help him. Sighing with defeat, he stepped closer, letting me help.

"What was the matter last night?"

"I was tired," he shrugged, sitting next to me when I'd successfully closed the belt. I gave him a look of doubt but he only returned it. "We all have problems, Tones. You wont tell me yours either."

"But mine don't include bloodshed," I argued.

"C'mon, we'll be late," he tugged at my sleeve but I refused to move. "Quit acting like a three year old, we have to go."

"I just don't understand why you can't tell me."

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't," he muttered, pulling at my clothes again. "C'mon-."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, standing but it didn't have any effect. He was taller.

"Are we really gonna do this now," he sighed but I folded my arms, acting the age he'd accused me of. "You wont get everything you want this way. Get your stuff, I'll tell you in the car."

"Promise."

"Yes, damn it, now hurry up," he snapped, obviously annoyed, but I couldn't help it. I was worried. Picking up my bag, I followed him down the stairs, waving to Ma before we got out to the car. Sitting for a second, I watched him stare out the windshield before he glanced over at me, starting the car. "Did you ever look at what I gave you?"

"Huh?" I asked dumbly, completely thrown off by the change in attitude. "The chain?"

"Yeah," his eyes were on the road but I saw a glint pass through his eyes. "It belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh," was all I could surmise as my eyes focused forward. "Did you really fall, Shawn?"

"Tony-."

"You don't have to tell me what happened," I reasoned, looking at him once more. "I just, could you not lie to my face?"

"I'm sorry," he murmured; I felt the car speed up slightly but I was too busy watching my boyfriend to do anything. "I didn't fall. Well, I might of, but I can't remember. The truth is, I've been working late."

"So that's why you're tired," I processed and he nodded as we pulled into the school parking lot. "And the cut?"

"I got it a while back," he shrugged. "Nothing too serious, I just kinda bumped up against something."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he smiled, now looking at me as he leaned over. "Really." He brushed his lips against mine before climbing out of the car, waiting for me at the hood. I knew he wasn't telling me something. He knew I knew, but I couldn't ask what it was. I hoped we'd both come clean when we told each other what we needed to.

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A/N: Hi guys, I'm extremely tired and quite frustrated because my sleeping pattern is amuck but I felt the need to post (despite the shortness) and say this, despite my crankiness. Recently, while on a trip, I received a message and found it quite juvenile. If you have problem with my posting pattern, message me reasonably and I can try to sort it out but I'm sure I'm not the only one who doesn't post one time or as often on a story as you'd like.

Truth be told, I've had writers' block on this story and I've been no where near a computer for the past I don't even know how long; so I'd appreciate it if I didn't get messages like this. The ones demanding quite rudely things that might not be possible. Now I've talked to the person and we've sorted it out but I still felt the need to say something.

As some of you might have noticed, I've put some of my stories on break and if I get another deadline-like message, I will put the story on break and not update entirely.

Call me unreasonable or what have you, but, as I've said, I find it quite rude to send a message demanding quite childishly for an update. If you request it politely, it goes a lot further and makes me want to try to update more, as opposed to being frustrated, like I was with this one. I'm actually not entirely happy with chapter and hope to make the next one much, much better.

However, I do realize that the vast majority of you are being quite patient with me and I completely appreciate it, so sorry if you read all of this. It wasn't directed towards you.

Hope you like the story even if my slight tirade seems out of place and might not even make sense, but with the lack of sleep, I'm out of sorts. Reviews are love; critiques are welcome, but if you flame me, I'll probably laugh.

Oh and EmeraldGreyClouds!! No!! Shawn isn't cutting himself! I was like ahh when I read your review, but no, he's not :-) hope you liked this chapter