Chasing Shawn
Rating: R
Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels
Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course )
Genre: Suspense/romance Warnings: Slash AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 25
Shawn's POV
We spent the night in probably the most kosher position we've ever slept in. Bret insisted on it, he said if we didn't he'd be temped to dry hump me. Sometimes I think that man is more horny than a dog in heat. So we ended up sleeping on opposite ends of the bed. Guess I'm lucky Bret didn't have a foot fetish too.
I woke up first for once and got to use the shower before Bret got up. HAH! And now I'm going to take allllllllll the hot water up too! I'll show him for being a shower hog... God he's so mean sometimes. I finished washing up and joined the Hart women downstairs for breakfast. I definately needed some clothing here. A pair of baggy jean shorts, an old Led Zeplin tee shirt and Bret's old high tops aren't my usual attire. Though I do like the Simpson boxer shorts I stole from him. He won't be getting THESE back.
After I was done raiding his closet and dresser, I walked over to my sleeping beau and sat down on the edge. He looked so funny! That mop of black hair was like a puff around his face, making it almost impossible to see his handsome face. I brushed some locks out of his face and smiled down at him, kissing him on the forhead. "I'll see you later, Bretty." I felt the side of his face nuzzle my hand as he smiled.
"Don't call me, Bretty." He mumbled a little.
"Okay. I'll find something else then. Do you want to come shopping with me?" I asked playing with the strands of his hair.
"Mmph. No. I hate shopping."
I pouted a little and stroked his face. "I'll let you watch me try on underwear..."
That got a smile out of him. "Mm... Tempting... But no."
"I'll let you pick im' out..."
"Ughnn... Don't get me horny. All I need is thinking of you in a thong, and up goes Mr. Woody."
"Yeah, I can see it through the bedsheets." I grinned.
"Go. Go have fun. Shop. Stay out alllll day. Take my money- buy lots of useless things... But I want my Simpsons boxers back."
"Damn. You're good." I grumbled and stood up. "I'll be back later."
"Don't I get a good bye kiss?"
I smirked and shook my head. "Nope. You have morning breath."
Bret turned around so his back was facing me. "Brat."
"As always." I walked out of the door, shutting it over quietly. I headed down stairs hoping that they didn't leave with out me. But when I saw the group of Hart women, I felt relieved. I need clothes here, people! "Good morning everyone!" I said happily.
"Morning, Shawn." Helen smiled. "Don't you look adorable today?"
"Mom, he's wearing clothes that are about ten times too big for him! We have to go shopping ASAP!" Diana exclaimed and shook her head. "I can't believe that Bret didn't think to grab your suitcase. Doesn't that boy know anything?!"
"The Hart men don't think about important things like that. But I'm sure you'll get him into shape, Shawn." Georgia grinned and started to the door.
I followed them out to a large SUV parked outside. It was Andrea's, and hell, she needed one with her five kids. The six of us piled in and took off for the city. "So, the men don't go with us?"
Ellie laughed so hard I thought she was going to start crying- infact everyone in that veichle was chortling with laughter. "Do you what today is, Shawn?" She asked between words.
"No..."
"It's hockey night, dear!" Helen exclaimed. "Every man in all of Canada will be glued to the TV, and we go out to not get in their way. Hockey night is SO important to all the men back in that house that we don't even EXIST."
I blinked. So THAT'S why he didn't want to go with me! "I guess so, because I told him he could watch me try on underwear and he still insisted on staying in bed! And here I thought he was coming down with something..."
"Don't take it personal, Shawn. Our brothers and brothers in law need this night to themselves to do some male bonding."
It didn't matter what Allison said- I was mad. NO ONE IGNORES ME FOR A FUCKING HOCKEY NIGHT!! He is going down in the WORST WAY IMAGINABLE!! I crossed my arms and thought for a long time. I had to get back at him. There has to be a way to ruin his stupid hockey night...
We arrived at the mall awhile later. I was still deep in thought, the wheels in my head a' turnin' like crazy. And then it hit me! Ohh this is a GREAT idea! Make him hot and bothered in front the guys... PERFECT!
"Problem, Shawn?" Diana asked looking over at me.
"No- just thinking." I smirked. "Are there any leather shops around here?"
"One- why?"
"I need a few things is all..." I said mysteriously as I followed the pack of women upstairs to leather shop. "I love leather- and Bret gave me money to buy a few nice things for myself..." I pulled out a pair of leather pants - skin tight. A leather jacket- also tight- and thigh high lace up boots. I walked into the dressing room and changed. "Damn... I look hot..." I murmured admiring myself in the mirror. I shook out my hair in a true model fashion and stepped out to show the ladies. "What do you think, girls?"
It was a collective gasp. It's nice to know I have that effect on both sexes equally.
"Whoa, Shawn..." Diana mumbled.
"Yeah, I know... God... Bret's a lucky bastard." Allison mumbled back.
"So this is a keeper?" I asked and turned around slowly in a circle. The leather clung to every curve of my body, accentuating everything I had to offer.
Helen nodded fiercely. "Oh yes, keep it Shawn dear! Bret will love that!"
And that would be the point... "Well, I'm going to buy it then!" I said chipperly. I can't stand wearing Bret's clothes anymore. I care about him deeply, but you don't blame me. Hockey. Over me. I walked over to the cashier and shelled out $500 dollars (american) for the whole thing and joined the girls outside. We went through the mall, me being a whole new wardrobe. Jeez, what do you want from me people, I NEED clothes, underwear, pajamas, shoes... I put my bags down, walking over to a railing. The girls all had to go use the bathroom so I decided to just hang around, leaning over the railing to gaze down at the people on the lower level.
And that's when I felt it. A hard slap and pinch to my ass. I turned around to face a huge man, one that would have put Yokozuna to shame.
"Hey there pretty thing..." He grinned reach out to grab the ends of my hair in his dirty fingers.
I smacked his hand away. "Get away, pal! I'm off the market!" I said angrily.
He frowned and grabbed me by my wrist. I struggled against him, bringing his arm back in a chicken wing. He yelped and that was my chance at getting away. I shoved him so he'd let go, sending him down to the ground. "SECURITY! SECURITY!!" I shouted and began to back up quickly. BAM! And that's when it happened. I had run into a pole. No, a man. Still no, the Undertaker. "Muh- Muh..." I stammered looking up at him- needless to say, I was TERRIFIED, people!
Paul Bearer's hands grabbed my wrists, and held them back. I was too shocked to struggle against him. I watched helplessly as Undertaker tied up the man with a rope I was guessing for my capture, and hung him off the railing.
He walked over to me, staring down into my eyes. I trembled beneath that cold gaze, feeling all the strength drain out of my body. He tilted my chin up,and pressed his lips down on mine. I wanted to scream for help, but I was clay in his hands. I felt like I was kissing a frozen body, a dead person. Oh god... Please just let me go! He pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. He touched my hair, my face, my lips. Then his gaze turned dark and cold again, and my world went blank.
"Shaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwn.... Shhhawwwwwwwwwwwn..."
I moaned softly upon hearing a woman's voice. My eyes opened slowly, and I blinked. Helen. "Mrs. Hart...?"
"Oh my dear, you're alright! What happened?!"
My mind felt hazy- I wasn't really sure... "I.. I don't know... I just fainted... I think maybe I'm hungry or something... My eating habits have been a little srange lately with always being on the run..."
"Alright then that settles it! It's lunch time!" Diana said and grabbed some of my bags, Andrea and Allison the rest.
"Sounds good to us!" Ellie smiled and started helping me down the mall and to the truck.
What the hell happened? ...Why can't I remember anything...? My head hurts so badly- maybe it really is because I'm hungry... I did go a few days with out eating anything major, so that has to be it I guess. But why can't I shake this feeling that's something wrong here?
We saw a movie after dinner- The Wedding Singer. I LOVED it. And now more than ever I began thinking about marriage. I closed my eyes on the way back and began to imagine myself greeting people at the ceremony. Hello my name is Shawn Michaels Hart, and Bret and I would like to thank you for comming to our wedding... We're very happy that you could make it today! Oooh yes, I AM looking forward to the honeymoon! I smiled wider. Boy I can't WAIT to say that for real! .. First things first, is I have to make him love me. THEN we can start picking invitations.
"Oh my, the game isn't even half over." Helen said disapointedly.
"Shame." I grinned wickedly as I picked up the bags of clothing. "Ladies, this was so much fun! We're going to have to do this again." I said as we walked up to the house.
"Oh definately Shawn! You're one of the family now. Stu was going on and on and on about you and Bret in the dungeon last night. He's so proud of Bret for finding someone to match his abilities so well!"
"That really means alot to me..." I said and felt my self tear up. "Thank you." We walked in, and shared a group hug before parting ways to put away our bags. I ran up to Bret's room and dumped my clothes on the floor. I straightened the leather coat part of my outfit, smoothing it out. I winked at myself in the small mirror, and started down to the living room.
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Bret's POV
The game was just getting good, we were cheering and shouting like mad. The Flames were on FIRE tonight! This was great. No Shawn, no arguements, no having to worry about loving him... Fabulous! I am loving today. The only thing is I don't have my favorite jersy- considering Shawn and I decided to ruin that on Owen's couch. I feel left out. Everyone else had jersys...
Some one had walked in, but I paid no mind. Everyone else however turned to see what was going on.
"HOLY HELL!" Keith shouted.
I have no idea what was going on, but I wasn't about to turn my head. Even when I heard some wolf whistles... I figured it was one of the women coming into advert attention away from the game until I felt a hand in my hair, pulling my head back.
Shawn Michaels. In leather. Standing behind me. "Hi." I said blinking up at him.
"Hi. Can I watch too?" He asked sweetly.
Everyone- save my dad began insisting that Shawn join. They even kicked poor Davey right off the couch to make room for him. "Oh now don't kick Davey off. I'm going to sit right here..." Shawn smiled and plopped right down on my lap. A surge of pleasure burned beneath my pants feeling his tight leather clad ass on me.
I coughed and shifted a little. He felt so damn good, so hot... FUCK, I can't concentrate on the game with him on me! I grabbed him by the hips and sat him on the arm rest next to me. He didn't give up however, swishing his hair to the side so I got a wiff of it.
Little bastard knew I couldn't resist that!!! I leaned over to him, getting a couple of sniffs of Shawn's normal scent, leather, his hair... Fuck. He couldn't wait till two hours later to come in and seduce me?!
"I'm going downstairs to get something to eat..."
When he left the room I thought I was going to die of embaressment.
"Soo... Bret... Got any Shawn stories you'd like to tell us?" Bruce asked. Everyone in the room nodded, my father shaking his head no slowly.
"Stories?!" I asked incredously.
"Yeah! COme on little bro! We've told you stories about our conquests, now it's your turn. We're all married and not gay, so now it's your turn to let us live through YOU." Keith said and poked me in the chest.
"Fine. The first time we had sex was over the arm of Owen's leather couch. ...And Shawn was wearing my Flames jersy, which is why it's not on me right now. It needs to be honorably burned." I said quickly.
There was much congradulations, slapping my back, and hooting from my brothers and brothers in law. I slummped down low and burried my face in my hands- which was redder than the red in the Calgary Flames jersys everyone was wearing. I don't think it could have gotten any worse until Shawn walked in again.
Shawn was holding a dripping red popcile. He sat down on the arm rest again, gingerly licking the tip. Fucking hell. Why... WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! I crossed my legs, my eyes flicking back and forth between him and the TV.
I watched his sweet lips slide over the red popcile, all the way into his mouth. When he pulled it out, all that was left was the stick.
"Damn..." I mumbled.
"I... need to go find Andrea." Bruce said quickly as he fled the room.
The rest of the men in the room all made such excuses, heading off to find their wives. My dad clapped my shoulder before he left. "Boy, I don't know what you did, but... Take it outside, would ya?"
When we were alone, Shawn turned to me with an angry look. "Hockey night, huh?"
"Um..."
"You'd rather see a FUCKING HOCKEY GAME than be with me."
"Shawn..."
"I am so mad at you right now, you're going to have to do a whole lot of ass kissing to make up for this..." Shawn crossed his arms and scowled at me.
"Shawn! It was hockey night! You don't like hockey!"
He didn't say a word- only glared harder at me.
"........Fine. I'll make it up to you. The next time hockey night is on, I want you by my side watching it."
"Okay." He said and stood up. He grabbed me by the wrist and started pulling me along.
"Where are we going?!" The game is STILL on!
He looked back at me and smirked. "The dungeon."
TBC.
Genre: Suspense/romance Warnings: Slash AN: In real life, Shawn can cook damn well or so I've heard... Even has a recipe for something in some book... BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!!! :)
Chapter 25
Shawn's POV
We spent the night in probably the most kosher position we've ever slept in. Bret insisted on it, he said if we didn't he'd be temped to dry hump me. Sometimes I think that man is more horny than a dog in heat. So we ended up sleeping on opposite ends of the bed. Guess I'm lucky Bret didn't have a foot fetish too.
I woke up first for once and got to use the shower before Bret got up. HAH! And now I'm going to take allllllllll the hot water up too! I'll show him for being a shower hog... God he's so mean sometimes. I finished washing up and joined the Hart women downstairs for breakfast. I definately needed some clothing here. A pair of baggy jean shorts, an old Led Zeplin tee shirt and Bret's old high tops aren't my usual attire. Though I do like the Simpson boxer shorts I stole from him. He won't be getting THESE back.
After I was done raiding his closet and dresser, I walked over to my sleeping beau and sat down on the edge. He looked so funny! That mop of black hair was like a puff around his face, making it almost impossible to see his handsome face. I brushed some locks out of his face and smiled down at him, kissing him on the forhead. "I'll see you later, Bretty." I felt the side of his face nuzzle my hand as he smiled.
"Don't call me, Bretty." He mumbled a little.
"Okay. I'll find something else then. Do you want to come shopping with me?" I asked playing with the strands of his hair.
"Mmph. No. I hate shopping."
I pouted a little and stroked his face. "I'll let you watch me try on underwear..."
That got a smile out of him. "Mm... Tempting... But no."
"I'll let you pick im' out..."
"Ughnn... Don't get me horny. All I need is thinking of you in a thong, and up goes Mr. Woody."
"Yeah, I can see it through the bedsheets." I grinned.
"Go. Go have fun. Shop. Stay out alllll day. Take my money- buy lots of useless things... But I want my Simpsons boxers back."
"Damn. You're good." I grumbled and stood up. "I'll be back later."
"Don't I get a good bye kiss?"
I smirked and shook my head. "Nope. You have morning breath."
Bret turned around so his back was facing me. "Brat."
"As always." I walked out of the door, shutting it over quietly. I headed down stairs hoping that they didn't leave with out me. But when I saw the group of Hart women, I felt relieved. I need clothes here, people! "Good morning everyone!" I said happily.
"Morning, Shawn." Helen smiled. "Don't you look adorable today?"
"Mom, he's wearing clothes that are about ten times too big for him! We have to go shopping ASAP!" Diana exclaimed and shook her head. "I can't believe that Bret didn't think to grab your suitcase. Doesn't that boy know anything?!"
"The Hart men don't think about important things like that. But I'm sure you'll get him into shape, Shawn." Georgia grinned and started to the door.
I followed them out to a large SUV parked outside. It was Andrea's, and hell, she needed one with her five kids. The six of us piled in and took off for the city. "So, the men don't go with us?"
Ellie laughed so hard I thought she was going to start crying- infact everyone in that veichle was chortling with laughter. "Do you what today is, Shawn?" She asked between words.
"No..."
"It's hockey night, dear!" Helen exclaimed. "Every man in all of Canada will be glued to the TV, and we go out to not get in their way. Hockey night is SO important to all the men back in that house that we don't even EXIST."
I blinked. So THAT'S why he didn't want to go with me! "I guess so, because I told him he could watch me try on underwear and he still insisted on staying in bed! And here I thought he was coming down with something..."
"Don't take it personal, Shawn. Our brothers and brothers in law need this night to themselves to do some male bonding."
It didn't matter what Allison said- I was mad. NO ONE IGNORES ME FOR A FUCKING HOCKEY NIGHT!! He is going down in the WORST WAY IMAGINABLE!! I crossed my arms and thought for a long time. I had to get back at him. There has to be a way to ruin his stupid hockey night...
We arrived at the mall awhile later. I was still deep in thought, the wheels in my head a' turnin' like crazy. And then it hit me! Ohh this is a GREAT idea! Make him hot and bothered in front the guys... PERFECT!
"Problem, Shawn?" Diana asked looking over at me.
"No- just thinking." I smirked. "Are there any leather shops around here?"
"One- why?"
"I need a few things is all..." I said mysteriously as I followed the pack of women upstairs to leather shop. "I love leather- and Bret gave me money to buy a few nice things for myself..." I pulled out a pair of leather pants - skin tight. A leather jacket- also tight- and thigh high lace up boots. I walked into the dressing room and changed. "Damn... I look hot..." I murmured admiring myself in the mirror. I shook out my hair in a true model fashion and stepped out to show the ladies. "What do you think, girls?"
It was a collective gasp. It's nice to know I have that effect on both sexes equally.
"Whoa, Shawn..." Diana mumbled.
"Yeah, I know... God... Bret's a lucky bastard." Allison mumbled back.
"So this is a keeper?" I asked and turned around slowly in a circle. The leather clung to every curve of my body, accentuating everything I had to offer.
Helen nodded fiercely. "Oh yes, keep it Shawn dear! Bret will love that!"
And that would be the point... "Well, I'm going to buy it then!" I said chipperly. I can't stand wearing Bret's clothes anymore. I care about him deeply, but you don't blame me. Hockey. Over me. I walked over to the cashier and shelled out $500 dollars (american) for the whole thing and joined the girls outside. We went through the mall, me being a whole new wardrobe. Jeez, what do you want from me people, I NEED clothes, underwear, pajamas, shoes... I put my bags down, walking over to a railing. The girls all had to go use the bathroom so I decided to just hang around, leaning over the railing to gaze down at the people on the lower level.
And that's when I felt it. A hard slap and pinch to my ass. I turned around to face a huge man, one that would have put Yokozuna to shame.
"Hey there pretty thing..." He grinned reach out to grab the ends of my hair in his dirty fingers.
I smacked his hand away. "Get away, pal! I'm off the market!" I said angrily.
He frowned and grabbed me by my wrist. I struggled against him, bringing his arm back in a chicken wing. He yelped and that was my chance at getting away. I shoved him so he'd let go, sending him down to the ground. "SECURITY! SECURITY!!" I shouted and began to back up quickly. BAM! And that's when it happened. I had run into a pole. No, a man. Still no, the Undertaker. "Muh- Muh..." I stammered looking up at him- needless to say, I was TERRIFIED, people!
Paul Bearer's hands grabbed my wrists, and held them back. I was too shocked to struggle against him. I watched helplessly as Undertaker tied up the man with a rope I was guessing for my capture, and hung him off the railing.
He walked over to me, staring down into my eyes. I trembled beneath that cold gaze, feeling all the strength drain out of my body. He tilted my chin up,and pressed his lips down on mine. I wanted to scream for help, but I was clay in his hands. I felt like I was kissing a frozen body, a dead person. Oh god... Please just let me go! He pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. He touched my hair, my face, my lips. Then his gaze turned dark and cold again, and my world went blank.
"Shaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwn.... Shhhawwwwwwwwwwwn..."
I moaned softly upon hearing a woman's voice. My eyes opened slowly, and I blinked. Helen. "Mrs. Hart...?"
"Oh my dear, you're alright! What happened?!"
My mind felt hazy- I wasn't really sure... "I.. I don't know... I just fainted... I think maybe I'm hungry or something... My eating habits have been a little srange lately with always being on the run..."
"Alright then that settles it! It's lunch time!" Diana said and grabbed some of my bags, Andrea and Allison the rest.
"Sounds good to us!" Ellie smiled and started helping me down the mall and to the truck.
What the hell happened? ...Why can't I remember anything...? My head hurts so badly- maybe it really is because I'm hungry... I did go a few days with out eating anything major, so that has to be it I guess. But why can't I shake this feeling that's something wrong here?
We saw a movie after dinner- The Wedding Singer. I LOVED it. And now more than ever I began thinking about marriage. I closed my eyes on the way back and began to imagine myself greeting people at the ceremony. Hello my name is Shawn Michaels Hart, and Bret and I would like to thank you for comming to our wedding... We're very happy that you could make it today! Oooh yes, I AM looking forward to the honeymoon! I smiled wider. Boy I can't WAIT to say that for real! .. First things first, is I have to make him love me. THEN we can start picking invitations.
"Oh my, the game isn't even half over." Helen said disapointedly.
"Shame." I grinned wickedly as I picked up the bags of clothing. "Ladies, this was so much fun! We're going to have to do this again." I said as we walked up to the house.
"Oh definately Shawn! You're one of the family now. Stu was going on and on and on about you and Bret in the dungeon last night. He's so proud of Bret for finding someone to match his abilities so well!"
"That really means alot to me..." I said and felt my self tear up. "Thank you." We walked in, and shared a group hug before parting ways to put away our bags. I ran up to Bret's room and dumped my clothes on the floor. I straightened the leather coat part of my outfit, smoothing it out. I winked at myself in the small mirror, and started down to the living room.
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Bret's POV
The game was just getting good, we were cheering and shouting like mad. The Flames were on FIRE tonight! This was great. No Shawn, no arguements, no having to worry about loving him... Fabulous! I am loving today. The only thing is I don't have my favorite jersy- considering Shawn and I decided to ruin that on Owen's couch. I feel left out. Everyone else had jersys...
Some one had walked in, but I paid no mind. Everyone else however turned to see what was going on.
"HOLY HELL!" Keith shouted.
I have no idea what was going on, but I wasn't about to turn my head. Even when I heard some wolf whistles... I figured it was one of the women coming into advert attention away from the game until I felt a hand in my hair, pulling my head back.
Shawn Michaels. In leather. Standing behind me. "Hi." I said blinking up at him.
"Hi. Can I watch too?" He asked sweetly.
Everyone- save my dad began insisting that Shawn join. They even kicked poor Davey right off the couch to make room for him. "Oh now don't kick Davey off. I'm going to sit right here..." Shawn smiled and plopped right down on my lap. A surge of pleasure burned beneath my pants feeling his tight leather clad ass on me.
I coughed and shifted a little. He felt so damn good, so hot... FUCK, I can't concentrate on the game with him on me! I grabbed him by the hips and sat him on the arm rest next to me. He didn't give up however, swishing his hair to the side so I got a wiff of it.
Little bastard knew I couldn't resist that!!! I leaned over to him, getting a couple of sniffs of Shawn's normal scent, leather, his hair... Fuck. He couldn't wait till two hours later to come in and seduce me?!
"I'm going downstairs to get something to eat..."
When he left the room I thought I was going to die of embaressment.
"Soo... Bret... Got any Shawn stories you'd like to tell us?" Bruce asked. Everyone in the room nodded, my father shaking his head no slowly.
"Stories?!" I asked incredously.
"Yeah! COme on little bro! We've told you stories about our conquests, now it's your turn. We're all married and not gay, so now it's your turn to let us live through YOU." Keith said and poked me in the chest.
"Fine. The first time we had sex was over the arm of Owen's leather couch. ...And Shawn was wearing my Flames jersy, which is why it's not on me right now. It needs to be honorably burned." I said quickly.
There was much congradulations, slapping my back, and hooting from my brothers and brothers in law. I slummped down low and burried my face in my hands- which was redder than the red in the Calgary Flames jersys everyone was wearing. I don't think it could have gotten any worse until Shawn walked in again.
Shawn was holding a dripping red popcile. He sat down on the arm rest again, gingerly licking the tip. Fucking hell. Why... WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?! I crossed my legs, my eyes flicking back and forth between him and the TV.
I watched his sweet lips slide over the red popcile, all the way into his mouth. When he pulled it out, all that was left was the stick.
"Damn..." I mumbled.
"I... need to go find Andrea." Bruce said quickly as he fled the room.
The rest of the men in the room all made such excuses, heading off to find their wives. My dad clapped my shoulder before he left. "Boy, I don't know what you did, but... Take it outside, would ya?"
When we were alone, Shawn turned to me with an angry look. "Hockey night, huh?"
"Um..."
"You'd rather see a FUCKING HOCKEY GAME than be with me."
"Shawn..."
"I am so mad at you right now, you're going to have to do a whole lot of ass kissing to make up for this..." Shawn crossed his arms and scowled at me.
"Shawn! It was hockey night! You don't like hockey!"
He didn't say a word- only glared harder at me.
"........Fine. I'll make it up to you. The next time hockey night is on, I want you by my side watching it."
"Okay." He said and stood up. He grabbed me by the wrist and started pulling me along.
"Where are we going?!" The game is STILL on!
He looked back at me and smirked. "The dungeon."
TBC.