HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVIN JONAS!
I can't believe I let him do this.
So, Shane had this absolutely genius idea that he would curl my hair for me. He said he would do it because I always do it myself…and because he was 'super boyfriend' as he put it.
Being the oh so nice girlfriend that I am, I let him do it.
So here we are, in my bathroom, in front of the mirror.
"You're gonna burn yourself with the curling iron, Shane! Lemme do it!" I insist, giggling through my protests.
Shane's sorta irresponsible.
"I'm not gonna burn myself, chill, Mitchie. I'm super boyfriend, remember?
Insert eye roll here.
He sighs in frustration as my hair turns into a bouncy curl before returning back to its regular, pin straight form.
He picks up another strand of my hair and begins to curl it. Or at least attempt to.
"Don't burn yourself, Shane."
"I know, I know." He replies, but I know he's smiling.
I roll my eyes and smile when a look of relief covers his face as he finally creates the perfect curl.
"I'm impressed." I poke him in the side.
"One down, like, fifty to go." He replies.
"Just don't burn-"
"Yeah, I know, I won't burn myself Mitchie." He laughs.
He keeps on curling and curling, but definitely not succeeding. So far he's created one curl.
It's been like, 15 minutes, and he's made one curl.
"Forget this." He places the curling iron down on the counter and grabs my hips, whipping me around to face him. His hands go to the side of the counter, trapping me.
His lips capture mine and I gasp in surprise. I wrap one arm around his neck, burying my hand in his soft hair. The other hand goes to his chest and I lightly push him back. His lips are swollen slightly, his cheeks flushed, eyes dark and hair messy. He looks gorgeous.
"Thought you were gonna finish curling my hair?" I mumble, looking up at him through my eyelashes. A flirty grin covers my face.
"I could burn myself, and we wouldn't want that, now, would we?" He smirks and places his mouth on mine once again.
Suddenly the doorbell rings, the chiming sound echoes through the house. I immediately push Shane back and begin making myself presentable enough to welcome whoever was at the door.
"Someone had to come now!" I hear Shane mumble under his breath.
I run down the stairs and open the door, and there stood Caitlyn and Nate.
"Dude, we've been ringing the doorbell for like, 2 minutes, where were you?" Caitlyn asks, walking in as if she owned the place, and falling back onto the couch.
"We were-" I was cut off by a scream coming from the bathroom. I run back up stairs and open the bathroom door.
There stood Shane, the curling iron in his left hand, a sizable red mark on his right.
"I burnt myself."
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