chapter twelve
fake
[anya rose steinburg]
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"so tell me anya, is my son really treating you well? you made up from a fight?" i sigh, chopping up a carrot into one centimetre slices.

"that girl, camila, she met us in london and shawn practically ignored me while she was with us, i got mad but it wasn't really a fight, until shawn made plans with her when he had plans with me, i got mad again and shawn didn't think it was that much but i guess he realised." i shrug. "overall he does treat me right, you brought up a very caring boy, karen."

"if he's ever giving you grief, call me and i will sort him out." i laugh, putting the carrots into boiling water.

"he's perfect karen, truly perfect." i sigh in bliss, beginning to peel the potatoes for boiling then roasting.

"anya, you go on up and see what he's doing, i'll finish the dinner." she warmly smiles.

"are you sure? it's not a bother for me to help." i offer, putting the potato down.

"no it's fine, go up and hang out with shawn." i nod, thanking her, washing my hands and hopping up the stairs to shawns room. he's tapping away something on his piano, singing lyrics, and stopping every so often to re play the melody.

i knock my hand softly on the wooden door, and he stops. "come in!" i open it, going inside and shutting it behind me. "oh hey baby." i walk over to him, sitting in his lap, as he wraps his arms loosely around my waist, pecking my lips.

"hey." i mumble back, letting myself hug him, putting my head on his neck.

"are you okay, anya?" he questions, pressing a kiss to my head. i nod.

"yeah, i just wanted a hug." he laughs, picking me up, and he sits on the bed, me still hugging him.

"i love you." he says softly, lying down so i'm held close to his chest. "and i promise i'll try to not fuck up."

"i love you too, and even if you do i'll probably still forgive you." shawn sighs.

"that's not the issue, like i actually do stuff to make you hate me, and make us not talk, and ignore each other, and fight." he says sadly. i look up, seeing tears pool in his eyes. "i'm so stupid."

"shawn, don't cry." i whisper, sitting up and holding him close to me. "don't."

"i'm sorry." he sniffles, nestling his head on my chest. i sigh, running my hands through his hair, softly caressing it.

"you aren't stupid, and we're still just learning. this is my second proper relationship, and i don't know about you but camila will have to learn, and i know you know but it's hard because you are friends, i get it." i reassure. "don't think you can never hang out with her, because you can, just don't cancel our plans, or kiss her." i tell him, rubbing his scalp soothingly.

"that feels nice." he sighs, shutting his caramel eyes.

"go to sleep, you look so tired babe." he nods.

"can we stay like this?" i smile softly.

"of course." i mumble. "actually don't, dinner is almost ready." he sighs dramatically, letting go of me and flopping onto the bed.

"dinner has to ruin it." he says sadly, relaxing his shoulders.

"darling, food isn't trying to ruin your happiness at all." he scoffs.

"that was such a bad pun." he laughs, as i roll my eyes, letting out a giggle.

"it has you laughing till you can't breathe." i parody, singing the tune.

"shaking and falling onto my knees." shawn sings back. we laugh, shawn sitting up and leaning against his headboard.

"how about we go to trent after dinner?" shawn offers.

"the uni that you supposedly got into?" he laughs and nods.

"ian's there, so is matt, and colton (#makecoltonfamous) and some other people too. you can meet some of the pickering lot, well two people." he says, holding my hands in his.

"okay, sure." i shrug, getting off his bed and sitting on his piano stool. "i used to play."

"really?" shawn asks, sitting next to me on the other side of the stool.

"yeah, i did piano from 4 till 16, then school got in the way so i stopped." i nod, putting my hands on the keys.

"play something, if you remember." shawn offers, putting his hand on my thigh. i bite my lip, nodding and positioning my hands to swan lake.

i start, playing the keys and getting into the beat almost immediately, and feeling relaxed at an instant. i smile, playing the melody and adding a bass, dancing my fingers softly over the china keys, an exquisite sound emitting.

i finish, sighing in bliss and stretching out my fingers, softly taking them off the keys, placing them on my lap.

"that was beautiful hun." shawn whispers, pecking the back of my ear. i blush, smiling slightly.

"thank you." i look up, as he smirks down at me.

"you know we have twenty minutes free." he whispers lowly, pecking my neck. i sigh softly.

"shawn your parents are downstairs, and aaliyah's next door." he chuckles, laying kisses all along my exposed collarbone from the vest top i'm wearing. "shawn stop." i mumble, moaning.

"are you sure?" he hums lightly against my chest.

"yes- now go think about your parents downstairs!" i feel myself growing redder as the seconds pass. he laughs, looking up.

"you're no fun hun." i pout, folding my arms.

"that's mean, i'm more fun than you." i say, chuckling. "it's not my fault i don't want you to get us caught by your parents, and it's not my fault you are right now currently very horny." i smirk, pointing at his pants. "i'm gonna go and help your mum, you have at least ten minutes to get rid of that." he groans as i laugh, walking out of the room and down the stairs.

"hey anya, i told you to stay upstairs!" karen laughs, putting dishes on the table.

"shawn got boring." i shrug, making her laugh again. "is there anything i can do?"

"yes, you can wash up a few things now so there's less to wash after dinner." i nod, walking to the sink and beginning to soak all the dishes, sipping them, then rinsing them off, putting them on the draining rack.

i feel arms wrap around my waist, and kisses planted on my cheek. i smile, closing the tap.

"shawn..." i mumble, turning around, seeing him smirking at me. "hey."

"hi baby." he pecks my lips, making me smile into the kiss, then pulling away.

"gross." i hear aaliyah say, sitting at the table. i laugh, stepping away from shawn and sitting next to her, and shawn slides in next to me.

"and our kids will be saying that with you and your husband." my eyes go wide, and my cheeks heat up like crazy.

"shawn you're scaring your girlfriend!" karen scolds. shawn chuckles, putting his hand on my thigh.

"island will make us." he shrugs. i agree, shrugging myself. "not that i mind though."

"wait so you two can never break up?" aaliyah asks confused.

"we can, but it's not going to be looked upon highly by island, do you get me?" aaliyah nods.

"that's sad." she says, taking a sip of orange juice.

"remember when you hated me." i laugh, thanking karen and taking my plate.

"oh yeah." he laughs. "and remember when we had that really awkward plane ride."

"and when you and brian came to use the pool when me and chris were there and that's when we stopped hating each other." i add.

"and when you walked out the car." we both laugh as shawns family look at us weirdly, but laughing anyway.

"god i hated you so much." i laugh, finishing a potato.

"feelings were mutual." he chuckles, squeezing my thigh, pushing his hands slightly higher.

"shawn aren't you gonna eat your potatoes?" karen asks, as shawn shrugs, putting his fork down.

"sorry mum, i'm feeling kinda sick." i then notice how pale he looks, with a green tinge under his skin, and how sunken in his eyes are.

"honey i think you've got travel sickness." karen says concerned, getting up and handing him a glass of water. "go to sleep."

"go up shawn." i whisper, looking at him, worried.

"will you come with me?" he asks, croaking slightly. i nod, standing up and tucking my chair in, as shawn slowly rises.

"karen i promise i'll help out tomorrow okay?" i ask, as she chuckles.

"you don't even need to help, go on up." she reassures, as i smile, following shawn up the stairs. he opens his room door and sits on his bed, bending over slightly.

"baby, you should've told me you felt sick." i mumble, crouching in front of him. he frowns.

"i didn't want to worry you or my family." he whispers lowly. "my stomach hurts." i sigh, sitting behind him, rubbing his back. he groans, holding his stomach. "anya." he states, as i wrap my arms around his neck, leaning on his back, shushing him.

"shh hun." i peck the back of his neck, running my hands over his stomach, rubbing small circles. "do you need to puke?"

he nods, standing up as i let go of him, shawn running to the bathroom. i rush next to him, seeing him hurling over the toilet bowl, vomit coming out from his lips, i crouch down, rubbing his back.

"let it all out babe." i coo, pecking his back, as he coughs, sitting up and leaning against the wall. i stand up, flushing the toilet and putting some toothpaste on his brush, wetting it and crouching back down to him.

"open your mouth." i whisper, as he weakly does, closing his eyes. i start to brush his teeth, getting rid of the acidic smell. i stand up, finding a cup, filling it with a little water and tipping it down into his mouth.

"swirl and spit." i mumble, as he spits out the water, sighing and dropping his head down. "do you feel better now?"

"shh." he mumbles, leaning his head back, taking a few breaths. "anya could you get me my water? it's on my desk." he croaks. i nod, standing up and walking into his room, getting his water bottle and taking it back to him, holding it out to him.

desperately, shawn reaches forward, grabbing the bottle and slurping down gulps of it, stopping every few gulps to breathe.

"lets get you to bed hun." i whisper, standing him up and walking with him to his room. he sits on the bed, looking at the floor. i open his wardrobe, getting out a pair of tracksuits.

"do you want a top?" i ask, looking at him. he shakes his head no, and i close his wardrobe, putting the tracksuits on the bed next to him. i step forward, running my hands down his chest, lifting up the bottom of his t-shirt, and taking it off his body, folding it and putting it on his chair. i then unbutton his jeans, sliding them down his legs, as he steps, taking them off his ankles.

after, i quickly slide on his tracksuits, and opening his duvet for him. he gets in, closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillow.

"stay." he mumbles, holding his hand out to mine, as i'm about to walk out of the room. i nod, walking to my suitcase and getting out a pair of leggings. i take off my jeans, putting on the leggings, and hoping into bed with him.

his arms enclose around my waist, and his hot breath fans my ear. "thank you hunny, i love you."

"it's okay, and i love you too." i reply, shutting my eyes. he pulls me closer, resting his head over mine.

"night anya."

"night shawn."