"Shawn can you stop"!

"Why should I, your brother just walked in on us"!

"Shawn"!

"I'm going home"!

Your big brother just walked in on you two making out, and now Shawn is walking out your house seeming distressed.

"Shawn Peter Raul Mendes I swear if you don't stop-".

"WHAT"! Shawn screamed at you finally turning to face you. Your eyes burned trying to hold back tears.

"I just want to talk". You slowly grabbed Shawn's hand, and squeezed it.

"Why"? He questioned.

"Your not acting like yourself". You put your other arm on his face, gently rubbing it with your thumb.

"Why do you say that"? He looked at you, and then turned away.

"You only yell when your mad, and you just yelled. What's wrong"?

It was silent.

"Does your brother hate me"? He asked looking at you again. He then looked down, not wanting to face you.

"No, why do you think that"?

"He glared at me".

"When"?

"When he saw us making out".

You sighed. Suddenly your phone rang, you still wanting to talk to Shawn didn't answer it.

"You should answer that".

You shook your head, ignoring him.

"I want to talk to you".

Your phone rang again. You grunted before grabbing your phone.

"I'm in the middle of a conversation".
You spoke a bit angry.

"We need to talk". It was Derek your older brother.

"Now"?

"Yes now". He hung up.

You sighed heavily as you gazed back at Shawn putting your phone back in your pocket.

"ShawnI have to talk to my brother".
He looked away from you, and started walking away.

"Shawn please don't be mad, how do you know even hates you maybe"-.

"Maybe what? I'm going to my house. I'll see you tomorrow"?

And with that he was gone. You turned, and went home to your brother.