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Darling Don’t You Know // Part 2 // Dragon!Shawn AU

Part One

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The next day nothing happens. Literally nothing. You don’t see Shawn all day long. It makes you worry that he had been seriously upset and he wasn’t going to come back. You hoped that wasn’t the case because you really did like him. He was an amazing friend and maybe, just maybe you did have some untapped feelings for him. No, you most certainly had some untapped feelings for him. What an inconvenient time for them to come out though. If Shawn didn’t show up in another day or two you decide you would go searching. You couldn’t just leave him the way you did.

Fortunately Shawn showed up the next day. Bright and early he was sitting on the dock in his swim trunks when you came out of the house to put the trash in the bin on the deck. Immediately you make a bee line for him. He stands up and stretches, back to you as you approach. He turns and your breath is taken away. In the pink and orange sunrise his skin was warm and glowing, the light from the water reflecting off of him in a way that just made him seem otherworldly. In a way he kind of was.

“I’m sorry about the other day,” you mumble, “I didn’t know you felt so strongly for me.”

“That’s alright. But you should know I won’t stop fighting for you.” Shawn lays his hand on your cheek and you lean into it, redness tinting them under his big hand. “If you say you don’t want me then I’ll stop. Say you don’t want me.”

“Shawn...,” you whisper, looking down and trailing off at his name. It should have been easy to say you didn’t want him. It should have been as simple as that, but it wasn’t. Nothing was simple anymore. You knew. You knew last year you had feelings for Shawn but you didn’t say anything and you pushed them away. Chased them out like cobwebs. Shawn was for a lack of a better term, a summer love, but you didn’t want him to be. Not anymore, but now you had Andrew and you quite liked him a lot. A whole lot. It made your stomach sick to think about choosing one of them.

“It’s okay if you can’t say it,” Shawn says softly and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “I know you’ll make the right decision in the end.”

You bring your hand up and lay it on his chest. His heart is beating fast, wild like him. “I know you’ll make it hard.”

“I promise you I’ll make it real hard.” Shawn smirks and you shove him backward off the dock. He hits the water with a splash that soaks your pajama pants. “See you later love!” he calls out before ducking underwater and swimming off.

The next day you walk out the back door with Andrew in tow. Andrew had showed up early which kind of annoyed you because you thought you would have gotten more time to go over how you would introduce Shawn, but that plan went all to shit as Shawn walked up the beach toward you. He was soaking wet and grinning that shit eating grin you’d seen only a handful of times over the past few years. It always meant trouble. You knew he meant it when he said he was going to make it hard for you.

The second he got close enough, he had his arms around you, picking you up and pressing his face into your shoulder. He he didn’t say a word, just held you against him like a long lost lover. He was playing a dangerous game now, the little shit.

“Uh, who’s this?” Andrew asks after the hug lingers for a hair too long He folds his arms over his chest and squares his shoulders, straightening up to his full height. It was obvious he was intimidated by Shawn. Who wouldn’t be? Shawn was over six feet of muscle and pure charm. Any guy watching him interact with his girl would and should be on edge. “Sweetheart? Your friend?”

“Sweetheart huh?” Shawn purrs into your ear. “I’d think Love would be more fitting. Maybe honey, sugar, babe. Sweetheart is so generic.”

“Shawn!” you hiss warningly into his shoulder and he finally releases you. You straighten your shirt, awkwardly brushing your shorts clean of invisible dirt and clear your throat. “Andrew, this is Shawn.”

“I’m her fia-” You elbow Shawn in the ribs and he grins- “friend. I’m her friend. I live a little ways up the coast.” Shawn crosses his arms now, standing at his full height and staring Andrew down. It was a standoff if you ever did see one. A real silent pissing match as they sized each other up. Honestly Andrew wasn’t small, nearly six foot himself and quite fit, he wasn’t something to turn your nose up at by any means. But Shawn, he was bigger, fitter, stronger for sure. No match for Andrew if they went at it.

“I’m Andrew. Her boyfriend.” Andrew doesn’t extend a hand. He just keeps his arms crossed, eyes locked in Shawn.

“Oh are you now?” Shawn quips and your eyes widen. This was going to go very badly if you didn’t do something immediately. Shawn was turning out to be quite the jealous son of a bitch and you didn’t want to see how this was going to end up. He was pushing it and hard.

“Yeah I am.” Andrew looks down at you and smiles softly. “Can we go get coffee now? I’m dying for a good cup of joe,” he says, now dismissing Shawn completely.

Shawn licks his lip and raises his eyebrows. You know that look. It was that feisty look that Shawn always got when guys were bugging you on the beach, trying to flirt with you when you were playing volleyball or sunbathing. He wasn’t playing around and you really, really needed to de-escalate this tension before it snapped. “So you’re getting her coffee again huh? Is that all she ever gets from you?” Shawn smirks and you glare at him.

“Shawn!”

“What?” he shrugs, those eyes far too playful for your liking. He was toying with Andrew and you knew it. He knew it. He knew that you knew it. There was no way he was backing down and he was making that very obvious. If this was how Shawn was going to act right out the gate then the next three weeks were going to be hell.

“What is your problem dude?” Andrew asks, eyes narrowed and you grab his arm before he can stake a step toward Shawn.

“Come on, he’s just protective of me. We’ve been friends a long time,” you pull Andrew along and walk around the house toward the street. “He’s like a big brother. It’s nothing.” God, as you say it you know you’re lying to him and yourself. You spare a glance back and Shawn is waving goodbye, a smirk on his face as he heads to the water.

Andrew puts his arm around you. “If you say so. I hope he chills out though, I’m not going to hurt you or something. Even your brother wasn’t that uptight when he met me.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle softly. “I’ll talk to him and tell him to relax.” You lean your head against Andrew’s shoulder and close your eyes for a moment as you head toward the shops a few blocks away. Andrew would never hurt you, and you knew that. But you were going to hurt him, god were you going to end up hurting him by the time this vacation was over.

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