Sing to Me in the Morning (an original love story)

Charlie has been friends with Shawn since college. Their whole group of friends has always made jokes about how the two of them are perfect for each other...but are they really?


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Chapter 7

December 24, 2016~ Scared out of my pants.

I winced as I sat up in my bed, my head pounding harshly, hurting me even before I could move.

What time is it?

What happened to my head?

I groaned and collapsed back against my pillow, burying my face in my pillow as I remember Sandy and Roxy convincing me to go out for a "girl's night" last night that ended up being everyone coming over to my house for drinks.

As it all came back to me, I heard and felt the crunch of paper from under my back.

What the hell?

I sat back up, trying to ignore the pounding of my head as I dragged the sheaf of papers out from under me. Well, sheaf of letters is probably more accurate.

Tears began streaming down my face as I realized what they were, recognizing my handwriting on all of them, but no stamps on a single one.

Letter's I'd written to Shawn, one for every week he'd been gone. I'd written them so that I had someone to talk to, someone I could vent to, someone to talk about my day to, and then I would tell him how much I missed him and how much I loved him.

But I would never send them, because I didn't want to be heartbroken when I finally saw him again and he acted like best friends as usual.

I must have taken them out last night and reread them, which is what I liked to do when I get really lonely or really drunk.

Or both.

Why does it hurt so much?

My shoulders shook with sobs as the tears came faster and heavier. I buried my face in the pillow again, trying to muffle the sounds of my tears as I knew that Billy was crashed on the couch in the other room.

All of my friends knew that I missed Shawn just as much if not more than they do.

But they didn't know how much it hurt.

Nobody did but me.

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About five hours later, I was in my old jeep, driving to the office for the Christmas Eve party again.

I was a little late, but everybody expects me to be late, so it doesn't matter.

I had spent most of the day sleeping and crying on and off until Billy finally coaxed me out of bed with the promise of breakfast even though it was four in the afternoon.

Then I had spent the remaining four hours keeping myself busy by wrapping presents for people and cleaning my house, leaving myself thirty minutes to get dressed and ready to leave.

I kept myself busy so that I wouldn't think about anything, even though it didn't really work.

I sighed and pulled into my parking spot, grabbing my bag of presents from the passenger seat before getting out and locking my car up.

I adjusted my Santa hat as I rode the elevator up to the top floor, giving myself two seconds before I had to put on my party face.

Four years...four damn years. I shook my head at myself, stopping my tears in their tracks as I walked out of the elevator.

I grinned as I saw that everyone was there already. "Now the party can get started!" I yelled, tossing my hands in the air as Bette Davis Eyes changed to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.

The people that heard me laughed and yelled back in return.

I waved and went over to the large pile of presents to put my bag among them. There was one enormous present, but I knew that there was one every year. Last year Billy had gotten the big present and it had been an enormous painting for his flat.

I stood up, adjusted my dress, and then walked into the crowds of people, saying hello and waving at people I knew.

I found Roxy and Terry already wrapped in each others' arms on the dance floor, slow dancing to Radioactive.

I shook my head. Only those two would find a way to do that. "Hey, lovebirds!" I grinned as they glanced up at me with glares on their faces, well at least for Terry, Roxy didn't mind so much. "Try to mingle, lovelies, you don't want to be too into each other."

"Shove off, Charlie." Terry growled as Roxy started laughing.

I burst out laughing at the look on his face, tossing my head back as tears of mirth came to my eyes. "Damn, Terry, that's a new face." I winked at Roxy. "I'm jealous, love."

"Yo, Charlie, you have a present!" Billy appeared behind me just as Terry opened his mouth to say something back. He tossed his arm around my shoulder, motioning to Terry, who shut his mouth and scurried over to his sound system, cutting the music abruptly.

"What? Can't that wait, I just got here!" I protested as Billy pulled me through the crowd over to the pile of presents.

"Nah, you have to open this one now." Billy said, letting me go as we reached the pile. He raised his voice to address everyone in the office. "Hey, guys! I think it's not just me who says that Charlie deserves the big present this year, right?"

Everyone cheered in response and I rolled my eyes while grinning. "Thank you, thank you, no flash photography, please."

Billy grinned and patted the top of the big present. "Come on, Charlie, open your first Christmas present."

I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. What's going on? He's being really weird.

But I shrugged it off and then walked up to the box, hearing a few whispers behind me, but nothing else.

I touched the top of it, trying to find a spot where I could pierce my nail through to tear through the paper.

But then there was something leaping out of the present, making me run backwards, scared as hell as a yell burst from my lips.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone in the crowd yelled.

But I didn't even hear them as I gaped at the person who was standing in the remains of the box.

Shawn.

He was just as I remembered him, except his hair was really short and he was wearing his army uniform. His arms were spread in a "surprise" pose and he was only looking at me, nobody else.

A sob escaped my lips and I dropped my hands from my mouth and ran towards him, throwing my arms around his neck as tears began to pour out of my eyes.

Shawn hugged me tightly, so much that he was lifting my high-heel enclosed feet off of the ground.

"Oh my God." I cried into his shoulder. "You're home. Oh my God, you jerk!"

Shawn laughed at that, and I began crying even more as I heard the laugh that I loved so much.

I pulled back and looked up at him, seeing the laughter in his beautiful eyes that I'd missed so much.

I slapped him on the shoulder lightly. "Don't you...ever...do that to me again, you idiot!"

Shawn laughed again, and I could hear some laughter from the other people in the office. "God, Charlie, I missed you."

I managed to stop crying for a minute. "I missed you too. So much, damn it."

Shawn looked me in the eyes for a second, his face very serious.

The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine and he was pulling me even closer against him as I kissed him back.

Jesus Christ.

I could hear laughter and some wolf-whistles, but I wasn't even paying attention anymore.

After what felt like a very long time, Shawn managed to pull himself away, resting his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes. "I love you, Charlie."

I was out of breath from the kiss, but I was still able to answer. "I love you, too."

Somewhere, I heard music start up again, James Taylor beginning my favorite song of How Sweet It Is.

Then I leaned in and kissed Shawn again, feeling him smile against my lips as he twirled me around in a circle, still kissing me.

And that had to have been the best damn Christmas present I had ever gotten.

(here: http://www.polyvore.com/charlie_hes_home/set?id=74583877)

A/N: Okay, so this was the last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it, thanks so much for continuing to read it. :D

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