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Snow in California || Shawn Mendes

Description: After a snow emergency, Shawn is left having to spend Christmas with your family. It’d be completely fine if it weren’t for the fact that they all assumed he’s your boyfriend.

Description per my notes (aka JUMBLY): you’re stuck in LA for Christmas but lucky for you my family’s here so you can just come with me….except there’s a catch, I told my family I have a boyfriend

A/N: Dani is EARLY with a FIC? ya bc she got plans tonight ope anyway ok this is LOOSELY based on “Snow in California” by Ariana Grande, and that wasn’t on purpose but then I was thinking of a title and I’m like wait it’s kinda like the song so I just rolled with it bc this bitch sucks at titles :) also there’s a lil part that parallels “A Christmas Miracle” and I wanna see if anyone catches it ;)

Word Count: 5.9k

12 Days of Ficmas

You watched the clock carefully, waiting for it to hit noon so Shawn would be done with this interview and you could finally get something to eat. You clicked through emails and scheduled a few more things before it would start to die down with Christmas being two days away.

You got lost in trying to schedule an interview for Shawn when you felt something kick your foot. You looked up to see Shawn looking down at you.

“Ready for some damn lunch?” He said, obviously just as hungry as you were.

“Hell freaking yes,” you said as you slammed your laptop shut and followed him out the door to your car.

You threw your bag in the back seat and started down the road to a small restaurant the two of you had been wanting to try.

“When do you see your family?” Shawn asked once you pulled on top the main road.

“I’ll probably leave midday tomorrow. See my grandparents on Christmas Eve night, and then hang out with my family on Christmas Day,” you said with a smile, not being able to wait for it to be Christmas.

“Your flight leaves at 6:00 tomorrow, right?” you said as you glanced over at him.

He nodded his head with a small smile.

“It’s only three days, but I can’t wait,” he said softly.

You pulled into the parking lot, and Shawn stayed in the car while you ran in to grab your take out order. You got back in the car and plopped the large bag of food on Shawn’s lap.

“My place or yours?” You asked before you backed out.

“Mine. I need to bounce that song idea off you,” Shawn said.

You nodded your head, remembering what he had told you before.

“As long as we’re at that meeting at 5:00, we should be good,” you thought out loud as you turned onto Shawn’s street.

You and Shawn made your way up to his condo, getting ready to eat the food you could smell the whole ride home.

You opened his door and were met with his cheerfully decorated living room that he spent so much time on. You sat down by the island and started pulling out food, wanting to try a little bit of everything. Shawn sat across from you, taking the food as you handed it to him.

You ate in silence for a few minutes as you looked at your phones. A weather alert popped up. Blizzards around Toronto. You didn’t say anything, hoping it’d pass by or Shawn would never see it.

You set your phone down after a while, talking to Shawn about the interview he just did, and your plans for your few days you both got to spend at home. You couldn’t get the blizzard warning out of your head.

“Hey, did you see the weather warning?” You asked casually.

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

“There’s supposed to be blizzards around Toronto starting tonight,” you said slowly and carefully.

Shawn’s face stayed blank, thinking it through. He picked his phone back up to check his email. His face dropped.

“My flight was canceled,” he said under his breath. He scrolled mercilessly, trying to refresh the page, hoping this was a mistake.

“Can you maybe find one for Christmas Eve?” You said, immediately pulling out your laptop to search for a new flight for him.

Thirty minutes of Shawn scrolling on his phone, and you looking at every possible way home on your laptop, it was hopeless. There were no flights going into Toronto until two days after Christmas.

You sat on the arm of his couch, watching him pace back and forth as he talked to someone from the airport. He tugged at his hair and finally sat down on the edge of the couch right next to you. You moved your hand carefully to his back, rubbing it up and down as he tried to speak calmly to the person on the other end.

“No…no, it’s fine. I get it. Yeah…thanks anyway,” Shawn said as he hung up the phone throwing it on the ground and resting his head in his hand.

You continued to rub his back, and after a moment, he leaned into you, resting the side of his head on your knee. You could feel his wet cheeks soaking into your jeans. You threaded your fingers through his hair, not talking quite yet.

You could feel his body shake as his shoulder bumped against your thigh. You moved your hand back down to his shoulders, resting your hand on his opposite one.

“I’m so sorry, Shawn,” you finally whispered.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he let out a sob he definitely didn’t mean for you to hear. At that, you gently pushed him over a little, moving directly next to him and pulled his head into your chest. He adjusted to lay on the couch, his long legs hanging off the end as he rested his head on your lap and you continued to play with his hair.

You typed out a quick text to Andrew, telling him what happened. He promptly canceled the meeting that was supposed to happen in an hour and asked if he could help with anything.

But there wasn’t.

Because it was two days before Christmas, and Shawn just found out he can’t spend it with his family.

Instead of saying that, you just told him you’d let him know.

You sat there with Shawn’s head laid in your lap for longer than you could keep track of. You watched the sunset from his living room window, still running your fingers through his hair as a gentle reminder that you were there when he needed to talk.

After probably an hour, he finally said, “This fucking sucks,” as he turned over to look up at you.

You nodded your head slowly as you looked down at him, “I know.”

It went silent again as he stared up at the ceiling.

“What am I going to do?” He said barely above a whisper.

“Anyone here will be glad to have you over. You could always go with Andrew or Josiah, and my family would love to have you as well,” you said.

“Would they?” He asked as his voice broke.

You nodded your head and said, “Of course, you know they love you.”

He fell silent as he continued to look up at you, and you awaited his answer.

“When are you leaving?” He asked.

“Tomorrow around 1:00 probably. We’re just going to my grandparents,” you explained. “And then Christmas morning we have breakfast and open gifts just with my family and spend the day lounging around doing absolutely nothing.”

“Are you sure I wouldn’t be intruding?”

“Shawn, my uncle’s ex-wife’s kids with her new husband came to our family Christmas last year. Trust me, everyone is welcome, especially you,” you said.

“Ok,” he mumbled. “Should I bring flowers or something?”

“You don’t have to, but my grandma is a sucker for flowers,” you said as a small smile finally spread across his face.

“I feel like I should get your family presents, too,” he said as he thought this all through.

“You know you don’t have to,” you said. “Your presence is gift enough.”

He finally sat up and stood up quickly, stumbling a little as the blood rushed from his head.

“Will you go Christmas shopping with me?” He asked quickly as he glanced at the time. “The mall should still be open for two more hours, and I don’t know what your family likes.”

You nodded your head and stood up, following him to the door and then to his car.

You took a few minutes in the car to call your parents and let them know.

“Hello, dear!” Your mom cheerfully answered her phone.

“Hey, how are you doing with the Christmas prepping?” You asked as you played with the bottom of your shirt.

“Really good! I wish you’d bring that boyfriend of yours though,” she said with a huff.

You side glanced at Shawn, hoping he couldn’t hear what your mom was saying to you on the phone. Your mom had been trying to set you up with every guy around your age for the past few months, so you told her you were seeing someone. You “refused to tell her his name” so she didn’t “stalk him on social media,” but really, he just didn’t exist.

“Well, I am bringing someone actually. Shawn’s coming with,” you said.

“I should’ve known Shawn was the guy you were seeing! The way you two are always together even when you’re not working. Oh! Your dad will be so happy to hear this,” she rambled on.

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “Mom, I don’t-“

She cut you off before you could finish, “I gotta go, honey, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

And with that, she hung up.

You dropped the phone into your lap and banged your head against the window.

A look of panic spread across Shawn’s face.

“They don’t want me to come, do they? I should’ve known. It’s fine, really-“

You cut him off, “No, no, they’re really excited you’re coming,” you said with a little too much sarcasm, confusing Shawn further.

“That doesn’t sound like you’re serious,” he said slowly.

“They think we’re dating,” you said, not daring to look at him, as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Why?” Shawn said with a laugh.

You groaned and rested your face in your hands, shaking your head as Shawn continued to laugh to himself.

“I told them I was seeing someone to get them off my back, and when I saw I was bringing you, she assumed,” you said. “And before I could correct her, she was hanging up on me.”

“If this were to happen to literally anyone, it’d be you,” Shawn said.

“I’ll call her back later and explain,” you mumbled, looking down at your phone.

“Don’t,” Shawn said quickly.

You looked over at him and raised your eyebrow as he kept his eyes on the road.

“I mean…you’re letting me spend Christmas with your family, the least I can do is pretend to be your boyfriend, so your family gets off your back,” he said.

You studied him as he stayed serious.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You said with hesitation evident in your voice.

“[Y/N], it’ll be easy. It’s for three days. I’ve just gotta throw my arm around you occasionally and embellish our everyday stories a little bit. Trust me. No one will even know,” he said with maybe a little too much confidence.

“So, when did we start dating?” You asked him.

“Well, what did you tell your mom?” He turned the question back at you.

“I first said I was seeing someone…beginning of October? So we’ve been together since September,” you said.

“What day?” He said.

“Does it matter?”

“Well, yeah. What if someone asks each of us individually what day, and we say different days?” He said.

“Alright, then it was the twelfth,” you said, thinking of a random date.

“We were in New York that week. Perfect,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the mall. “How did we find out we had feelings for each other?”

“You wrote a song about me,” you said with admiration in your eyes and a hand to your heart.

He gave you a look, “Really?”

“Yes, really. Come on, it’s really not difficult to believe at all,” you said with a scoff.

“Is it?” He asked as he parked and got out of the car.

You followed suit and walked towards the entrance with him.

“You write songs about every girl that’s looked at you. Of course, you wrote one about me,” you said.

“Ouch,” he said under his breath.

“You’re only saying that because I’m right,” you taunted.

“Ok, fine. I wrote a song about you. How did you find out it was about you?” He diverted.

“You played it for me, and you referenced a specific memory that happened between the two of us. So I was able to put two and two together,” you said as the two of you walked in and started walking down the first row of stores.

“And what’s the memory?” He continued.

“I’m doing all the hard work. You pick the memory,” you said, turning into one of your sister’s favorite stores.

“Does it have to be a real memory, or can I make that up?” He said as you tried to find the sweater your sister wanted.

“It probably should be real, so we can stay as close to the truth as possible,” you said.

“Alright…” he trailed off, thinking about his time spent with you. “That time we went shopping at midnight, and then you got me in that car accident.”

“It was not my fault!” You defended as you threw the sweater at him. “She’s been looking at this for weeks, and my mom couldn’t find it anywhere. She’ll love you forever.”

Shawn held up the sweater and nodded his head, “Perfect. And it was totally your fault.”

You and Shawn wandered around the mall as you helped him pick out gifts for your family. Two hours later and you walked out with four gifts and the perfectly fabricated story.

It was late by the time you got back to your apartment, plopping down on the couch, wanting to go to bed, but knowing you had nothing packed yet.

Shawn was coming over at 8:00 the next morning to ensure you had all your lies in order, so the packing had to be done now.

You slowly got up and trudged to your bedroom. You grabbed the outfit you were wearing for Christmas Eve and hung it up on your door to put on the next morning. You threw your Christmas pajamas and your Christmas Day outfit along with some other clothes into a suitcase.

After packing everything up, you sat on the edge of your bed and stared at your dresser in front of you. On top of it sat a little black box. The gift you’d picked out for Shawn weeks ago.

You had contemplated whether or not you had wanted to give it to him since the moment you ordered it. You knew he’d like it. But you didn’t want him to think it was something someone who was “more than a friend and a coworker” would give him. Even though you definitely wanted that.

You stood up and grabbed the box, opening it up to run your finger across the cool metal of the bracelet, an almost exact replica of the one he had lost when you were in New York.

You closed it back up and put it in the bag of gifts for your family. It’d make this relationship more believable. You’d at least try to convince yourself of that.

You tossed and turned all night, and so did Shawn.

He couldn’t stop stressing over how he was going to ruin this. He ran every single possibility through his head, and he just knew he was destined to somehow mess up the story.

Of course, it was incredibly hard to mess it up since most of it was true. He had fallen for you in September. It was when you were in New York. He was writing songs about you.

The small box on his nightstand seemed to be screaming at him.

You’d been complaining for months about needing a ring that matched the bracelet you wore every day. Shawn found one. And it was perfect. The perfect gift a boyfriend would give to his girlfriend, but you were only pretending, and he didn’t want you to feel weird about it.

Without letting himself regret it, he stood up, grabbed the ring and put it in the top pocket of his duffle bag.

Both of you fell asleep only a few hours before Shawn had to be at your apartment, so he showed up with two very large coffees.

Once you opened the door for him, he carried in his duffle bag and his own bag of presents.

“Merry Christmas Eve!” He said as he set his things down. “Alright, babe, let’s practice,” he said with a wink as he handed you your coffee.

“Well, thank you…honey?” You said with hesitation.

He slightly shook his head at you, “You’ve gotta commit.”

“Thank you, honey,” you said with a small smile as you sat down on the couch.

“Incredibly believable. When did I ask you out officially?” He asked, sitting across from you.

“September 12. We were in New York, and I walked in on you practicing a song you were writing. I knew it was about me after I asked you to sing it for me,” you said. “How did you know you were falling for me?”

“Well, you were the only person who would call me out on my bullshit, and I wasn’t used to people doing that. So it just drew me to you. I slowly fell for every other aspect of you,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat as you had to remind yourself this wasn’t real.

“What’s our favorite thing to do together?” He asked.

“Walks in the park with ice cream from that little shop down the street,” you said, taking a drink from your coffee. “What’s the song that’s about me?”

“Well, it hasn’t been released yet, and an artist never reveals the project before it’s done,” he said with the softest smile.

“I think we’re good,” you say with a shrug.

“I just gotta make sure I’m always near you with an arm around you or holding your hand,” he added.

“Exactly,” you said. You glanced down at the time. It was barely 9:00.

“We really didn’t have to meet this early,” you whispered.

“I know, but I was nervous,” he whispered back.

You spent the next few hours practicing random facts about each other and going over memories you had to make up while you both sprawled across the sofa.

“Do you think it’s going to look…unnatural?” Shawn asked as he sat up. “With my arm being around you. Do I look comfortable?”

He brought his arm around you, resting it on the top of the couch as you leaned slightly into his side.

“I feel like we look good,” you said, looking over at him. “Hold my hand.”

He slowly laced his fingers with yours as you both fell silent, staring down at your intertwined hands.

Shawn coughed after a moment, pulling his hand away.

“Yeah, looks good,” he said, not meeting your gaze.

You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear as you checked the time.

“If we leave now, we can get more coffee on the way there,” you said with a hopeful smile.

“Sounds fantastic to me,” he said as he stood up, turning around to help you up.

You grabbed your things and walked down to your car waiting in the parking lot. You threw your things in the back, quickly checking to make sure the box was still in the bag.

A little more than an hour and you were back home, pulling into your parents’ driveway. You parked your car and looked over at Shawn.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

You looked out your window to see your mom waiting at the door.

“Let’s do this,” you said as you got out of the car and waved to your mom. You went to grab your bags, but Shawn stopped you.

“I got it, babe,” he said, brushing you away.

You tried not to make it obvious at how shocked you were at how he was playing it up already. This might be easier than you thought.

I greeted your mom with a big smile and a hug as Shawn followed behind you with his arms filled with bags.

“Merry Christmas!” She said as she held you tight. She let you go after a moment and watched Shawn struggle.

She quickly took the two bags of gifts out of his hands, and you both had the same expression on your face.

“I can take that, Mom,” you quickly said as you grabbed your bag of gifts.

“And I can take that, no worries at all,” Shawn said with a smile.

Your mom patted him on the shoulder as you both walked into the house.

“Where is everyone?” You asked as you peaked into the living room.

“Your dad and Rachel ran to the grocery store, Aaron is meeting us at Grandma’s,” your mom explained as she shut the front door.

“Well, we’re going to go put our stuff upstairs,” you said as you gently nudged Shawn to move forward.

You slipped in front of him as you lead him to your old bedroom. You kicked the door open and set the bag down in the corner of the room.

You turned around to see Shawn beaming as he looked at the pictures that lined your walls. You slid the bags off his arms as he continued to look around your room.

“You were so cute,” he said softly as he pointed at a picture with you and your best friend in second grade.

After setting the rest of the bags down, you stood next to him, looking at the picture.

“Who’s that?” He asked as he pointed at a picture of you and your high school boyfriend.

You cringed as you reached up and tugged the picture down.

“That was supposed to be thrown away,” you said, tossing it in the trash.

“Ah, gotcha,” he said. “Now you have to fill the empty space.”

“Shawn, I don’t live here anymore,” you reminded him.

He shrugged, “Well, yeah, but still.”

For the first time, he turned around and looked at you, his eyes then drifting to your bed.

“We’re going to have to share that, aren’t we?” He said quietly.

You nodded your head, “Well, you are my boyfriend, so of course, we’d share a bed. And we don’t have a guest room.”

An awkward silence came between you two.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you said with a pat on his shoulder as you tugged him out of your room, gently lacing your hands together as you pulled him down the stairs.

You were met with your mom baking in the kitchen, finishing up cookies to bring to your grandma’s house in a few hours. Shawn leaned against the counter, and you leaned gently against his side.

“Need any help?” You asked.

Your mom simply shook her head, “Nope, I’m in the zone. Rather you did not interrupt me, dear.”

Your jaw dropped as Shawn laughed at your mom.

“We’ll just get out of your hair then,” you said a little too dramatically as you tugged Shawn into the sunroom at the back of your house.

You settled into the couch in the corner, crossing your legs and facing him as he did the same.

“How are you doing?” He whispered.

You nodded your head, “good,” you whispered back. “This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“It’s because I’m a really great boyfriend,” he said with a confident smile.

Before you could respond, the back door opened, and your dad and sister walked in with a few bags.

“Hey!” Your dad said cheerfully. You stood up and gave him a quick hug, and Shawn followed, shaking his hand.

“Nice to see you, Shawn,” he said with a small smile.

“You too, sir,” he said back.

“Well, we’ll leave you two,” Rachel said as she motioned for your dad to follow her into the kitchen.

You sat back down on the couch in your original spot, this time turning to rest your head on Shawn’s shoulder.

“Tired?” He whispered.

You nodded your head gently, “Didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Me too,” he said, settling back into the couch and pulling you with him so your head lay on his chest.

“We still have two hours,” you mumbled.

“Then nap,” Shawn whispered.

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you relaxed into him and fell asleep. It felt too real. That this was your actual boyfriend, and it was his first holiday with your family. You had to beg yourself to not believe that.

You felt someone tug on your foot, and you jolted awake, smacking your head on Shawn’s jaw as you both groaned.

You shifted up to your knees, rubbing the top of your head as you brought your hand to Shawn’s jaw.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, honey,” you said through a laugh as you traced your thumb across his jaw gently.

“Not the first time, won’t be the last,” he said as he smiled sleepily up at you.

Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t even realize what you were doing before you leaned in and kissed the side of his jaw where your head hit. You could feel his breath hitch.

“All better,” you whispered, as you pulled away, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Alright, love birds. We’re leaving for Grandma’s,” Rachel said, being the one who tugged on your foot.

You both nodded and stood up, finding your shoes and hopping into your car. You drove the short distance to your Grandma’s house as the car was silent.

“That was good,” Shawn said as he broke the silence.

“What?”

“When you kissed my jaw, that was good. As in, like. Very believable,” he stumbled over his words.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “Rachel’s a sucker for shit like that.”

The silence fell again as you pulled up and parked before making your way into your grandma’s house.

The night went exactly as it was supposed to. Shawn met all your aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents, while also being introduced to other people who showed up. You spent your night in the back corner of the couch with Shawn’s arm draped around you. You barely stood up all night, as any time you needed something, Shawn said he’d get it and would leave with a gentle pat on your knee.

Your aunt slid into his spot one of those times, giving you a look.

“Quite the gentleman, huh?” She said.

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, he’s pretty perfect.”

“How long has it been? And how come I just found out yesterday when your mom called me?” your aunt asked.

“Since September, and you know how it is. His private life has to be incredibly quiet for it to stay private,” you said.

“Are you ok with that?”

Out of all the questions you were prepared for, this wasn’t one you practiced.

“Um,” you paused. “Yeah, I am. I mean, I work for him,” you said with a chuckle. “Some people wouldn’t take that too well.”

Your aunt nodded her head, “Well, when it’s real as it is between you two, people shouldn’t even think that but that’s just how it is sometimes,” she said with a sigh. “One day.”

“One day,” you repeated, your heart beating out of your chest at how she said this was so real. You wanted to shake her and tell her it wasn’t but you wanted it to be so bad.

She stood up and went back to her spot as Shawn came back and handed you your glass of wine.

“Am I going to have to drive?” He asked with a smirk as you took another drink.

“Yep,” you said, curling into his side again.

The night flew by after everyone ate dinner and opened gifts. Everyone was eager to talk to Shawn and you about your relationship. The two of you answered every question perfectly. No one suspected a thing.

Before you knew it, Shawn was driving you home as you dozed off in the front seat. He pulled into the driveway behind your parents. He rounded the car and opened your door.

“Come on, love,” he whispered, kneeling down by your door as you looked at him.

“Do I have to?” You mumbled.

“Want me to carry you?” He said with a small smile.

You nodded your head as he turned around, and you slid onto his back. He shut the door and walked toward the back door with the rest of your family as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You heard a chorus of goodnights before you felt Shawn shut your bedroom door and set you on your bed. You laid back and shut your eyes, as you heard Shawn rustling around, presumably changing.

“Come on, [Y/N],” he said with a quiet chuckle, poking your side as he said it.

You groaned as you opened your eyes and met his gaze just inches away from you.

“You’re going to regret falling asleep in jeans,” he whispered.

You sighed as you finally got up and trudged to your bathroom. You glanced down at the bag of gifts before quickly changing and going back into your room.

“I’m going to run these downstairs real quick,” you said as you saw Shawn laying in the bed, scrolling through his phone. “Want me to grab yours?”

“No,” he said a little too quickly. “No, I can do it tomorrow morning.”

You walked downstairs quietly and rounded the living room towards the Christmas tree. You took a deep breath as you put the gifts under the tree among the rest. The box holding Shawn’s gift stayed in your hands a little too long. You hesitated before standing up and bringing the gift with you into the sunroom, setting it on the tv stand.

You went back upstairs to your room, seeing Shawn curled up in the covers with his eyes closed.

You crawled in on the opposite side, pulling the covers up and facing him.

“I didn’t get to ask you what side you usually sleep on,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

“You guessed right,” you said.

His eyes flickered open, and he smiled at you as you returned it.

With that, you closed your eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Shawn’s deep breaths.

Shawn woke up first. In fact, Shawn woke up with your head on his chest and his arm around your waist as your arm gripped his middle. He looked down at you peacefully sleeping and again reminded himself that this could never happen. You would never feel that way about him.

He gently removed your arm from him. You shuffled away, turning the opposite direction and burying your head in the pillow, not waking up.

Shawn breathed a sigh of relief as he stood up and grabbed his gifts, tiptoeing downstairs.

He set your family’s gifts among the rest and held the small box that held yours in his hands. Without letting himself think too much, he set it at the very back of the tree.

He stood up to see your brother leaning against the doorway.

“Merry Christmas,” Aaron said as he moved to sit on the couch.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas,” Shawn said back, sitting across from him.

Aaron motioned to the tree with his head, “What did you get her?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Shawn said.

Before Aaron could pry further, you walked into the room and sat down next to Shawn as he moved his arm to wrap around you and kissed the side of your head.

“Morning,” you mumbled.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

You smiled up at him, “Merry Christmas.”

“Coffee, anyone?” Your dad asked as he peaked into the living room. Everyone said yes as he started brewing a pot as Rachel and your mom made their way into the living room.

Your dad brought everyone a mug as presents were started.

Your family all loved their gifts from Shawn, commending him on how well he did, and continuously saying he didn’t have to bring anything.

The gifts dwindled down as Shawn watched the box get closer and closer. Finally, it was the only present left.

“Who’s that for?” Rachel asked as your mom grabbed it.

“[Y/N],” she said as she handed it to you.

You turned to look at Shawn, “You got me something?” You said quietly.

Shawn nodded his head as he grabbed the box from your mom.

“Yours is in the other room,” you whispered.

“Want to go over there?” He asked.

“We’re going to go, uh-“ you stuttered.

“Just in the other room,” Shawn finished.

“Yeah, to open ours,” you said with a nod.

Everyone shrugged their shoulders and nodded as you stood up and tugged Shawn to the sunroom, grabbing the box off the stand and settling into the couch.

“Who’s going first?” He asked.

“You can,” you said, the nerves setting in.

Shawn carefully unwrapped the box and pulled off the top.

“Oh my God,” he said under his breath. “How did you...I can’t believe-“ he was speechless as he traced his finger across the cool metal of the bracelet.

“It’s the same one, well almost,” you told him. “I somehow found that place in Thailand and had them send me one.”

“[Y/N], I don’t know what to say,” he said as he looked at you.

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to control the heat rising to your cheeks.

Without another word, Shawn handed you your gift.

You hesitated before unwrapping it and then opening the top.

You gasped as you looked at the ring staring back at you.

“Shawn,” you said slowly as you took the ring out. You slid it on your finger carefully. “It matches,” you said with a small smile as you looked down at it.

“I know you’ve been wanting one that matches your mom’s bracelet, and then I found that one,” he said.

Silence fell between you two as the realization hit both of you.

“Shawn,” you said slowly, looking up at him. “This isn’t a gift you give your coworker.”

“Neither is this,” he whispered back.

You went quiet again, not being able to look at him again.

“What if I don’t want you to just be my coworker?” He whispered as his voice shook.

You looked up at him, finally. He looked nervous.

“What if I want the same thing?” you whispered back.

“Then Andrew isn’t going to be too happy,” Shawn responded.

You both smiled, leaning in closer and closer.

“But who cares what he thinks,” he whispered before finally pressing his lips against yours.

Sparks flew as Shawn leaned back and you followed, resting your hand on his cheek as he deepened the kiss. After a few moments, Shawn carefully pulled away.

“I could kiss you all day and more, but I don’t think your parents want to see that,” he said with a smile before you pressed another quick kiss to his lips.

“I know it sucks, but I’m glad your flight was canceled,” you said as you curled back into his side, this time it was real.

Shawn rested his head against yours after pressing a kiss to your head.

“Me too.”

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