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background: You’ve been friends with Shawn, as well as Cory, since your best friend Topanga introduced you to them. You immediately hit it off, and the four of you have been friends ever since. But recently, you’ve realized that you might have feelings for Shawn.
pronouns used: she/her
warning: none
author’s note: i know it took me a while but here is part III. this isn’t really edited, i wanted to get this out as soon as possible. unlike the other 2 parts, this part is entirely in your p.o.v. if you haven’t already, please read part one and part two so you’re caught up! there will be a part IV, so stay tuned and enjoy!
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“Y/N! Shawn’s at the door for you!”
I didn’t want to see him let alone talk to him. But I also didn’t want to talk to my parents about why I didn’t want to.
“Can you tell him to come up here?”
“Hey…”
“Hey.”
“You know, I didn’t actually think that you’d want to talk to me,” he laughed.
I looked down as I answered. “I didn’t...”
He sighs as he says, “Look, I’m real sorry Y/N/N–”
“Alright.”
He steps closer to me. “I mean it. I-I shouldn’t have left you alone-”
“Is that why you think I’m mad at you?”
“Well, that and…” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and mumbled, “...not looking for you.”
“...Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay?”
“What do you want me to say?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “C’mon Y/N…”
“No, seriously, how did you expect this to go?” I started. “What you did wasn’t an accident: it was a choice. It was your choice to ask me instead of the girl you actually wanted to be with. It was your choice to leave me without saying anything. And it was your choice to spend the night with the girl you wanted to go with.”
He’s visibly nervous. His hands are deep in his pockets, he’s rocking back and forth, and he’s staring at the ground. I wonder if he can feel my eyes on him. A part of me wanted to feel bad for making him uncomfortable, but that feeling quickly went away when I remembered what Topanga told me on our way home that night.
“It wasn’t the fact that you left me to go hookup with someone that made me mad, I mean that was part of it, but I would have just let that go…Do you want to know what really hurt me?”
Shawn slowly looks up at me, his eyes bearing into mine.
“Cory and Topanga went looking for us because we had “disappeared”. Topanga found you, and when she told you that she couldn’t find me, you said you were “preoccupied” and brushed it off like it was no big deal.”
“Y/N/N I swear, I-I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t mean it.”
“Why would you even say something like that to begin with? Especially about someone that you call your best friend?”
He adverted his eyes, he couldn’t even look at me.
Good.
“I could’ve been in that bathroom with Leonardo DiCaprio, and I would still would have left to go find you. Because that’s what you do when you care about someone…Do you even care about me, Shawn?”
I hated the fact that my voice cracked, but I was seriously a few words away from crying, and I didn’t want to look at him anymore.
“Of course I do,” he replied. I could feel his hesitance as he made his way closer to me. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am about the things that I said, the things that I did. I was caught up in a moment and I wasn’t listening. And I-I know that’s not an excuse and I’m not trying to say it is. It was stupid, I was stupid. And wrong, so, so wrong. I shouldn’t have left you without saying anything, and I should have been there for you, I know. No one should feel like they’re not wanted…”
He brought his hand up to my face, turning it to face him.
“…especially you.”
We stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes in silence, until he wrapped his arm around me and joked: “…and I should know, neither of my parents wanted me.”
“Shawn…”
“Okay, I know, I shouldn’t joke about that, but still. I care about you so much, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you, you gotta believe that. And I’ll do anything, and I mean anything, to make it up to you…”
I just looked at him. I didn’t really know what to say.
“I-I don’t want to be the reason I lose you, Y/N/N.”
background: You’ve been friends with Shawn, as well as Cory, since your best friend Topanga introduced you to them. You immediately hit it off, and the four of you have been friends ever since. But recently, you’ve realized that you might have feelings for Shawn.
pronouns used: she/her
warning: none
author’s note: when it says “your p.o.v” or “topanga’s p.o.v”, it’s more so of the narrator describing their p.o.v. if that makes sense. this is a three-parter, so read part one if you haven't already!
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your p.o.v
You stayed outside, talking about nothing until the party was over. The three of them (Cory, Topanga, and Y/N) start making their way home. Topanga left first, seeing as her house was only a couple blocks away. You started walking in the direction of your house, but Cory pulled you the other way.
C'mon, I'll walk you home.
Cor, you don't need to do that...
I know, but I want to. And it's the least I could do.
meanwhile
shawn's p.o.v.
Wow-ie.
What. A. Night.
That gorgeous blonde just couldn't get enough of him. He made his way outside in a dream-like state with a smile on his face (ooh, that rhymed!). When he got outside, his friends weren't there, in fact almost everyone had left. Shawn was confused; they usually all leave together. A chill gust of wind reminded him of what Topanga said earlier...
Y/N. Omg, he was supposed to bring her home! If Mr. Y/L/N didn't hate him before, he definitely was going to hate Shawn now. But where was she?
A phone, he needed a phone. So he started running to the nearest payphone before he realized–he had just run by Topanga's house. All the lights were off, except for the porch light, but he decided to knock anyway: no answer.
He made it to the payphone and decides to call the Y/L/N residence. I mean, she was definitely home, right? But again, no answer. Shawn's last hope was Cory, and thank god his best friend picked up.
Hello?
Cor, it's me, listen-
Well, hello to you too Shawn. How was the party? Did you have fun?
Cory...
I heard that you had a lot of fun actually. You wanna know who didn't have a lot of fun? The girl that you asked to go with you to the party. Or did you forget about that?
I didn't forget, I was just...preoccupied. B-but that's not why I was calling. I just wanted to know if she got home safe. I tried her house and no one picked up, and I was worried that-
So now you're worried...
Ouch. That felt like a knife right through the heart. Of course he cared about Y/N. She was one of his best friends, she was always there for him...but he wasn't always there for her, now was he?
Look, I'll admit it, I acted like a jerk tonight...actually more than a jerk–
A super-jerk
A super-jerk–
No, more like a mega-jerk
Okay, okay a mega-jerk
Actually–
Cory!
Okay, alright I'll let you finish.
But can you please tell me that she got home okay? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she didn't.
...Yeah, she did, I walked her home. Her dad was a bit confused, but I told him you stayed back to help clean up and you didn't want Y/N to get home past curfew.
