Shawn's POV
I texted Lacey yesterday, hoping maybe we could meet up and I could apologize.
And somehow try and confess to lying without spilling why I did it.
I guess she doesn't want to hear from me.
I guess I can't blame her.
I'm an asshole.
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Lacey's POV
I watch as the carry my mom away in a black body bag and weep.
What am I supposed to do?
My phone dings again and I answer it this time.
It's Shawn.
I have four texts from him and a voicemail.
I read the texts:
I know you're mad but we really need to talk. Asap. I'll explain later.
C'mon, Lace. I need tot tell you something important.
Seriously?
C'mon, I know I fucked up. If you meet me at the park around 7 then I'll give you a really good explaination.
Please meet me? I'm sorry.
I don't bother listening to the voicemail and text him back.
Fine. This better be a good one. See you at 7.
I curl up in bed, set an alarm for 6:50 and cry, longing for the warm embrace of my loving mother.
Sure, she was busy a lot but that doesn't mean I don't love her. Sure, most of my teen years I thought she was the most embarrassing thing on planet Earth, but don't we all think our parents can be emabarrassing?
I regret it now more than ever.
I fall asleep with my tear stained pillow damp against my face and my head aching from crying too much.
I'm sorry, Mom. I love you.
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giving lessons in sex | shawn mendes
Fanfiction"Tell me what you want, Lacey." he whispers from in between my thighs as I turn my head to the side and moan. "I want you to keep going." I whimper, and place my hand on his head. "Keep going." He grins at me devilishly and does indeed, keep going. ...
