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anya woke up with a jolt, well, that and a major headache. how much did she drink last night? she groans to herself, trying to turn around to check the time, but completely unable to move; held down by a set of strong arms. her eyes go wide immediately, and she lets out a high pitched scream, realising that she's completely nude underneath the warm duvet.

she then notices the curly brown hair, the slightly burnt skin, the tattoo on the back of his bicep, and the hand that's wrapped around her with the ever so familiar bird tattoo.

"get off, get off, get off!" she screams, shoving his asleep body off of her, feeling the shock envelope her body. her combined movement and screaming, makes shawn wake up, and move his hand to her mouth with a grunt.

"shut up," he mutters, his eyes closing again, as he tries to doze off.

"no! get out!" she screams, escaping his hold, and pulling the duvet off him completely, covering her naked frame with it instead.

"hey!" shawn yells, sitting up and looking straight at the unknown girl. he lays his eyes on the brunette, and he looks like he's seen a ghost. "oh shit."

"get out of my apartment!" she yells once more. "now shawn! just get out!"

"what a warm good morning," he mutters to himself, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, pulling his boxers on, followed by his jeans from last night, doing them up. "aren't we gonna talk about this?"

"no! we fucked each other, that's it! now get out!" she says, sticking her foot out of the duvet, and giving his body a shove. "and put a shirt on!"

"yeah, one problem," shawn says, holding up his shirt that's now in two pieces.

"oh for god sake, i don't care, you live next door, just leave," she groans, flopping back down onto the bed.

"so no money for me to buy a new shirt? wow i see how it is, you probably ripped it," he mutters to himself, pulling his boots on, and tumbling out of her room. "no advil either? i love the service here!"

"fuck off!" anya shouts back at him, feeling around for something for herself to wear. she pulls a silk robe from the chair next to her bed, and quickly ties it around her body, before leaving the bedroom, and seeing shawn opening the cupboards in her kitchen. "shawn! get out!"

"i don't have any advil at home," he tells her, opening up another cabinet. "really anya? handcuffs?" shawn pulls out a set of handcuffs from a drawer, making anya's cheeks flush, as she shrugs and folds her arms.

"every good girl has a pair," she says innocently, making shawn roll his eyes with a chuckle, before he finds the medicine cabinet. he finds the advil, popping a pill out, and quickly putting it in his mouth, before grabbing a glass from the drainer, filling it up with water, and taking a long gulp to swallow the pill down.

"thanks anya," shawn calls, walking to the front door of the condo. "see you whenever!"

"leave!" she yells back, bringing her hand to her forehead, and cursing to herself.

"great service! i'm gonna leave a five star review on trip advisor!" he shouts sarcastically through the door, before scoffing to himself, and shutting the door firmly, heading straight into his condo, but then realising he doesn't have keys. "fuck," he mumbles to himself, pacing about and wandering what to do. he could call someone, but they might not be awake. he could call his mom, but it's a long drive from pickering. he could call the fire services, and let them break in, but that's wasting their time. he could just stay in a hotel for today, but there's no point of that when he doesn't even have a shirt with him.

or, he could climb over the boundary of anya's apartment, which splits the upper terrace between his apartment, and hers.

meanwhile, anya is sitting at the kitchen counter, her head in her hands wandering about what she did wrong. she feels the tears prick at her eyes, and she lets a few roll down her cheeks. how was i so stupid?

he shrugs to himself, walking back to anyas door, and knocking down firmly on it. anya sighs to herself, before wiping her cheeks, and walking to the door to answer to whoever is there. she opens up the door, and rolls her eyes when she sees shawn.

"what do you want?" she groans, folding her arms and leaning her weight on one leg.

"i locked myself out- holy shit, are you crying?" shawn asks suddenly, noticing her red, glassy eyes, as he grows more concerned.

"no, i'm laughing," she says sarcastically, opening the door wider, and letting shawn walk in. "just do whatever you have to do, i don't care."

"why are you crying?"

"shawn, just leave it-"

"no, i'm not doing what i have to do, until you tell me what's wrong," he says to her firmly, crossing his arms. "you're obviously upset about something, but what could make you cry in five minutes? i literally just left, and you were fine-"

"i slept with you, okay?" she bursts, making shawn jump slightly. "i did the one thing i told myself i would never, ever do in my life," she says sadly to him, looking down at the floor.

"anya-"

"no, i don't want to hear it," she sighs. "just jump over or whatever, i need to have a shower." shawn lets out a long sigh, before nodding and walking through her apartment, opening the doors to the terrace, hearing anya mumble a few things to herself. "well done for telling yourself you wouldn't sleep with self conceited idiots," she mutters softly, walking back to her room, thinking shawn didn't hear a word.

but he heard every single one, and he didn't realise how much it hurt to hear that come out of her mouth.

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shawn eventually found his way back into his condo, and immediately went straight back to bed. he was exhausted; the combined jet lag and hangover wasn't exactly the best thing to have in the morning. he would be off again soon though, travelling to europe for a range of festivals, and his 20th birthday, but it was good to have some time in toronto at least.

he settled down on his bed, thoughts swarming his mind immediately. what made anya hate him so much? he couldn't exactly understand why she had this weird hatred for him, since he's done nothing to her to harm her in the slightest, so why was there so much hate between them? why did he hate her? why did shawn feel like anya was the worst person to be stuck with on earth?

shawn sighed loudly, pulling the duvets around him, before settling back into his sleep, not wanting to be awoken anytime soon.

"hey," anya answers her door, seeing two of her friends, jasmine and poppy, standing there, holding iced coffees and a bag of mc donald's.

"oh my god, i love you guys," anya says, greeting them with hugs, and helping them with the food.

"wait missy," poppy says to anya, stopping her from taking an iced coffee. "you tell us what happened last night, and then you get the food. we saw you go home with shawn."

"we live in the same building," anya says sarcastically, reaching for the bag, but her hand being slapped away by jasmine.

"the truth, anya."

"there's nothing else to it! we were both drunk and walked home together," she complains, lying. "now give me some food, i'm hungry!"

"what's that hickey on your neck, then?" jasmine places her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at anya.

"fine!" anya finally gives in, sitting down at the kitchen counter. "we might have hooked up last night."

"you might have?" poppy asks with a chuckle, letting anya grab an iced coffee. "oh no."

"you guys were responsible, right?" jasmine asks her carefully, as anya nods in response.

"yeah, there was a condom in the bathroom bin," she sighs softly, taking a sip of her coffee. "how did i sleep with him?"

"well you were grinding on him last night but let's not get into that now," poppy shrugs. "it was only a hookup, anya. don't get too stressed over it."

"yeah seriously, don't. there's no point to worry about it. it's done, you've got it over and done with, don't worry," jasmine adds. "both of you will forget about it, and you'll be back to insulting each other in no time. seriously, don't worry."

"i guess," anya shrugs, taking a long sip of her coffee, and sighing in bliss after. "i'm gonna go change into something quickly," she mumbles, looking at the robe that she wears, before escaping into her bedroom, and finding a t-shirt and pair of spandex to wear. she gets dressed quickly, before taking the sheets off of her bed, wanting nothing more than to wash all the evidence of shawn away from her apartment. even her sheets smelt like him. she then put fresh sheets on the bed, before balling up the old sheets to put in the wash.

as she walked out of her bedroom, she felt her foot step down onto something cold and pointy. she yelped slightly, before crouching down and picking the item up, examining the keys.

shawns keys.