here i am sitting in the office of the lady that wants to pay me to "pretend date" shawn mendes. who even does that? like hell yeah i wanna do it, the money would be needed and it'll be a great story to tell later so why not? but can you actually believe this? you see, i was going to his show with one of my friends. no big deal, i like his music, simple as that. but then next thing you know some big bad security guard is guiding me to the stage area.
and now here i am. being asked to fool millions of teenage girls into thinking im dating a famous singer. but me being me the word slipped my mouth without being thought through.
"yes."
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hired // shawnmendes
Fanfiction"stop doing that!" "doing what?" "acting like you like being with me one second and acting like you hate me the next!" "i think you forget you're the one who gets paid to do this." (lowercase intended!) SEQUEL IS POSTED, ITS CALLED LEARN!! disclaim...
