Original Magcon Imagines

Strings Attached - Shawn Mendes

Song for this imagine: Crazy - Shawn Mendes ;)

~Kia's POV~

I lay down on my couch, watching No Strings Attached by myself. I lay down, cuddling with a pillow, pretending that it was Shawn that I was cuddling with. I sigh as I realize I could never have a relationship like Emma and Adam in the movie. I wish I was Emma and Shawn was Adam. But the movie doesn't happen in real life. It's a story, a fiction.

A knock suddenly interrupt my thoughts and the movie. I sit down, wrapping the blanket around my body. I reach for the TV remote and pause the movie. I stand up from the couch and walk towards the door. Another knock echo around the house. I kept my pace of being lazy lady I am today. I place my hand on the knob and slowly open the door. There stood on the other side of the door was my 5 years crush, Shawn Mendes.

Shawn and I have been best friends since grade 3 when I moved to a new town. Grade 7 is when I started to have feelings for him. I don't know what he feels about me though. Everytime I tried to talk about my feelings towards him, he would always just blow me off, telling me how good of a friend we are. He would always place me on a friend zone. I don't blame him though. I mean, who would like a girl like me. Shawn's the meaning of perfection while I'm the meaning of worthlessness. He is flawless. But for me, everywhere you look, all you will see are flaws. I don't even know why Shawn can survive being with an imperfection person like me. He eventually did though, but he will get tired of me soon. I could feel it.

"Kia? Are you ok?" I heard Shawn asks, as he snaps his fingers in front of me, making me snap out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, shaking my head as I looked down to my hands, feeling embarrass. "What are you doing here, anyways?"

"Just want to hang out with my bestie," he responds, cheerfully.

See what I mean! He would always call me his best friend because we are actually one.

"I can't, I'm busy," I say, shrugging my shoulders.

He looks up from my feet and to my head. He smirks at me. I sigh, leaning my head back. I walk backwards and open the door wider. He let out a slight giggle, making my heart flutter. He enters my house, sitting down on the couch. I close the door and sit down on the edge of the couch.

"What are you doing that keeps you busy?" he asks, resting his feet on the coffee table.

"Not you, that's for sure," I whisper to myself but he heard me.

He turns to look at me, with wide eyes.

"You have a guy in here, don't you?" he shouts, standing up from the couch. "And you're naked under that blanket."

"I don't have a guy in here," I reply, with an eyebrow raise. "I didn't have sex with anyone. And this blanket is warm and cozy. I'm not naked."

"So, that means, you're still a virgin?" he pouts, looking down on the ground.

"I'm sorry?" I reply, confuse. "I'm just waiting to lose my virginity to my soul mate. I'm not a slutty hoe like the girls you sleep with every fucking day."

"And who's going to be that soul mate of yours?" he asks, not even moving his feet towards me.

"I don't know, my best friend, maybe," I mumble, looking down at the floor.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asks again.

Damn it! He heard me.

"Nothing," I reply, shaking my head as I make my way to the kitchen. "Do you want a drink?"