For Worse or For Better (Shawn Mendes)

Just Friends

You said you were just friends.
-Gavin DeGraw

I toss another rock as hard as I can. It bounces off his window sill with a crack. I know he can hear them, it's the nineteenth rock that I've thrown. But he refuses to open the window.

So I'm just going to throw until he opens the window.

And I know he will eventually.

Because I know he wants to.

I toss the thirtieth rock and Shawn opens the window, an annoyed look on his face.

"It's about time," I huff.

He slumps onto the window sill. "I figured by the thirtieth rock that you weren't going to stop until I opened the window. What do you want Sky?"

"Shawn I-" I stop myself. "Wait...were you counting the rocks?"

Shawn finally looks at me. "No." I raise my eyebrows. "Maybe." I stare at him. "Well...yea."

I frown and my shoulders slump. "Shawn, I need you to talk to me. I want to be friends, but we can't be if-"

"That's just it, Sky! I don't want to be friends. And I can't see why you would want to be after hurting me as much as you did!"

I ignore his first comment and say, "What do you mean?"

"I saw you, Sky! I saw you hugging that boy on your lawn. I heard you tell him you loved him. I was coming to talk to you. So that's okay. I'm okay. Obviously you're okay. It's okay. I was wrong about me. About you. About us. Very wrong. So just....forget about it. It doesn't matter anymore. I was wrong."

And then I start laughing. And I can't stop.

I see Shawn looking at me, shaking his head.

"And you're laughing. I hate you, Skylar Healy!"

He goes to slam the window but I stop him. "No, Shawn! Wait..." I gather my composure. "That's Miles. He's been my best friend for seven years. And he has a girlfriend. And lives in New York. He's not...we're not..."

Shawn's face breaks into an expression of such relief that my heart zaps with electricity.

And then Shawn is next to me, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh God, Sky, I didn't-I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's okay, Shawn. I would've thought the same thing."

He smiles, but I'm now frowning. "But...what did you mean 'I don't want to be friends?'"

Shawn coughs into his sleeve and refuses to look me in the eye. "I don't want to be just friends, Sky. I-I want to be more than 'just friends.'"

For a second I just stare at him, not sure what to say.

And then, as I had guessed, my mind knows exactly what it wants to say.

And it's obviously been collaborating with my heart.

"Well, that's good, Shawn, because I had come here to tell you the same thing."

When Shawn slowly lifts his head and catches my eye, I can't help but smile.

He's the most adorable kid ever.

How did I ever hate him?

Because I thought he was a jerk.

But he's not a jerk.

Well, maybe he is. But he's my jerk.

Shawn's brown eyes lock on mine, and all of his emotions pass through my body.

"God, you're beautiful, Sky." He says, shaking his head. "I guess that's what stumped me the most when I met you. I found myself liking you from the minute I saw you. Maybe I just didn't know it at first."

I smirk a little. "Do you know it now?"

"Hell yea."

And then his lips are on mine, my heart erupting out of my chest.

His fingers intertwine with mine next to our bodies, my other hand playing with his hair.

His other hand rests on my hip, gripping it extremely tightly, his concentration on my lips.

My mouth moves perfectly with his, our tongues teasing each other, moving around in each other's mouths.

I've never felt anything close to as amazing as this.

Never done anything as wonderful.

Accidentally, our tongues mash together, but neither of us move them. We just keep them there, pressed against each other, a perfect feeling coursing through my veins.

My breath rumbles in my throat and I put a hand on Shawn's chest.

He slowly pulls away and laughs. "I know," he sighs, "too bad we have to breathe."

A/N-omg I think that was the most fun thing I've ever written. That kiss tho😍 thanks for reading guys! Please please please vote and comment.