The Boy Next Door (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Dreaming

*Rebecca*

I was walking towards Shawn's house when he came out of his house and started walking towards me. My steps sped up until I was literally 4 inches from him.

I tried to keep my voice calm. "Why would you not want to be friends anymore?"

He sighed. "I want to be friends, I just, can't tell you something. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. Why does he keep telling me that? "Why? Why can't you tell me and take a risk once in a while? Be vulnerable. Be open. Be brave."

"I'm sorry. I just can't," he made a face, like he was hurt.

I raised my voice. I was getting annoyed. And frustrated. "WHY? I don't understand what is so important! I tell you almost everything about me!"

He looked at me. "Almost?"

Oh no. I realized my mistake. Why do I have to say these things?

I blushed. "Well, some things are meant to be kept."

He frowned at me. "So you're always yelling at me, telling me you can't trust me, when you're no better! You go on and on about trust and true friends, but you never follow your own advice. You never have."

My face turned red, but not because I was blushing. I was mad. "How can you say that? YOU go on and on about being open and vulnerable in the songs you write, but you never are! You hide your feelings from people because your afraid you'll get hurt. You even hide them from me! But I've always been there, trying to get you to open up. I don't know why, because you never will!"

He balled his hands into fists at his sides. "THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"

I looked at him in shock. I don't know why I was still here. I guess, only because I loved him too much to leave.

I almost screamed in his face. "You want to know why? Because you are my BEST FRIEND! I care about you too much to leave and not try and get you to follow your own advice. I care too much to let you live like that!"

I pivoted on my heel and stormed off to my house. The blood was pumping in my ears so bad I didn't think I could hear anything. But I heard one thing.

"I'm in love with you!"

I stopped walking in shock, slowly turning around. "What?" I asked breathlessly.

He had a sort of relieved smile on his face. "I'm in love with you. That's what I was hiding."

It took me a minute to understand what he was saying. He loved me. Oh my god. I had been waiting to hear that for so long, dreaming that one day, maybe, he would say it to me. And I would say it back.

I slowly took a few steps toward him. "I-I'm in love with you, too."

He smiled bigger, and I smiled too, a little shyly. I took slow steps toward him, until I was in front of him.

He took my hands and held them in front of me. He grinned at the ground, then set his hands on my waist. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and we both grinned like idiots. This was actually happening. I looked up at him, and his eyes flicked from my eyes to my mouth. He leaned down ever so slightly, and I leaned up until our lips were almost touching. We waited a few seconds, then he leaned down just a little bit more, and it finally happened. Shawn Mendes, my best friend, the boy next door, kissed me.