fan account // s.m

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alexandra thompson

so many things were running through my mind as i was walking up to him. the biggest question was, where's vanessa?

i finally walked up to shawn, and there i was, standing directly in front of him and i just stared. i looked up at him, and didn't do anything but look. i examined his features in person for the first time and i could not believe what i was seeing.

he looked the same, but he was real. he was right in front of me, and for a brief moment he was just another kid to me. he wasn't famous, he wasn't THE shawn mendes, he was just shawn.

then, he got my attention. "so, do you want a picture or..."

"oh! yeah! of course, uh sorry..." i didn't realize that i was just staring at him. i hugged him, and i told him how much i loved him and how i have met a best friend because of him, and then we took a picture.

"that's cool, what's your friend's name?" shawn asked me.

"vanessa! have you met her yet? she's supposed to be here.. oh! i'm going to text her." still in front of shawn, i texted vanessa that i just met him. i also asked her where she was at. right after that, shawn's phone went off. the he replied something, and my phone went off.

the text read, "right in front of you." i turned around, nobody. looked to my left, nobody. on my right, also nobody. but straight in front of me was shawn. my eyes widened and my jaw dropped.

i'm best friends with shawn mendes. "oh my GOD! so that's why i got pictures that i have never seen of you! and that's why 'she' never sent me pictures or talked to me on the phone or facetimed me! that's why she got here this morning! because SHE is YOU?!"

he smiled, and told me that it really was him, and then security made me go to my seat for the concert because i was at the meet and greet too long. i didn't know what to say.

shawn had a secret fan account. a secret name, and he gave me his phone number and posed as a teenage girl so he could talk to me. but why? i wasn't special. i was just one of his millions of fans.

the concert began, and i was still in complete shock. it didn't really hit me what happened, until the end of the concert.

*concert ended*

i got a text from "vanessa" in other words, shawn. he said to meet him back at the VIP area, that he would let me in. i went back there, and he let me in just like he said.

"why?" i asked him, looking at the ground. not sad, i just wasn't looking at him.

"because you're different. you aren't like all the other fans! there are only a few fans like you, and i wanted to talk to you without you freaking out on me like everyone else. and the only way to do that, was to have a secret fan account."

i smiled. i felt like he was really being honest with me. "so," he smile as well. "wanna hang out with some of the guys tomorrow?"

"oh my god YES!" i said, accidentally freaking out. "i mean uh," i straightened myself and put my hands to my side casually. "yeah, whatever dude." and then shawn and i started laughing so hard it sounded like we were dying.

then i realized a big, big problem. "shawn?" i said. "little problem."

"what is it?"

"ikindaamnotreallyallowedtobeonsocialmediasoimadeasecretaccountandicanttellmymom."

"you what?"

"okay," i sighed. "i said, i kinda am not really allowed to be on social media. so i have a secret account and i can't tell my mom. how am i supposed to have just magically met you and now i'm going to hang out with you and other famous boys and just casually have bumped into you?"

"i could have seen you in the crowd."

"my mom won't fall for it. plus, you and i both know that doesn't happen."

"wait! say when you met me at the meet and greet, you jokingly gave me your phone number and i actually texted you?" he suggested. not bad shawn, not bad.

"yeah i think that will work!" my phone started ringing. shit. i forgot to text my mom, she's probably called the swat team by now. i answered the phone. "hey mom. no, i'm fine. i forgot i'm sorry! you'll NEVER guess what happened! okay so at the meet and greet i gave shawn my number and he actually texted with me and i'm backstage with him right now and he wants me to go with him and hang out with him and the boys tomorrow!"

i stopped talking because i was literally out of breath from talking so much. she said that she was on her way to pick me up and we would talk about that later. i said okay, and we hung up. i told shawn i had to leave and i went to where my mom's car would be. i went on my phone, but i didn't tweet about what happened, because if i did then it would be totally crazy between the fans and i don't want to do that to shawn.

my mom picked me up, and i asked her about tomorrow. "alex, you're only 16. and what is cameron, like 20?" i talk about the boys too much if she knows how old they are. whoops.

"well yeah but i'm going with shawn who is also sixteen. just nash, cam, matt, and i think jack and jack will be there, not like a swarm of fifty year old pedophiles." i tried to convince my mom that this was a good idea.

"alright.. but you better answer me if i call or text you."

"thank you thank you! i will! love you, mom."

"love you too, alex."

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when we got home, i texted shawn the good news. he said that we could meet at cam and nash's apartment and he would tell me the address tomorrow morning.

alena was right, the internet really is unpredictable.