Shawn Mendes Imagines

Accident

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"I had the best day," Shawn exclaims, turning around but continuing to walk backwards on the sidewalk beside the busy street, which didn't seem that busy at this time. "No homework except for an assignment I didn't finish, but I'm almost done with it anyways."

"Congrats," you laugh, gripping your American History binder tighter to your chest as you walk behind him. His house was close to your school, so the two of you decided to walk the three miles instead of just driving, since you needed the exercise anyway. You were going over there to study for a test you had tomorrow in AH.

"Did Ava talk to you?" you ask out of curiosity, walking up beside him so you were no longer struggling not to step on his feet.

"A little," he smiles slightly, but it was fake. "I don't really think I like her that much."

"Why?"

"Speaking of crushes, has Gavin finally grown some balls and asked you out?" he asks you, changing the topic. You throw your head back and laugh, shaking your head no.

"It's not gonna happen," you say. "He doesn't like me like that."

"Yes he does," he argues. "He totally does."

"Gavin and I are just good friends. It's like you and me. We aren't going to date, are we?"

"Well we're both interested in other people," he explains. "If that weren't true, perhaps we would."

You roll your eyes as you approach the end of the sidewalk, where the intersection was. You needed to get to the other side, so you pressed the crosswalk button and waited.

You knew Gavin didn't like you like that. It wasn't an insecurity-- you were entirely positive.

"He was checking you out in French," your best friend didn't seem to want to drop the topic, "And he gave you his chips at lunch."

"So?"

"So!! I wouldn't give my chips to someone if I didn't like them!"

"He doesn't hate me, you know," you bite your lip, still laughing. "And giving someone chips has nothing to do with your feelings toward them."

"Whatever," he points his finger at you. "I'm right. I know it."

"Mkay. Whatever you say."

"How long have we been waiting at this damn crosswalk?" he finally drops the subject, leaning up against the post beside you.

"The light isn't changing, but there's no cars," you point out. The street was entirely empty, and it was only a two-lane intersection. You knew you could cross it in two seconds if you run.

"Whatever, let's just wait," he sighs.

"I'm not gonna wait ten years, come on," you grab his sleeve, pulling him to the edge of the curb.