don't forget s.m✔️

three

amanda;

someone tell me why my eyesight is getting blurry.
is this even for real?
i spent so much time driving over here and am not going to let some slight nausea and dizziness, tunnel vision and headache get in the way.
i continue listening to stitches, which he nails. shawn is just so amazing.
so so amazing.
soo soooo amazing.
soooo amaz-

i wake up to bright lights and a pounding head.
where am i?
last thing i knew was that i was listening to shawn's amazing angelic heavenly awesome voice.
speaking of shawn- why is this guy standing right over me?
and why does he look exactly like shawn mendes?
does he have a secret twin or something?
wait.
lazy eye. dimples. smile. muscles. brown eyes. brown hair.
hey- this is shawn!
i think i'm going to go cry in a corner.

my train of thoughts cuts off by a "hello, how are you feeling?"
sounds exactly like him too.
"shawn?" i question with hope. my tears are about to leave me eyes.
my idol is right here!
right here!
wait where?
am i in a hospital or?
"yes?" he responds.
my heart skips a beat.
i instantly wrap my arms around him in a tight hug.
"where am i? how are you here?" i ask as the questions come back to me.
"we saw you passed out on the floor after my concert, so andrew and i brought you to the hospital," he replies.
is it wrong to feel happy about me passing out?
"nice to meet you sexy- i mean shawn. so nice to meet you," i stumble on words.
now he's gonna be freaked out.
thanks a lot, self.
"you too-"he starts.
"amanda." i finish with a laugh.
he starts laughing along.

gosh his laugh is so hot.