Best Friend (Shawn Mendes)

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I'm glad it's warm, sneaking out when it's cold sucks. It takes about 3 minutes to walk to Christian's house. Before I step into the driveway, I get a text.

C: open the gate and come in through the back.

I look up to the fence, then to the gate. I follow to a door where Christian is standing in the middle of. For some reason I get the urge to run and hug him, I don't know why.

I jog and hug him, he lifts me up a bit. I embrace him and smile, breathing in his scent.

I step down and look at his pretty green eyes, "hey," I say softly.

He chuckles, "hi," he says and puts his hand to my back, moving me in, and closing the door quietly. He puts his index finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.

I smile as he turns his back and grabs my hand, leading me away. We tip toe upstairs, and into what must be his room.

Slowly, we enter. I look around at his artsy room, light grey walls, paintings and pictures all over. I love this.

"My mom's room is downstairs so we don't have to whisper anymore, haha," he says, letting go of my hand and walking across the room.

I look around, but sit on the bed. He walks over to his dresser and grabs a small polka dot bag. I smile, it's for me.

"Thank you..." I say even though I haven't opened it yet.

He chuckles and hands it to me, sitting next to me. I start opening it, and look at him. His eyes seem to pop more even though it's only a lamp light in here.

Inside the bag, is a baby blue Polaroid camera. My mouth drops, I've always wanted one of these.

"Oh my god, I can finally be tumblr!" I say and laugh.

"Thank you, again," I say and hug him. It's a sitting hug, but it's still amazing. I inhale his scent again, just as good as the first time. My nose is happy.

I pull away and pick up the thing, point it at him. He strikes a highly attractive face and I take the picture. It prints out and we laugh about it, but he looks great.

I put it on his dresser, then stand and get on my phone. No messages, good. Don't need the boys on my ass about this. Especially Shawn.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie..." He says as I shut off my phone.

I look up and walk back to the bed, "sounds like a plan. What movie?" I ask.

He stands, holds up three movie cases.

"Pretty Woman, The Conjuring, or Titanic," he says. "All I could find in this fuckin house," he says laughing.

"Oh man, I love scary movies but I'm gonna have to go with Pretty Woman. But Leo is still my favorite," I say with a small snicker.

"Good choice," he says.

I then think, are we gonna sit and watch? Lay on the bed and watch? Lay in the bed? Oh shit, I did not plan this through.

His back is to me, putting in the movie. He has a flatscreen propped on his wall, decent size. His bed is probably a king or a full sized bed, just my looking at it. Why am I looking at the size of the bed?!!

He gets it in, "I've only seen this movie once, I've been meaning to watch it again," he says, turning back to me.

He smiles and walks to the head of the bed, sitting with his back to the pillows. I decide to go up with him. We sit in this awkward position, but get comfortable.