Clara's POV
I heard a knock on my door.
"Yea, Dad?"
"There's a boy here to see you." He lightly glared.
"Dad." I lightly groaned.
I walked downstairs to be met with Shawn Mendes' face.
"Gahhhh." I spazzed lightly
"Hey, I saw what you said about me to Nash." He giggled like a little child.
"What? Pffftt, I didn't say anything about you."
"He took screenshots." Shawn said.
"Damn it, Nash." I said incoherently cursing him.
"Well anyway, would you like to see my room da- Shawn" I brushed off my failure to talk to a creature of the opposite sex.
"I actually have to run, but here's the note from Nash."
I hugged Shawn and he left.
Dear Clara,
I would do this when I see you in a few months, but I can't wait another second. I wish I could've done it in person, but the wait was too long, so this is the second best thing, plus I figure if you say no, I won't have to be embarrassed in person.
Will you, Clara Beatrix Leandré be my girlfriend?
