Letting go. || Shawn Mendes

T h i r t e e n || pt. 2

February 14, 2015

•Her Pov•

It was 6:05pm at the moment and I'm not exactly sure what time Shawn was going to Come over.

With the wave of emotions after reading the letter, I had forgotten to text Shawn. I just bolted up the stairs and laid on my bed; staring up at the ceiling as if it had all the answers to the world.

I don't care what he said in the letter, I know I'm not good for him. Maybe it's just the spirit of Valentine's Day arousing him or maybe he meant it, but I know my true demons--And they don't like to play.

•Shawn's Pov •

Tonight. I have a second chance and there's no way in hell I'm screwing this up. She's the one for me.

I wish I would have seen it sooner, maybe then would I have held on to her knowing she was going to be mine.

I take my phone in hand and my thumbs start to glide over the screen on the selected letters. I re-read my message and after a mental approval, I send it.

" Be there in 30?"

"Sounds good to me :) "

I can't help but think that the smiley face emoticon was along the lines of a friend zone, but she wouldn't be going out with me if she didn't feel anything- would she ?

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I'm flustered with thoughts swinging back in forth in my head. I'm trying not to focus on them but they've been consuming me. I'm currently driving us to our date destination.

I can't help but glance over at her every chance I get. How could I keep my eyes off of her? She looked bored out of her mind or maybe her body was bored but her mind was busy. But She was staring out the window with her loosely curled dark brown hair pressed up against the cold foggy window and her hands wrapped around her phone placed in the crook of her thighs that were being covered by a pair of black skinny jeans.

She had worn a plain white vneck tshirt with a gray and black leather jacket and of course she wore her burgundy/black vans.

I was wearing my black skinny jeans, A Plain grey tshirt and my black leather jacket with my some what worn out, all black vans.

As much as I would love to focus on our apparel, I can't help but to always find myself wondering about what she's thinking of.

She always has this concentrated yet bland look on her face, she never showed true emotion. This worried me.

"Shawn, Where are we going?"

"To go get Chinese food and then go to a drive-in-movie theatre."

"Sounds cliché, which is why I would have expected you to say something even more cliché  like "it's a surprise"

"C'mom, you got to give me more credit than that."

And with that I leave her with a smile on her face and a bright glow. Maybe we aren't just apart of our imagination, maybe we could actually be something real.
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A/N: i love cliché, but at the same time I hate it. I love spontaneous things that aren't quite original but I just love to live in the now. 🍍