{Abi's POV}
I'm not like other girls, I don't really have a "clique" that I belong to, I barley have any friends anyway. I don't care, because I like my own company, I'm an introvert, a wallflower, I keep to myself most of the time.
2 weeks of summer vacation left, ugh. Since I had spent the majority of my time off school indoors, reading fanfiction about my favourite bands, watching hour after hour of Netflix, browsing tumblr etc, my mom told me I had to get out the house today or she'd take away my laptop. I put on my favourite pair of black skinny jeans, white converse and this really cute shirt, and of course, my favourite flannel Incase it got a little chilly. Since I didn't really have any friends to hang out with, I decided to get on a bus, hoping I'd find some small cafe somewhere, with wifi where I could continue to scroll through tumblr until my thumbs were red and throbbing.
I took a seat on the bus, which was kinda empty, but then again, it was still pretty early and nobody was really on the bus at 10am on a Tuesday. I pulled my phone out from my pocket, and put my headphones in, deciding to listen to some music. I immediately clicked on "handwritten" by Shawn Mendes, which was one of my favourite albums, if not my favourite.
"I love it when you just don't care,
I love it when you dance like there's nobody there,
So when it gets hard don't be afraid, we don't care what them people -"
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"Can I sit here?"
An unknown voice spoke, awaking me from my slumber.
"Uh...sure, I guess" I half mumbled, frowning at the brown haired stranger who was now sitting next to me.
Had I fallen asleep? What happened? I rubbed my tired eyes, carful not to smudge my mascara. I looked at the time, I had only been asleep for around 10 minutes or so.
"Do you like Shawn Mendes?"
I jumped. "What?"
"Shawn Mendes, do you like him?" The guy next to me spoke, gesturing to my phone.
"Yeah" I said, turning to look at the guy, whose face I could barely see. He had a beanie on, which covered most of his hair, apart from a few stray brown locks which stuck out. He was wearing sun glasses, and a coat which he had pulled up so it covered his mouth. He looked really weird, and I was beginning to wonder why he had asked to sit next to me when there was so many other people he could have sat next to, heck, there were a few empty seats too.
"What's your favourite song of his?" The stranger spoke again, pulling me out of my thoughts
"Um, I love them all, but it's gotta be Aftertaste, it's such a powerful song, and it's full of meaning" I gushed
The guy smiled. Well, at least I think he smiled, I couldn't see his mouth or eyes but by the way his cheeks moved and the way his voice changed it defiantly seemed like it.
"Me too" he paused "have you um, ever seen him live?"
Who was this guy? Why was he asking me all these questions? Can't he just leave me alone?
"Yeah, twice actually" I said, smiling at the memory. "What about you?"
"Uh, yeah, I've um, been to a few of his concerts"
"Cool" I said, and went to put my headphones back in my ears
"What's your name?" The guy spoke again.
"Sorry, but who are you? And why are you asking me all these questions?" I frowned
He looked down, appearing to be sad "I'm sorry, I was only trying to be friendly, I'll leave you alone now"
"No, IM sorry" I said, feeling bad for being rude to this guy. "And my names Abi"
"That's a pretty name" he said, making me blush
There was a long pause before I spoke up again. "Well, aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"my name doesn't matter" he shifted in his seat uncomfortably "i think it's my stop now, bye Abi"
There was something different about this guy, and although he wouldn't tell me his name, I wanted to get to know him.
"Wait!" I shouted
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Bus Boy { A Shawn Mendes Fanfic}
Fanfiction"Can I sit here?" An unknown voice spoke, awaking me from my slumber. "Uh...sure, I guess" I half mumbled, frowning at the brown haired stranger who was now sitting next to me.
