Shawn Mendes Imagines

26- Juice

I sat next to Shawn playing Mario Kart. He was winning and I was a sore loser. I huffed as he crossed the finish line first whilst I trailed behind in 3rd place. I rolled my eyes as he danced in victory shouting in my face as he danced.

"Oh come on y/n" he shouted. "Are you a sore loser?" I bit the inside of my cheek.

"I'm going to use the toilet." I said standing up and wiping the imaginary dust off my jeans.

"y/n have you spilt juice on the couch?" Shawn asked. I turned back to look at the couch noticing a red stain where I was sitting.

"I haven't had juice today." His eyebrows furrowed.

"turn around" I did as he said and turned to face the door. "You've got it on your pants as well. y/n I think you got your period" Shawn said softly. My eyes widened and my cheeks heated up.

Shawn disappeared and returned quickly with two jugs of juice and a pair of his sweats and a top.

"Here" he handed me the jug and he poured his onto the couch. My mouth fell agape as he smothered it all over the couch.

"Shawn!" I yelled he shrugged and he nudged me to do the same. Almost unconsciously I poured the jug on to the couch and repeated his actions.

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"When did you know we were meant to be together?" Shawn asked as he caressed small circles onto my arm as we lay still on his bed.

"Remember when we were 13 and I got my period" he nodded. "And you threw the juice and stuff all over the couch to hide the mess and you took the blame when you mom found out?" He nodded again. "And we weren't allowed to play together for 3 months"

"Of course" he chuckled.

"Then" i placed a kiss on his cheek before resuming back to my position lying down.