Shawn Mendes Imagines

one thing

"I don't know what it is ian" I chuckled to myself staring towards the group of girls surrounding the most prettiest girl I've ever seen.

"What?" He asked with a mouth full of sandwich.

I clicked my tongue and sighed looking her up and down. She was gorgeous. Long hair that reached her shoulders. Pretty doe eyes that made you wanna swoon. And her body, wow. I shook my head from the thought and looked down at my hands. I couldn't get her off my head. I didn't want anybody else, I only wanted her. She's perfect and I have to have her now.

"Who are you looking at?" He asked breaking my train of thought.

"You know" I shrugged him off.

"Y/n?" He questioned.

I smiled and nodded playing with my fingers once again when I got nervous.

"When are you gonna get the balls to go talk to her?" He teased nudging me.

"Um when you have the balls to talk her best friend"

"Haha! You're funny Mendes!" He chuckled in a fake tone.

"Well I'm gonna do it!" I said standing up dusting off my pants.

"W-Wait you are?" He said wide eyed.

I smiled and nodded confidently.

"What do you see in her that makes you wanna go talk to her all big and confident? She's the most popular girl in school. She won't give you a second glance" he huffed.

"I don't know, something about her makes me almost need her" I shivered at the thought of touching her with my fingers.

"Damn Mendes, do it bro" he chuckled leaning back.

"Pretty sure she has this one thing that'll make it worth my while" I smirked walking backwards away from the bench we were seated on.