Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sometimes Life Sucks

(yall are 11. Don't get all mad sometimes I like writing kid age stuff. Sometimes I like different persepctives)

Shawn's POV

"Come on wuss it isn't too high!" Y/N shouted down to the ground. I stared at her. Standing on the branch, one of her arms wrapped around the trunk for support. The other one waving in a gesture to pressure me up. I exhaled. Looking up at her made my heart flutter. Her overalls and dotted tee shirt. Her hair in a messy ponytail that showed her face features so much more. She laughed. Which made me go lightheaded. Almost about to faint just from her precious laugh, I nodded, and grabbed the trunk.

My mother always told me not to climb trees. Because I could get hurt. But now, she isn't here so I don't have to follow those words. I went to put my foot on the bark. But it slipped. I groaned in frustration. I didn't want to humiliate myself.

"Shawn grab the branch," She instructed. I hooked my hand onto a branch I almost couldn't even reach. "Now use all your strength Shawn you got it." She was always encouraging. Another one of her most amazing morals in her enthralling personality. Ever since I met her, she has always told me I could when I said I can't. She still does. Everyday. I hiked myself onto the branch. Wind spinning in a whoosh around me. She sat down on the branch a few above me. I climbed, grabbing each branch first to make sure I wouldn't fall. She just giggled at me. Finding my regards to safety dumb. "Life is about risks Shawn we are kids," She would say. She has always saw things different than I. And that is what I loved about her. How different she was. And how she didn't care she was. I finally got to her branch safely. She hugged me, then leaned against the trunk and crossed her bare legs. Her ripped Chuck Taylors hanging off the branch. I let my legs dangle next to hers. "Isn't the view much better from up here than the ground?" She asked. I nodded. The plains that was slowly swallowing the daylight and the sun.

"It really is,"   

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, studying my face. Maybe like it was I was an art piece. She shouldn't been looking at me like that. But she looked at everything like that. Like everything had a purpose. I glanced at her. She already knew what I was thinking about. "Oh Shawn," She said and leaned her head on her shoulder. "I know it's confusing."

"I hate her," I mumbled. 

"You do not Shawn," Y/N scowled. 

"I do."

"It's not her fault--"

"Why didn't she take me with her!" I yelled. Y/N broke away from me. Sitting back against the tree again. Frowning. 

"I don't know Shawn she was probably scared."

"And I am not? She was not the only one who got scared every night my daddy was drinking," I ranted. Y/N watched me. 

"Shawn I can't answer how your momma felt when she left. But maybe she had some reasoning." 

"Like what that she would come back?" I scoffed. 

"Maybe she thought you were better with me," she muttered. I looked back at her. Her frown deepened.

"Y/N. I didn't mean like I don't like being here. I love you. But its my mother," I sighed, "She just packed her stuff and left and never even told me goodbye," I said. I was counting the days. It was 19 after that night. "And my dad is going to work and stuff. But he is always angry. And he is still drinking. I don't even know if he will be able to take of me. Or me take care of him." Y/N wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her small head into my chest.

"I will do everything I can to help Shawn. I will be here. Always. No matter what Shawn. I know. Sometimes Life Sucks. But we have like 80 year to fix our opinions on life don't we?" 

"If I even live that long."

"You better not be meaning what I think."

"I don't know what you are thinking," I said playing dumb. She glared then huffed in frustration. I laughed. 

"Okay okay. I promise as long as you are alive. I will be okay? If I can help it of course." Y/N smiled. And nodded. 

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky." They intertwined their pinky's. Then there fingers. Then there other fingers on their hand. They were staring at each other. Searching for any hope in each other eyes. There hands as close together as they could. 

"You will never leave me. I won't let you," Y/N said, her voice just about at a whisper. 

"I won't." 

"I love you. Shawn." 

"I love you too Y/N."

"Will you forever?" she asked. Her voice small. Like she was tender. Her confidence faded. 

"I will." 

"Shawn!" My dad screamed from a distance. In a short attempt to show her all of my feelings, I kissed her. She kissed back. 

"I will love you forever Y/N." I quickly got down from the tree. 

"Shawn!" She called. I looked up. Tears were soaking her cheeks. Like she knew something he didn't.

"I will love you forever too." She smiled through the tears. I smiled then ran away. Her smile destroying any pain I felt. 

Except the pain I bared having to not be able to say goodbye. My dad grabbed me when I got back and we were out of the house and driving away to a new city within a hour of me saying I loved her. And I never had a chance to say goodbye. Like my mom. I did see her though. Twenty years later. We still loved each other. And our promises were kept. 

A/N

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