Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Title to This Imagine is as Long as a Fall Out Boy Song(2)

I stood for a few seconds. Not expecting the response. But what was I expecting? Him to be like cliche teen fictions and show some soft side to me because I got detention for him or something? I know he has one. But maybe he won't ever show it. Around people. Especially the only girl (and pretty much boy) who stood up to him. I bit my lip and walked to the parking lot. 

I hurried to my car, eager to get home so this day can end already. I didn't even want to think about how trouble I would be when my parents figured out I got a detention.

I opened my car door and swung my bag over the seat and sat down. I huffed and started the car. The engine bursting to life. I backed up and started to drive.

And of course then my car stopped. And the engine that was running perfectly fine just seconds ago was as dead as me when my family figured out I did something bad. I started cursing.

"Please no no not today!" I shouted. It wasn't starting. I let out a held in breath and smashed my fists against the steering wheel. I felt my eyes get wet. And my head pounding. I didn't hear him the first time he yelled.

"Hello?!" My eyes darted up.

"What?" He was glaring at me with daggers in his cold eyes. He sat in his car with the window rolled down. His arm on the edge of the car door.

"Do you need a ride." He more stated that I did rather than asking. I stood for a second.

"I can catch a bus."

"Get in the car. I won't kill you." I was tempted to say 'I don't know that' but I didn't. Instead I nodded small and scurried to his passenger side. Before I could open it he reached over and opened it himself. I faltered, but sat in the leather cool seats successfully. He shook his head slightly and started to drive. I put my seatbelt on slowly, like I would break the car. "Where do you live?" He glanced at me. I bit my lip.

"East side. By the lake." I fiddled with my thumbs, moving them in a circular motion. He nodded. It was silent for a few agonizing minutes. I felt myself sweating even being around him for so long. He needed a friend. I didn't care if I was scared, I would try to be the person he needed.

"You like Fall Out Boy," I said. He raised an eyebrow.

"How would you know that. Because of how I look right?" He scoffed. I laughed.

"That would be hypocritical. No your tattoo. I know a Fall Out Boy lyric when I see one. I like them too," I replied, smiling at him.

"You looked at my tattoos." He deadpanned.

"I am very observant."

"More stalkerish."

"No. I just, find you interesting."

"So does everyone else."

"They are interested in the things about you. I am interested in you," I said warily. Waiting for him to cut me off. But he didn't.

"What does that mean?" He got defensive.

"Everyone-- I sighed -- Everyone is interested about the rumors about you. Who you beat up last week or what crime you did last. They are interesting in the scurrilous insults people might have to say about you. They are interested in what you are going to do next. Or worrying about if it will be them. But I am not. I am interested in who you are. Not who people label you as," I explained. He didn't respond. I watched him. As he breathed slowly through his barely parted lips. His eyes staying on the road, but wanting to look at me. The intensity in his tight muscles. "You know it is okay to not be so stone like."

"You need to stop talking to me, looking at me, any contact with me after this."

"I won't."

"You need to."

"And you need a friend."

"I don't need anyone!" He spat.

"You only say that so you don't feel bad about wanting people. So you feel like you can be alone." I raised my voice with him.

"You don't know how I fee-"

"Yes I do. I am just as alone as you are. People glance at me like I'm the weird girl. People just look at you more because you would actually give a reaction I wouldn't."

He was at a lost for words.

"Why do you bother with me. I am only going to hurt you."

"Because. Everyone else has. So maybe it is time I try someone different. And besides, who else hasn't broke me. Mind as well try," My voice broke. We both knew about how many people have betrayed me. Back years ago I was always the talk. About how everyone dumped me and posted bad stuff about me after being my best friend. Now I had nothing. And I think I wanted a friend just as much as he did.

"I don't like Fall Out Boy. I think that is an understatement," He said, and I could see that barely noticeable smile again. And it made my heart flutter.

"I knew you did." I grabbed my phone and set it on the dashboard after putting on 'Novocaine" by Fall Out Boy. I sang to it. He watched the road. And right before we got to my house, I could swear I heard him laugh, even if he cut it off. And heard him sing, even if it was quiet and soft. I could make his other side come out. And I planned to. And I started by asking him to come inside when we reached my house. Something surprised me.

He said yes.

He actually smiled. Like showing teeth.

His smile was beautiful. Like him. And I couldn't wait to see him hopefully one day open up to me.

He was amazing. Even if he wasn't at first. But you know, life is like a bookstore. We do judge by covers. We do judge by the summary and what he have heard. But some books you have to actually start reading to realize just how breathtaking it can be. I am glad I decided he was going to be my misunderstood book. And I even think maybe I was his.

a/n

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