Shawn Mendes Imagines

Stages

I almost barfed on my pink pillow. Had my mum really just said that? That it was the day of the Shawn Mendes concert? My eyes had enlarged, and gibberish had escaped my mouth.

My mum chuckled, coming over to me and planting a kiss on my cheek. 'Honey, you are hilarious.' She walked out of the room, her black curls following. My mother was my best friend, and after my dad had walked out, we only had each other. Cheesy I know, but I love her.

I groaned and yawned. My arms and legs stretched out, making me look like a human star, and then I slowly got up. Elbow, then shoulder then head. Yep, there was no way I'm getting out of bed.

'Y/N It's time to get out of bed! Anita will be here any time soon, and you promised her lunch, remember?' Thumbs up.

I got up after ten more minutes of sleeping in and my mum telling and me screaming like a goat because I thought that Shawn Mendes was here, and I was so tired.

I entered the bathroom, my eyes meeting my car crash of a face. My green eyes that transcended into a orange. My long brown, wavy and knotty hair. My nails which were painted black but we're so hard to see after it was so scratched off.

I straightened my hair, trying to make it curly but failing, and then adding some Napolean Perdis lip gloss.

Now, what shall I wear? A yellow top with black pants? Nah. A green shirt, with black pants? Nup. No way in hell. Hmm...black pants with white shirt? Uh huh! That's what I am talking about.

I slip it on, followed by some boots. It's winter here in Teawre. The jacket I wear makes me feel like a eskimo, but a creme and black snowman. I apply some perfume and text Anita.

To: ANIII

Me: Hey where are you?

Anita: Coming! I'd really wish you'd taken your car.

Me: hey, I'm driving it tonight to the concert. Omg the concert. Shawn is going to be in front of us.

Anita: I am so stoked. Hey, what if he falls in love with you?

Me: don't be like my mum. Why the hell would he fall in love with me?

Anita: Shut up. I'm here.

I laughed at her and shouted to my mum, before walking out the door. It was almost twelve, and the sun was shining brightly. It wasn't cold surprisingly. I looked down to the brick driveway, my eyes revealing a red car with an anxious Anita inside.

'Come on!' She shouted through the open window. I pretended to go even slower, making her angry and making me laugh. Me and Anita had been best friends since forever, and she was always loyal. She had long honey coloured hair and brown eyes, and almost every guy would fall for her. But too bad for them,  she wasn't interested.

I finally entered the car, after greeting Anita with a hug. She stepped on the gas, making the car drive so fast I held onto to the creme coloured seats.

'Anita, slow down!' She chuckled and then we constituted talking about the concert.

'Oh I am so excited. Like even if he looks at us, our hearts will melt.' Anita was cheesy, but not as cheesy as me, and I was noted to be very annoying when cheesy.