Shawn Mendes short stories and imagines full of smut...because I'm a teen what do you expect.
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Your best friend who was Caucasian was forcing you to go to Starbucks with her. It's not that you didn't like Starbucks it just you found it irritating that the drinks cost so much. Like is it made out of gold or something?
But because you love y/b/f/n you tolerated the over priced and super sweet coffee.
Your best friend orders the usual. Pumpkin Spice Latte.
You order Caramel Cocoa Cluster Frappuccino.
After you order, you turn your head to see a guy eyeing you. He's sitting at a table and has a guitar case next to him. He's cute though.
You mumble under your breath, "Damn. Can I have my face back?"
You look away from him without really looking at him. Y/b/f/n grabs your arm and you follow her to a table. You guys sit down as you wait for your coffee.
Y/b/f/n starts talking to you but you can't help but feel someone starring at you. Like eyes burning the back of your head.
You slowly peck your head over your shoulder to see that the guy still eyeing you, with a smirk on his lips.
You crack a small smile and blink your eyes. He wiggles his eyebrows still looking you in your eyes.
You breathe out and look him up and down while he just smiles looking at you.
"Y/n! Are you listening to me?" You best friend asks you.
"Huh?Um... Sorry. Continue." You respond breaking the eye contact with the stranger.
"So where you wanna go after this?" She asks you.
"I don't know. Anywhere is fine." You answer.
Suddenly you see a chair move next to yours. You see the guy taking a seat in it, with his guitar case in hand.
"Hey." He says with his face close to yours.
"Hi." You smile but backing your face away from his.
"Um. Hi.", Y/b/f/n said.
"I'm Shawn, and I couldn't help but over hear that you guys wanted to do something so I have something in mind."
"And what is that?" Your y/b/f/n asks.
"You see I have this gig. I'm doing a show and I would like you to attend it." He answers still looking at you.
Normally you would walk away from some guy who just walks up to you like that. But...
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You thought he was cute and you are feeling him, so why not?
"Sure. I'll go and my name is Y/n." You tell him holding out your hand to shake his.
He shakes your hand and his hands are soft and big.
"Nice to meet you, Y/n." He says grinning.
"Yeah." You agree and your best friend roles her eyes.
"I can see where this is going." She mumbles under her breath.
"Your best friend introduces herself and you guys get your coffee or drinks.
You sip on the straw to drink your Frappuccino as Shawn and your friend leaves Starbucks.
"So when is it?" You ask Shawn.
"My show?" He questions.
You nod in response.
"Tonight." He answers.
"Where will it be?" You ask him.
"How about I get your number or something and I'll tell you then." He flirts.
You smile and pull out your phone. He pulls out his phone, and you give him your phone to type in his number. He hands you his phone. Once you both have each others number you trade back phones.
You look down to see what he's name on your is. It reads,
"Future Boyfriend Shawn 💕"
You laugh and he looks to see what you said,
"Just that Girl from Starbucks"
He smiles and says, "You're more than just that girl."
"Sure I am." You reply.
"So I'll see you tonight?" He asks you.
"Definitely." You assure him.
You both turn around and walk separate ways, but you turn back around to watch him walking away. He turns around too, and smiles waving at you. You wave back.
You turn back around and you feel yourself blushing. You actually couldn't wait for tonight.
