shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

we'll be okay

shawn mendes imagines
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brooklyn's pov

today was a very exciting day, as old magcon was getting back together and we were going camping at a local camp site. since mahogany and i were close friends, she invited me to go along.

shawn's friends were all at the camp site waiting, but since shawn never was there before, his friend brian was going to come and pick us up.

i sent cameron a quick text saying we were on our way before putting my phone into my pocket.

"he's here honey!" shawn called from downstairs.

"okay!" i called back, grabbing my duffel bag and swinging it over my shoulder.

i went downstairs and seen shawn pulling on a hoodie and putting a coat in his bag incase it got cold out later on tonight. he looked up at me and smiled, "you look cute."

"and you," i replied, quickly kissing his cheek, "look very handsome."

he chuckled, "ready?" a horn sounded from outside.

i nodded and we made sure we had everything before heading outside to brian's car and locking the front door behind us.

after putting our bags in the trunk we crawled into the backseat. shawn looked over at brian, "hey man, thanks for the ride."

"yeah, nice to see you too man," brian mumbled, causing my eyebrows to pull together in confusion.

shawn shot me a weird glance but i shrugged it off. i looked out the window, watching as things passed by as we drove. looking towards the front mirror, i could see brian's eyes were glazed over and they kept fluttering. i slapped an oblivious shawn, causing him to turn and face me.

"look at brian's eyes, i think something's wrong with him," i whispered, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

shawn's gaze shifted to the mirror and sure enough, his eyes had flicked closed and open again.

shawn's eyes grew wide as he turned to me, "i think he's drunk."

"holy shit," i muttered, my vision becoming blurred by tears. i nervously reached for shawn's hand, instead finding his forearm. i clutched onto it, the uneasy feeling replaced with fear.

"brian, turn around. i forgot something at the house that i need, i mean, i really need it," shawn said, leaning forward in his seat but not undoing his buckle.

"nah man-" he said, but the rest of his words being too slurred to comprehend.

he wasn't making sense.

"brian you have to stop the car, you're drunk!" shawn demanded as we approached a set of lights, "you need to stop now!"

the light turned red, and brian showed no signs of slowing down.

"i'm not drunk man, your hilarious," brian mumbled.

"brian! stop! those lights are red!" shawn yelled as we sailed through the intersection.

"brian!" i screeched, gasping.

the rest happened in a blur.

a car hit the side brian was on, and another hit shawn's side. the impact snapped his buckle and he fell to the side. the window smashed, and i felt the car tilt. my neck whipped, and i knew i was going to have whip lash. my head connected with the window frame of the car and bounced back, hitting hard against the head rest. an aching pain shot through my leg and straight up my back, settling behind my neck.