imagining | s.m.

concert kisses

"Hey, Y/N," Shawn quietly greets with his hands buried in his pockets as I avert my attention from my cluttered locker to his usual, smiling face.

"Um, I got these tickets to this concert of local bands that are performing in downtown tonight, and I was wondering if you...wanted to come with me?" He bites his lip, nervously waiting for my response, something I've never seen him do before.

"Yeah, sure. I've got a shit ton of homework to do, but I'll figure something out," I swiftly switch out my chemistry textbook for my geography binder and shut my locker just before the first bell sounds.

"Cool, can't wait," His cheeks become a slight shade of red as I furrow a brow at him. "So I'll pick you up at 7?"

"I'll be ready," I suspiciously state as he quickly flashes his pearly teeth one last time before shuffling away to his next class.

I don't completely understand why Shawn's usual confidence and chill has suddenly disappeared when asking if I wanted to hang out, since we do all the time.

I figure he must be hiding something, because every time he does, he always acts nervous and awkward before coming clean and telling me what's up.

____

I walk out of my bathroom after applying some eyeliner and changing into an white, off-the-shoulders shirt, a velvet choker, denim cut-offs, and my brown, strappy sandals.

I decide to leave my shoulder-length, dark hair down in its natural waves since I'm already running late.

I swing my small, black backpack across my shoulder, pre-filled with concert essentials, of course, and unlock my phone to reply to the the numerous texts Shawn sent me in the past ten minutes.

shawn😊: im outside :)

Sent 7:02

shawn😊: this is gonna be so fun i heard these bands are reallyyy good👌🏻

Sent 7:05

shawn😊: y/n u ok?

Sent 7:09

shawn😊: Y/N WE'RE GONNA LATE COME ON

Sent 7:11

shawn😊: please? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Read 7:12

y/n🤘🏻: damn shawn chill 😂

y/n🤘🏻: im outside but i don't see ur car 🤔

shawn😊: just look straight ahead

I quickly look up from the screen and see a man sitting on a bicycle with a cart attached to it, parked on the sidewalk in front of my apartment complex.

y/n🤘🏻: all i see is a cart thingy on the sidewalk :/

shawn😊: exactly

read: 7:14

I slide my phone into my back pocket and make my way to the cart, completely and utterly confused.

"Shawn?" I gasp when I see him sitting there with a small bouquet of daisies in his hand.

"Hi, uh, these are for you," He hands me the flowers as I begin to sheepishly smile at his cute gesture.

"What the fuck, Shawn?" I laugh as I sit down beside him, the man on the bike peddling us away to the venue.

"I just wanted to plan something different for us." He squeezes my hand and takes in the evening view of the city.

I playfully roll my eyes and look down at the beautiful daisies in my hand, a favorite of mine.

This wasn't like Shawn to do things like this, so now I have no idea what to expect from him tonight.

____

Throughout the entire concert, Shawn had been smiling to himself and giving me these suspicious side glances.

He was definitely up to something.

I would try my best to ignore them, but instead my stomach would flip, a feeling I've never experienced with him before.

And then once again, he shot me another side glance.

"Shawn! Stop doing that!" I exclaimed while playfully pushing him away.

While side glancing again at me, he cleverly replies, "I don't know what your talking about."

I scoff before realizing that the band that was currently performing on stage began singing a cover of one of my favorite songs, Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.

I immediately start freaking out.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Shawn laughing at my reaction.

"Did you know they were going to cover this song?" I question, pointing a finger at him.

"Maybe," He giggles like a child, making me realize this is what he had been hiding all this time.

"Come here, you dork," I pull him into a tight embrace, appreciating the thought he put into this...date?

Wait, the flowers, the cart ride, the blushing, the stomach flopping...was this supposed to be a date?

I quickly pull away and stare at him, shocked at what I just pieced together.

"What? Are you okay?" He begins to worry as to why I would pull away from a hug. Especially from him.

"I..is this a date?" I get out as his face turns a bright shade of red.

"Um, it's...well..uh...," Without thinking, he quickly cups my face with his hands and presses his soft, plump lips against mine as I am taken aback.

In the background, the song ends in a big, extravagant way with each of the band members going crazy on each of their instruments while sparklers were going off on each side of the stage.

We then pulled away from each other soon enough to take in the glorious sight, and the fact that I just kissed my best friend.

"Thank you, Toronto!" The lead singer exclaims, a loud eruption of screams and applause sounding afterward.

"Shawn, that was—."

"Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?" He grabs a hold of both my hands as I stand there, speechless.

A smile creeps on my faces as I slowly nod, "Of course."

He smiles ear to ear as he picks me up, and spins me around like they do in the cliché movies.

"Shawn, I know I'm your girlfriend and all, but promise me you'll never do that cheesy shit again?" I laugh while wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Never." He grins before pecking my lips.