Shawn Mendes Imagines

Strings Part 2

I texted Shawn a blue love heart and then continued to walk down the street. I love that Canadian boy. Guitar boy was my nickname for him. He called me Guitar girl. We even have matching t shirts with guitars that say, 'she's my guitar girl,' or 'he's my guitar boy' printed on it.

It has been more than three months since the last time I saw Shawn. I would do anything to see him in person again. Long distance relationships are really hard. Skype is our number one best friend.

I was stating at my friend's house to fulfil the Friday night. Shawn had to perform tonight, and he said it would be very hard to communicate.

After the sleepover at my friends, where we accidentally 'forgot' to brush our teeth, I left home, even though she protested not to. I drove away, waving through the window, and made my way home.

I went to my room, but what was there shocked me.

There was ribbons everywhere, with balloons and little presents on my bed. But standing in the middle of the mess was my muffin. My scruffily hair, chocolate eyes muffin. Shawn Mendes.

'Oh I told her to keep you there a little longer! He was holding a ribbon.

'Never mind,' you said, going over to him, 'the more time I see you, the better.'

A kiss was all it took to shut you both up.