1 month later "
I don't usually do this" he says as we walk through a field, the tips of the tree branches above us lightly brushing our heads
"Do what?"
"Talk to strangers, make friends with them" he said, looking down at his feet
"Then, why'd you talk to me?" I ask
"Because you're...you." He paused for a moment before speaking again "The moment I saw you I knew there was something a little different about you, I was curious, and well, I still am"
"I mean, if you hadn't pissed me off by sitting next to me that day, we wouldn't be here right now" I smiled at him
"Yeah, I'm really really glad I did" he smiled at me back "so, your a big fan of music eh?" (Lmao Canadian af)
"Yeah, you?"
"I can play the guitar, and I sing a little" he said quietly
"Really?? Why haven't you mentioned this before? I'd love to hear you play someday" I said excitedly
He looked sad for a moment, playing with his callused fingers. "Maybe one day"
I hate it when this happens, he really does hate talking about himself, and I don't understand why. I badly want to know more about him, but I don't want to ask anymore questions because whenever I do he looks so melancholic. I wish he'd open up to me, the way I have to him.
"Are we friends?" I ask
"Of course" he says, looking confused
"But, I don't know anything about you. I don't even know your name, or what you look like" I point out. "Why won't you tell me anything about yourself?"
He doesn't even reply.
He just walks away.
Shawns POV
I feel like everything would be easier if I just came clean and told her who I really was, I'm sure she would understand. But, theres always the chance that she might not, and she could react in a totally different way, a bad way. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, it's the best thing in the world, but I wish people would see past my career and want to get to know me for who I actually am. Underneath all of this fame, I'm just an average 17 year old kid. Sometimes everything gets a little too much, all of the fans, the shows, the paparazzi, it's so overwhelming. Sometimes I just simply need a break from being "Shawn Mendes".
It sucks that I can't tell Abi, she probably thinks I'm super weird, wearing a coat, sunglasses and a hat all the time, but for some reason she still talks to me, which is great. Talking to her has really lifted my mood, she's funny, she's beautiful, she's....
not my girlfriend.
And she never will be, like she said, we can't be friends if she doesn't know anything about me. But it's weird cause she already knows everything about me, she just doesn't know it yet. And if somehow, we were ever together, it wouldn't work. We would never see each other. Anyway, if she found out who I really was, she could turn into some crazed fan, or even worse, she could hate me because I've been lying to her this whole time.
She kept asking me questions, questions i didn't want to answer, questions I didn't know how to answer. I didn't know what to say, so I just walked away. I left her alone. God, I'm such a douche.
Text message;
Me: I'm really sorry about last week
Me: I understand if you hate me, I was kinda a jerk
Me: please don't ignore me :((
Abi: give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't ignore you?
Me: I don't have a good reason, but, if you could meet me at the cafe I took you to on the day we met, I'd like to show you something
Abi: okay.
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Bus Boy { A Shawn Mendes Fanfic}
Fanfiction"Can I sit here?" An unknown voice spoke, awaking me from my slumber. "Uh...sure, I guess" I half mumbled, frowning at the brown haired stranger who was now sitting next to me.
