don't be a fool [s.m]

chapter 7

amanda

after what felt like hours and hours, i decided to call him. he never showed up after he visited his so called friend, and i'm starting to worry.

i quickly dialed his number, chewing on my nails as i held the phone against my ear.

"hello?" i speak as the line clicks into a call after the fifth ring.

"hey, this is shawn. i can't get to the phone right now.. aaliyah! shush! i'm trying to record a voicemail.. anyways, i'll call back as soon as i can. thanks, bye." the line clicks off.

i call him a few more times, running my hand through my soft strands of hair.

"fuck," i huff under my breath, standing up and pacing around my kitchen. no success.

you're so stupid, my conscious tells me, get your keys and drive to his house, you dumb fuck! 

i reach for my keys and rush out to the car parked in my driveway. steadily, i hop in, starting the small vehicle and pulling out.

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"shawn?" i call quietly, knocking on his front door.

"shawn!" i yell, slamming my fists against the door. i couldn't take anymore of this worry.

a large frame materializes in front of me. his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was messy.

"what the fuck happened?" i rush up to him, grabbing his face in my hands, examining each part of his pale complexion with uncertainty.

"nothing," he whispers, wrapping me up in a warm hug.

"what's going on?" i ask him as he pulls away.

"nothing, amanda. nothing's going on."

"so you didn't come back like you said you would, because nothing happened?" i asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"i'll feel like a baby if i tell you, because words shouldn't hurt a man, right?" he asks me and i furrow my eyebrows.

"i wouldn't say that. just because you're the opposite gender doesn't mean you can't have certain feelings. so tell me," i explain, urging him to tell me what's going on.

"i went over to beth's," he says and i let out a frustrated breath, "but not because i wanted to get back to get with her or whatever. i officially broke up with her, and she got upset. we started arguing and she told me i was only good for sex. and i sorta thought it was true. i feel like i can't give you everything you deserve," he says and my heart stings with sorrow.

"shawn, why would you believe her? you know that isn't true. well, at least i've tried to show you that," i respond, whispering the last part.

shawn

"why do you stick around me?" i ask her lowly.

"because you're my best friend," she shoots back quickly, no hesitation. she lifts my chin up with her index finger.

"a shitty one," i huff, looking away.

"oh come on. there's nobody better than shawn mendes," she shrugs with a charming smile. i couldn't help but smile at her inner and outer beauty.

i grab her hand with my right one, putting my left one on her cheek, kissing her passionately.

as it gets heated, my right hand pushes against the small of her back, forcing her to come in contact with my body. we shift over to the couch, managing to keep our lips together as she lays down on top of me.

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"can you believe we have school next month?" she whispers as she traces circles onto my bare chest.

"don't even bring that into this conversation," i squeeze my eyes shut and she laughs.

"i don't want to go back either," her voice saddens as her laughter dies down.

"why not? you always loved school," i sit up, watching her every move.

"i don't know, high school just gets more boring each year," she shrugs, sitting up beside me.

"oh.. yeah, i guess." i state, still a little thrown off by her dull response.

"amanda," i catch her attention again, "are you.. getting bullied?"

"what?! no," she immediately defends herself, leaving me to wonder.

"okay," i breathe, "but if you are tell me and i'll-"

"shawn, i'm not getting bullied," she puts her hands on my cheeks, smiling at me, giving me some reassurance.

i nod and she plants a light kiss on my forehead, before cuddling back into me.

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a/n lmao sorry this was short but it was 25% intense 75% adorable so be grateful

xx, char