Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice cream

This is based off of a little thing I read, I'm just giving it more detail.
I opened the freezer door and skimmed my eyes over all the food I had. I was in the mood for some strawberry ice cream, but I couldn't drive anywhere because my knee is broken from softball. I decided to call my best friend Shawn. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked.

"Um, well I'm kind of craving some ice cream right now, but I don't have a ride to the store." I explained. "I can just get it for you, I'll be over in 5-." I cut him off. "I appreciate that, but I really want to get out of the house. Plus you don't know what kind I want." I said. I could hear the smile in his voice, "I'm on my way." We said our goodbyes and I waited with my crutches on the couch.  I heard a knock on the door so I limped over to it. "Wow you're hot." He said sarcastically. I playfully hit his arm. "Sorry I didn't dress up to go to the grocery store." I rolled my eyes and he laughed. "Well I like that sweatshirt, it looks familiar." He said smirking. "Okay, yes I stole it from you, but I was cold and needed a sweatshirt. I was going to give it back, I just haven't done it yet." I told him while he put the key into the ignition. "Okay, sure. I can put those crutches in the back if you'd like." He offered. "It's okay, it will be easier when we get there if they are in reach for me." I said. He nodded his head and turned up the radio.

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Cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, vanilla, rocky road, cookies and cream, ah there it is strawberry. I bent down to grab it, but my crutch came out from under me and almost fell. Lucky for me Shawn caught me just in time. He held onto my arm and pulled me back up. There was almost no space between us. My eyes found his staring down at me. "Thank you." I said softly. "I couldn't let you break anything else." He shrugged and bent down to grab the ice cream.

In that moment I knew that I was in love with my best friend. The way his touch sent  chills down my spine, his laugh made me blush, and his jokes made me laugh. I loved everything about him, even his small scar on his cheek. Is that why I called him to take me to the grocery store when I could of just asked my mom? Is that why I stole his sweatshirt when I had a perfectly clean one in my car? I'm in love and I can't get out of it.