The Distance Between Us - A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

Chapter 2: The Unexpected

I honestly have no idea what I am doing as the waiter returns with our food. I just start munching on the fries and when I finally look up, his eyes are glued to me with a grin on his face.

"what?" I question him, dropping my fry in my plate.

"You still haven't told me your name."

I wipe my fingers on my napkin and respond. "Anna. What's yours?"

"Peter." He reaches his hand across the table. A silver ring is looped around his middle finger. I reach across and shake it lightly, the metal cool on my skin. "Nice to meet you, Anna."

"Nice to meet you too."

I take my hand back and swipe the fork off the edge of the table. It clatters to the floor in a loud scream, with heads turning around to stare at the sudden noise. We begin eating our food and I finish quickly after my embarrassing moment, wiping away the sauce off my face. He finishes quickly too and places the napkin on his plate. I turn back to see if Kacey and Jason are still there, but they are long gone. New faces sit in their place.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Peter asks me.

"Before we go, I must ask you something," I say. I have this typical question that I must ask people before I get to know them. It's kind of a code that I have.

"Okay, what is it?"

I take a breath and lace my fingers together in my lap.

"what is your favorite quote?"

His hand moves to trace the edges of his lips, staring off in thought.

"True friends are never forgotten, they live within our hearts and souls... forever and always dancing on our stage of memories."

"I like that." I stand from my chair. "Let's go." I hold back a smile, and we leave the restaurant together. We walk down the street side by side slowly. I take in the fresh city air, thanking myself that I decided to wear my converse over a pair of heels.

"What do you do?" I ask him.

"Um, what do you mean? Like as a job?" He ruffles the top of his hair as he speaks.

"Yeah, as a job. What do you do?"

"careful-" He takes a light hold of my hand and pulls me away from the puddle I was about to step in. The April showers this month have been all over the place, it was sunny when I left, I guess it rained while I was in the restaurant.

Stepping on my foot, I fall into his chest with my hand still in his. He holds me up with his spare hand, and I quickly righted myself stepping away quickly.

"Sorry." I blush. "I'm a bit of a klutz."

"That's okay. We all have things about us that make up who we are. Like I hate tomatoes."

I cannot hold back my giggle from his randomness. "That is so random."

We begin walking again as he continues. "They are just disgusting. What about you?"

"What about what? You know what? You didn't answer my question before." He scratches the back of his neck and stops walking. I turn to him, his eyes glued to the ground.

"I'm a... a..." He whispers. He looks back behind from where we came, two girls hurrying towards us.

I step closer to him, wondering why he is suddenly acting strangely. He grabs my hand and begins walking quickly down the street. I look behind him and more girls are approaching us and a fast pace.

"We have to get out of here." He gasps, turning down an alleyway.

I pull my hand out of his, getting a strange feeling in my stomach.

"Wait. What's going on?"

Girls scream at the opening of the alleyway, sprinting towards us.

He grabs my hand and we sprint to the end of the alleyway and turn onto a busy street, dodging into a store. We hide behind stacks of magazines as the girls sprint past the store, their screams following them.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" I gasp. His hand is still holding mine, which he lets go as we stand.

"This." He points to a cover of the magazine, his pearly smile staring directly at us. I grab it roughly staring at his face, Shawn Mendes sprawled across the top.

"What the hell. Okay, explain right now what is going on here. Is your name even Peter?" I demand, shoving the magazine back.

"It's my middle name. What was I supposed to say? That I'm a platinum recording artist who travels the world performing concerts for millions of fans. Of course, that sounds perfect." His face drops and turns to stare at the magazines. "You were the first person who had no idea who I was and didn't see this."

"I'm sorry." I step forward and wrap my arms around him, knowing that a hug is always the best cure for anything. His arms wrap around me as well and he leans his head on the top of mine.

"Let's get out of here." He says, letting me go. "And I'll explain everything to you."