Shawn Mendes Imagines

Art

"She never looked nice, she looked like art. Art wasn't supposed to look nice, it's supposed to make you felt something."
- for @lDoggiel 

i stared at the blank canvas while i tried to think of what to paint. my eyes traced over the various paints. i squeezed light green paint along with black, brown, and a darker green onto a art plate. i dipped the paint brush into the brown paint before i stroked it across the canvas. soft music played throughout the room to help me concentrate. 

the sound of a car door closing caused me to stop painting. I took a damp rag and wiped my hands off. I walked along the hardwood floor that had scattered paint on it to the door. "Hey baby." Shawn said once he saw me. "Hey." He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. his face came closer to mine, i closed my eyes and felt his warm lips on mine. we pulled away for air after a few seconds. he brought his hand to my cheek. "you have green paint on your cheek." he said laughing. he used his thumb to wipe it away. i giggled and blushed. 

shawn  was downstairs with some friends, so i decided to go and paint. i was almost finished, and i couldn't wait for shawn to see it. i added some more detail and waited until shawn's friends left to call him up there. "babe?" i heard shawn call out.  "im in the art room." i yelled. i heard loud footsteps coming closer. his eyes widended when he saw the picture. "this is amazing." he said in awe. he looked at the painting closer and said, "this is the park where we had our first kiss isnt it?" i bit my lip and nodded my head, "you did an amazing job." he said walking closer to me. he pushed some stray hairs behind my ear and looked down at my lips, "Maybe we could recreate that moment." shawn said aganist my lips. i smiled and pressed my lips against his.