Shawn Mendes Imagines

VII ✧ FIRST KISS

I looked up at the night sky from the back of Shawn's truck. We had a little tradition that the two of us had been doing since freshman year. When one of us had a bad day or wanted to talk about something personal, we would get in Shawn's truck and drive to the countryside. We would lay in the tailgate and stay to watch the sunset, talking bout whatever was on our minds for hours. So when Shawn asked me if we could go to 'our spot', I knew that something was wrong.

He returned from the truck with a blanket. He jumped into the tailgate and layed down beside me, covering us both. A sigh escaped his lips, before he spoke.

"I have a problem." He turned his head, looking at me sadly with his hazel eyes. "I'm gonna tell you, but promise you won't laugh."

I nodded. "i promise."

  He frowned. "That dry ass promise isn't good enough, Y/n. This is serious. I need you to pinky promise." He held his pinky out, staring at me with a serious expression.

My eyes couldn't help but roll. "You're such a child, Shawn." I interlocked our pinkies anyway. "I pinky promise." I said monotoningly.

"Ok," He sat up, "Well, you know that girl Avery, right?" I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to match the name with a face.

  "Oh," I said, realization hitting me. "That really pretty girl. What about her?"

"I wanna ask her on a date, but.." He trailed off and began fiddling with his fingers.

  "But what?"

  He didn't answer me.

  "Shawn."

"I've never kissed a girl!" He flailed his arms in the air. "There, I said it. go ahead and laugh."

I sat up next to him. "Shawn, I already knew that." I looked at him blankly.

  "Really?"

  I nodded, "We've been best friends since kindergarten, dumb ass. You would've told me."

He sighed in relief, "Oh yeah." A chuckle escaped his lips.

  "I really like her. I can't help but to think of all the ways that this could go wrong. What if she tries to kiss me and I mess up. I'll be a joke."

"Nobody's first kiss is perfect, Shawnie." My hand rubbed up and down his back soothingly. "I remember mine. Xander Collins, we were in eighth grade. He tried to french kiss, and I bit his tongue so hard that it started to bleed." I cringed.

"I remember that." Shawn began to laughed hysterically. "You came to my house and cried for like an hour."

  I rolled my eyes. "To this day he still hasn't spoken another word to me, but that's not the point." I shook off the subject,

  "The point is that if she doesn't like you for you, she's missing out."

It was quiet for a while.

  "Can i kiss you?" He blurted out, making me choke on my spit.

  "W-what?"

"You know, like for practice?"

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Shawn, I should slap you right now. You just made me waste a whole goddamned motivational speech."

  "Sorry!" He put his hands up. "But can I? Please?"

I sighed. "Fine. Come here, and don't be chicken, either. 'Cause I'm about to rock your world, scrawny boy." I joked

  He scooted closer to me awkwardly.

  "What do I do?"

"Well first, you set the mood. Look her in the eyes." He nodded, staring at me with his hazel eyes.

  I don't know why, but this weird feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach. Almost like..butterflies.

  Digest them, damnit. It's go-time.

"Now what?" He mumbled raspily. His eyes darted from mine to my lips several times.

  "Now, close your eyes." He did as told, fluttering his eyes shut.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck. My fingers softly ran through his curly brown hair, making him sigh in content.

  "Slowly lean in." I whispered.

  I closed my eyes as the two of us began to lean in. Our lips eventually made contact and I began to move my mouth. Shawn caught on after a few seconds, doing the same.

To say that he's never kissed anyone before, he was a damn good kisser.

  His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. It lasted for at least a minute, but we pulled apart once we were in need of air.

I quickly moved away from him.

  "That was.." I panted, trying to regain my normal breathing pattern.

"...Wow." He finished my sentence. "I just kissed a girl. I just kissed my best friend."

  A blush spread across my cheeks as i chuckled. "Yea, you did. So tell me, did I rock your world or what, Mendes?" I smirked.

  He scoffed. "More like I rocked yours, but whatever." He fought a grin.

  "Oh, as if!" I shoved his shoulder playfully.

  "So, are you feeling better about this whole situation? Think you're ready to get the girl?"

  He nodded. "Yeah, but I don't think I want to ask Avery out anymore." He said, making me frown.

  "What? Why?"

"I'd rather take you out instead."

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i'm a sucker for these little cheesy, clichè imagines. sorry not sorry

-bri