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Imagine:
I take the stairs to my dorm room and slot the key in, only to find the room empty. A pair of hands cover my eyes from behind.
"Guess who," someone whispers.
I laugh. "Shawn, what are you doing?"
"I'm not Shawn," he says in a deep voice.
I take his hands off my face and turn around to look at him. "Then who's this cutie standing infront of me?" I smirk at him.
"I'm cute?" Shawn asks.
"Well, I think Shawn Mendes is cute, but you're not him are you?" I tease him. He laughs and blushes.
He puts his arms around me. "I'm just kidding, I'm here. But thanks for the compliment."
"What compliment?" I say.
"You called me cute."
I pretend to think and twirl my hair around a finger. "Did I? I wasn't talking to you though, I was talking to someone else. It's a shame, he looked just like you, but I never got his name."
His lips turn into a pout.
I laugh at his innocent looking face. "Aw, chin up. I'm only joking. What did you do while I was gone?"
"Nothing. I had breakfast, looked around. I must say, you have some pretty interesting things-"
"You went through my stuff?!" Oh no! My cheeks burn at the thought of him seeing my box of Shawn Mendes merch, my clothes in the wardrobe - my underwear!
He sees my embarrassment and laughs. "No, no! Not anything like that. I meant the photos pinned up on the cork-board of your family, your world map, the travel tickets you collect, your string of polaroids."
He managed to find my pink camera and before I know it, he's snapped a picture of me.
"Shawn! I wasn't ready. I look awful as well."
"Hey! No you don't. You look pretty in this one." He shows the polaroid to me, and I guess I look alright. I'm looking down to one side but smiling. Shawn shows me another one, this time, one of him. It's a selfie of himself with his wide smile, his hair in loose locks.
"Now we need one together," he suggests. He passes me the camera, insisting I take it. I practice my perfect smile in my head to match Shawn's flawless one.
"Ready?" I ask him. I put my face next to his and smile with my eyes closed. In the last moment, Shawn presses his lips gently against my cheek, his hand cupped around my face.
