Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 2

Imagine:

"Keep going, you're doing great!" I yell.

His face lightens up as he circles around a small area infront of me, increasing his speed each time. He moves one skate across the ice and halts to a stop, spraying ice at the side. I skate over to him and he grins at me whilst panting. "How was that? Was it fast? I felt like I was flying!"

I laugh and pat him on the head since he's slightly shorter than I am. "That was brilliant! Not bad for 4 weeks of training. The extra times on Saturdays seemed to help."

Since our first encounter about a month ago, I've been teaching Shawn how to improve his balance and it's paid off a lot. He's more stable now on the ice and can skate quickly when he concentrates hard.

"Now, when you play ice hockey is it getting easier?" I ask him.

He nods his head. "Yeah, it is. You're the best Y/n! Thanks for helping me."

I smile at him. "No problem. Hey, do you wanna go get some ice cream? My mum's taking me to the mall but I don't want to shop so I'm stopping at the dessert place. She can give you a lift home if you want?"

"Sure, ice cream sounds good."

We race each other to the seating area and start to take off our skates. I walk over to my locker which we now share and start to pack my things away. Mum walks towards us, and I notice Karen, Shawn's mother, is at her side.

"Aw, isn't it nice that I finally get to meet the famous Y/n?" she says.

Shawn starts to blush red and groans. "Mom, stop it! You make it sound like I talk about Y/n all the time."

"Sweetie, don't be like that now."

I look at Shawn and raise an eyebrow at him. He just shrugs and looks away.

"Come on you two, let's go grab some ice cream!" My mum says.

It's my turn to groan now. "Mum, you sound more excited than we do, it's embarrassing."

She laughs at me and walks ahead with Karen. I turn to Shawn. "Embarrassing mums huh? I think your dad is way cooler, and Aaliyah."

"Yeah, embarrassing," Shawn repeats. "Sorry about what my mum said earlier. She just gets a little carried away-"

"Was it true?" I ask him.

His eyes widen. "W-was what true?"

Why am I asking that question? Why does it matter so much to me? "How you talk about me all the time?"

He opens his mouth to say something, but then stops. I laugh and shake my head. "Hey, don't worry Shawn. You don't have to tell me."

"Actually, it is mostly true. But I don't talk about you ALL the time. Just occasionally, you know, if I think about you-"

My heart skips a beat. "What?"

"I mean, if we message each other about our lessons... a-and stuff like that," he mumbles.

I shake my head and laugh at him. "One day Shawn, you'll grow into an amazing, tall boy who won't trip over your words."