Shawn Mendes Imagines

Y O U T H

A/N Shawn decided to ruin my imagine, sleep, study, life schedule and release a song WITH KHALID. It's beautiful. All I'll say.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you are negatively impacted by scenes with guns or it hurts too bad to read, one I'm so sorry, you can always message me (you are loved) and two, you should stop reading this imagine or ease with caution. 

(P.S the city is made up :) )

Here I am, stuck on this couch. My legs resting on the shiny wooden coffee table. I had a beer in one hand that I stole, and my journal in my other. 
Scrolling through my notes. Looking over all the half written songs about you that I wrote at unnecessary times at night. All the doodles and swirls that lined the messy pen inked words. 
Heart was broken, still not growing, nah. She made believe I could get out of this place.

Pop Pop Pop

"Come on Shawn! You are in the windows' view! Get down here!" Aaliyah yelled from the basement stairs.

"I'm coming!" I called.

Pop Pop Pop

"Shawn!"

"Dammit! Aaliyah I said I'm coming!" I grabbed my stuff and got downstairs. Aaliyah was reading some book in the corner of the room on her mattress.

"Where is Y/N?" She asked.

"We broke up," I stated bluntly and plopped on the couch.

"Dumbass," she muttered. I rolled my eyes and laid on the couch, staring at the tiled ceiling.

"Look don't starting scoffing at me tonight. Not in the mood," I grumbled.
    
"You never are when she isn't around."

I never answered. Aaliyah was right.

The next morning it wasn't morning. It wasn't even sunrise. It was 5:30 AM. Perfect time to get around and out before anyone could start to bombard Aaliyah on our way to school. Plus we never got much sleep, so waking up early wasn't a problem.

"Good morning loser," Aaliyah said.

"Whatever," I chuckled and grabbed the remote.

"I wouldn't do th-"

I already had.

Waking up to headlines 
Filled with devastation again 

"I told you. It's no use," Aaliyah shrugged.

I hated seeing my home put out like this.

"Bemadon in Constant Riot"

"It didn't always used to be this bad," I said.

"Yeah okay."

"Really. Or at least. Not this bad."

My heart is broken 
But I keep going 

Bullet shells, glass, anything you could possibly think of that could be used to hurt something was scattered around the streets as we walked to school. Not that it wasn't something that we weren't used to, but why should we have to be used to that kind of thing.
I still smiled.