Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Treehouse -Part 6

  Part 6- Imagine:
***2 years later***
Shawn's POV:
"So how was your 13th birthday?" I ask Y/n.

She look up from her new phone and shrugs, her long hair sliding around her shoulder. "It was okay I guess, you should've come though. Nash was loving the attention from Alisha a bit too much..."

I wish I went too. A few days ago Y/n and her friends, Nash and Cam went bowling for her 13th, and it just so happened to clash with my ice hockey practice.

"So how's your ice hockey going? Will you be playing in a regional game soon?"

"I don't know..."

"If you do, call me. I'd love to watch you play."

I smile. "Sure," I say, but my voice cracks, making Y/n laugh.

"You know, it's funny seeing all you change and grow. Nash used to be quiet and shy, and now he's taller than me and won't stop growing. His voice is about this deep as well." She make a low grunt and giggles.

"It's the same for you too," I say, although I'm not sure if I like the change. I feel Y/n is growing more distant from us, from me, and I don't like it.

"Shawn?"

I snap my head up and she's watching me. "Do you remember what you were like 5 years ago? You had short hair, always with us-"

She slaps her forehead and groans. "Oh please don't bring the past up. That was like, the worst phase ever of my life. I mean, what was I thinking back then?"

I laugh. "You weren't thinking anything, and that's good. But now..."

"Now what?"

"You're a girl-"

"Shawn, I've always been a girl-"

"No I mean." I sigh. How am I going to say this so that things won't get awkward between us? I like Y/n a lot, but she's had her eyes on Nash since day 1. "What I meant to say is, you've changed since the 8 year old you. You're right, maybe that was just a phase but I kinda miss the old you. The one who showed off your cartwheeling skills, the one who was different from all the girls. The only old you I see is when you skateboard, but even that's sort of dying away."

Y/n looks at me, and then starts laughing. "Wow Shawn, that was... something."

Did she take in any of that? Of course not. At least I tried.

"I think it's getting late, I better go," she says quietly. She gets off my bed and ruffles my hair. "If it makes you feel better, you won't stop being my best friend, you're my number one Shawn. Always remember that, nothing will stop us talking."

And I believed her.