Lucky: Shawn Mendes Fanfic

First Day

Samantha's POV
"Hi," I smile back at her, trying to be as friendly as I can be.
"You don't remember me, do you?" She asks, looking at me. I shake my head.
"I know that you look familiar to me, but I don't know why," I admit to her.
"It's okay, I understand. It's been a while," she brushes it off, and then motions for me to come and join her on the couch. "My parents forgot to tell you something important. And I'm guessing they'll realize it soon," she casually mentions. I give her a very confused look, but then my phone starts to ring. "I would pick up," she says, not looking at my phone.
Sure enough, it's Susan.
"Hello," I answer.
"Wonderful! You picked up. So, we forgot to mention something," Susan starts to ramble. "You might have noticed that we have not said our last name to you."
"I have, Yeah," I respond, suddenly worried.
"That's because we were going to wait to tell you," she pauses. I just wait. "We're Susan, Tom, and Aaliyah... Mendes," she finally says it. And in one second, everything clicks.
"Mendes?" I ask.
"Yes, and I wanted to wait to tell you because, the thing is, you can't tell anyone that that's who you're working for. You can tell your mom, that's fine, but no one else," she keeps talking before I can protest anything.
"We understand that that might be hard for you, so we can up the hourly wage, if that's what you need, but overall, you cannot tell anyone, is that clear?" She asks as polite as she can.
"Crystal, Ma'am," I tell her.
"Good good. Have a good day. We'll see you later," and then she hangs up.
"You're Aaliyah Mendes," I tell her, turning to her.
"Yep," she pops the "p."
"And I was your 'Big Buddy' when I was in fifth grade and you were in first," I tell her what I remembered.
"You do remember!" She turns back towards me, excited.
"I'm surprised you remember me," I honestly tell her. "You moved away after that year, so I never saw you again."
"Yeah, our parents wanted us to go to a private school," she sighs.
"How was that?" I ask, genuinely curious. I'm going to be spending my summer with her, I might as well get to know her.
"It sucked. I had to leave all my friends behind, and we had to wear uniforms. My brother also had a hard time leaving, especially you," She trails off.
"Me?" I cough.
"Yeah, we hung out a lot, so I talked about you a lot to him, not to mention you guys were best friends for quite awhile, so he ended up kind of having a crush on you before we had to leave. But then, we never talked again and... ya know... he started singing and now, I'm in a house all to myself all summer," she slouches down.
"Wait? I'm sorry, your brother had a crush on me? We became really good friends while I was your big buddy that year, but he never said or did anything to make it seem like he had feelings," I remember. "When he got famous, I was so proud of him because, even though we were only best friends for like a year, I knew that he had a passion for music then."
"Well, boys are boys and they don't really share their feelings," Aaliyah explains, then laughs.
"I guess you're right," I laugh with her. "So, what do you want to do?" I ask. "Let's go back to big and little buddy days," I give her my full attention, waiting for her response.
"Can we go to Chick-fil-a?" She asks. It kind of shocks me, the simple request. I thought she would do at least a little bit more.
"Of course!" I exclaim, jumping up from the couch. Then I realize it's only 8:20, and sit back down. "For lunch," I smile as she realizes what time it is as well. "How about before lunch?"
"Movie?" I smile.
"What ya got?"
"We have the new Avengers: Infinity War," she offers.
"Sure, I haven't seen it yet," I smile as she gets up and sets up the movie.
••••••••••
"I... am very upset," I tell her as the credits roll. I look over and can see the ghosts of tears as well.
"Why did you want to watch this?" She asks, teasing.
"You picked it!" I retaliate.
"You agreed with me!" She finishes it. We both laugh, and then look at the screen again. In one swift motion, she grabs the remote and turns it off. "No more of that," she says as she does it.
"I agree," I say, pulling out my phone. "Sweet, it's eleven, so we could head out for chick-fil-a soon," I tell her.
"I'm gonna go fix my tear-stained face and then we could go?" She asks, getting up.
"Sounds good. I should do that as well," I agree, getting up. Before she gets too far, though, I realize I don't know where the bathroom is. "Where is one?" I ask as she walks away.
"Down the hall, first door on your right," she tells me, pointing down the hall. I thank her and make my way down the hall to the bathroom and fix my eyes up.
I go back to the living room and see that she still hasn't come down, so I go back to the kitchen to find the extra cash and the keys for the car in the garage. I press the button and find the garage door out of all the rest of the doors by listening to the beep of the car. I open the door and almost drop my phone from my hand. It's once of the nicest cars I've ever seen.
Definitely the nicest car I will ever drive... in my life.
"Yeah, my parents went a little overboard with this one," Aaliyah tells me, appearing out of nowhere.
"They want me to drive this?" I ask, my mouth actually open wide.
"Wait, is that your car?" She asks, pointing to my car parked in the driveway.
"Yeahhhh..." I nervously answer.
"Could we drive that?" She asks, seeming almost overexcited.
"You want to ride in my car?" I ask, confused.
"I've always wanted just a small SUV, and that looks pretty close to what I want. Can we ride it? We can drive the nice car tomorrow, if you want and you can use some of the extra money for gas," she helps explain. I shrug, put the keys back and start walking.
"Why not?" When she looks at me surprised, I simply say, "you coming?"
She laughs, runs to my car, and jumps in.
"Chick-Fil-A, here we come!" I yell as I get in and start the car. Aaliyah just giggles in the front seat.
••••••••••
"So, how did you enjoy your freshman year in high school?" I ask later that day, when we're both sitting on the couch, eating cherries.
"High School Musical was not truthful," is her response. We both laugh together.
"I felt the same way. It was like a betrayal," I tell her, feigning anger.
"Right?!" We both burst out in laughter and then get quiet. "How was your first year in college?"
"Honestly, I was so excited when I first got there, and I did have fun. Lots, without drinking and being an idiot, but I just thought that the entire experience would be better, but I did meet a best friend and I was a teacher's secret favorite student, so that was cool," I tell her.
"Wait, you don't drink either?" She asks, surprised. "You're not just saying that cause I'm in high school?"
"No, I really don't. It's idiotic and just a way to run away from your life," I tell her something I haven't even told my best friend. And then I remember something. "What do you mean 'either'?"
"Oh, nononono! I don't drink. It's Shawn. He doesn't either and he's always talking about how everyone around him is and he wishes someone wouldn't," she simply says, not looking at me and popping another cherry in her mouth.
"Huh," is all I say.
"So, what are you studying? For college?" She asks, getting off the last subject. I have to give her credit, she's a small genius on doing that.
"I'm a theatre major, and I have a minor in education, more specifically, English."
"That's so cool! I want to be a dancer," she tells me.
"You do? That's amazing!" I honestly tell her. "I don't meet many people who are going into the arts. Can you show me something?" I ask her.
"Like a dance?" She asks, nervous.
"Yeah! I would love to see it!" I get excited.
"Okay!" She says, smiling and getting up from the couch. "This is something that I've been working on lately, but it's not finished," she says, blushing slightly.
"You go girl!" I brush off her nervousness and cheer her on.
"Can you give me a beat?"
"Sure!" I start clapping to give her something, and then she starts dancing.
"Oh... my..." she's awesome. Like, actually awesome. I watch and can't help but smile as she gets more and more into it. She obviously loves it and has a passion for it. She finally stops and I break my beat and clap the crap out of my hands for her.
"Aaliyah! That was amazing!" I tell her, getting up to hug her.
"Yeah?" She asks, nervous and out of breath, not believing me.
"Yes! You should make a video or something," I tell her.
"Actually, I'm a back up dancer in my brother's next music video in a couple weeks and I was thinking about showing the producers, but I'm too scared, so I don't know if I could do it," she confesses to me.
"That's incredible!" I hug her again. "You should totally do that! That sounds like so much fun!"
"Good," she wipes her forehead, "cause you have to come with to the filming," she awkwardly smiles and scrunches her face, nervous of my response.
"You're kidding," I tell her.
"No, it's during the day, so you have to come with me. I was trying to figure out a way to tell you, so you wouldn't be mad," she's nervous still.
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" I ask, actually confused.
"Cause it's a little weird and you just have to go and sit through it all and watch," she shrugs her shoulders.
"It sounds like a cool experience, something that I'll be able to brag about to the other theatre majors when I go back in the fall," I tell her, winking and smiling. Her shoulders loosen up and I can see her relax.
"So you're cool?"
"As ice."
"I'm really glad!" she smiles and hugs me.
Just then, the door opens and a voice greets me.
"We're back!" Susan's cheery voice cuts the air.
"Mom, Samantha said she would totally go!" Aaliyah runs up to her and tells her. Susan just smiles and looks up at me.
"Are you sure? If it's weird or anything, you don't have to go," she explains.
"Nono, I want to be there for Aaliyah. To cheer her on," I tell her, smiling at Aaliyah.
"Well, good. I'm glad. I see you remembered about the little/big buddy thing?" She asks me.
"All it took was the last name and it all clicked," I tell her. She just smiles.
"Very well. Well, you're free to go again, and I'll pay you at the end of every week, if that's alright with you," she explains.
"That is perfectly fine," I wave it off like it's no big deal. I hug Aaliyah goodbye and walk back out to my car. I get in, start the engine and start to pull out of their driveway.
And then it hits me.
"I'm going to a filming of Aaliyah Mendes brother's music video." Which means

"I'm going to see Shawn Mendes' music video."
Which means

"I'm going to see Shawn after eight years."
I sigh, gulp and finish backing up out of the Mendes household's driveway. I

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Ohhhh! Now it's getting sort of interesting. Sorry for another chapter without Shawn, he'll be making his first appearance very soon, so stay tuned! Hope you guys are enjoying the story, though.
Also, had my last first day of high school, which means school started again and I don't know if I'm ready.
But, this morning while I was driving there, "In My Blood" came on and it GOT ME HYPE. So that's was cool.