Love Story (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter 2- Airplanes

The flight was really nice, which was mostly due to Shawn. He was friendly and openminded- and really cute, but if anyone asked me, I'd deny it.
We talked a lot. About everything. Especially music and movies. He was incredibly smart. The theories he had about movies and the techniques in music he knew left me wondering what huge part about himself he still didn't reveal to me.
But he wasn't as openminded about everything.
He was shocked when I admitted I didn't like Drake: "I just think his music is overrated. I never said that it was bad.", I stated with a feisty undertone.
He smirked: "Next thing you're telling me is that you don't like Taylor Swift"
"Who doesn't like Taylor swift", I answered in shock and he started laughing. "I knew it. You are a soft one"
"Didn't I seem that way at the first impression?"
"Most softies have a hard core. But you are just soft as a marshmallow through and through.", he joked.
"You don't know me that well then", now it was my turn to joke as I pulled my headphones out of my bag where I buried them 3 hours ago.
"Those are cool", he said as he snatched them out of my hand, "where did you get those?"
"Those are basically white Beats. I painted them myself" He let his finger slide over the painted cherry blossoms and the bamboo I painted, framed with a light blue color that closely resembled the sky.
He looked at me in disbelief: "You should definitely do stuff like that professionally."
"Who would buy them? No lucrative business", I joked.
"I'd buy them", he smiled at me.
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3 hours later after talking a long time and watching the movie Letters to Juliet (with my favourite actress Amanda Seyfried. I even saw her movie Jennifers Body twice, even though it sucked ass the first time already) he fell asleep in his seat and I put on my headphones.
In my opinion I had the weirdest taste in music. I liked everything from Taylor Swift over Zedd to die Toten Hosen (a german punk rock band, for those who are unfamiliar with german music.).
At some point his head rolled on my shoulder, but I didn't mind. I really felt comfortable around him and I hoped we wouldn't lose touch after this flight. I really needed a friend.

One hour later he was woken up by the stewardess. Dinner time.
"Ugh, there's nothing worse than plane food. Seriously." I moaned, stirring in my mashed potatoes- at least I think it was mashed potatoes.
"There's worse. I'm speaking from experience.", he answered, slightly smudging the last words with a yawn.
"Well, if that's so, then it still sucks to eat plane food. But I'm glad there's worse. There would have been something totally wrong with the universe if there wasn't.", I joked and he laughed.
I really felt myself loosening up around him. Something that I haven't done in a long time, since 10th grade to be exact. That was when I found my best friends. Kilian, Fox, Celine, Cathy and Vanessa.
They were just like me, a little socially awkward, not especially attractive, unnoticeable. The perfect clique.
But he was different, so extroverted, and confident, yet charming and sincerely friendly.

And so attractive.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you what you are doing in New York. My apologies for that.", he said between bites.

And so polite.

"I got into the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. Full scholarship.", I started when his jaw dropped.
"Wow, you must be really talented. A full scholarship. Holy shit. Which subject?"
"Musical Dance and Drama", I said blushing.
"That is absolutely amazing. You must be a really good singer as well."
"Oh no, I don't sing", I answered hastingly. I saw his questioning looks and started explaining: "It makes me really nervous to sing. Acting is fine, I get into a different character, someone who's confident and do my thing. Dancing is okay as well. It's a choreography, that underlines the feeling of the singer or composer who wrote the song. Has nothing to do with me personally.
But singing is so intimate. You know me a little by now. I can barely talk to you without being a nervous wreck, just imagine me busting out of my comfort zone and just reveal every fibre of my being. No, that's not possible."
I expected him to look at me like I'm crazy but what I saw was understanding. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing, just.. I really understand how you feel. I mean the part where you let it all go, not the part where you're afraid of it. When I sing, it feels freeing to know that I lay myself bare to the world. But it took a long time to learn."
"You sing?", I asked him. There was a break before he talked, I saw him evaluating his next words carefully as if he didn't want to reveal too much of himself to me.
"I do, it's really fun. I love it. I could sing to you at some point", he finally answered. I nodded: sure, maybe then you'll finally tell me who you actually are. I feel like I'm close to figuring it out.

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BOB