NO ANGEL ★彡 S. MENDES

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄.

shawn peter raul mendes.

shawn didn't really understand what he was playing, but he did it anyway. in fact, there were a lot of things he didn't understand. why do people suffer? is there a god? why on somedays did he feel like he was at the top of the world and the next he was at rock bottom? why were eggs so hard to cook?

but there was one thing in particular that he couldn't quite wrap his head around was why the thought of eleanor kavinsky would never leave his mind.

he strummed a random set of chords that didn't exactly sound great together but kept his mind going at a steady pace as his heart raced at the thought of her. the thought of his skin moving against hers was enough for him to feel butterflies in his stomach. the sounds of her moans in his ear suddenly echoed through his head and he could feel himself tense at the very thought.

"listen baby boy, let me take over," she quietly moaned in his ear.

shawn felt shivers travel down his spine and he ran a hand through his mop of curls, trying to rid his mind of the thought and then brought his hand back down to his guitar to continue strumming.

"you feel so good, i- oh! oh, shawn!"

he heard her voice again and he shook his head this time and stood up and put his guitar to the side, "teddy," he started nervously, looking at the girl who turned her head to see him, "i need your help. i'm having problems - uh, girl problems."

teddy's eyebrows instantly shot up at the mentions of shawn and his girl problems. "spill," she said bluntly.

"well, um,' shawn stumbled over his words, "there's this girl i know-"

"eleanor, right?" teddy interrupted, a small smile on her lips.

shawn shyly nodded his head and continued, "the issue is that i think i like her. i don't know. but whenever i'm with her i feel different. not bad different, but good different - if that makes sense? and whenever she goes, that feeling goes. and then she's always in my head! and then i'm thinking about her - not all of it is uh, appropriate?"

"you definitely like her, i'm surprised that you didn't realise this earlier," teddy laughed.

"really?" shawn asked, surprised.

"mhm," teddy smirked, "would you ask her out?"

shawn immediately shook his head, "no way!"

"why not?"

"because, because she's eleanor fucking kavinsky! there's no way in hell she'd go out with me... anyway remember that voicemail? that girl, grace. she's probably got her..."

"you don't know that," teddy said quickly, "it sounded like that grace girl was just trying to reconnect with her. how much do you really like this girl?"

shawn was about to answer but teddy interrupted him before he could even begin to say something, "the answer is obviously way too much. anyway, i got an idea. if you really want to get the girl? go to japan? damn, you wrote a song about going to japan just to see a girl for the night. show eleanor that you're the type of guy who will actually go to fucking japan to see you. and you'll beat that grace girl."

shawn was silent for a moment and then spoke, "but she still wouldn't go out with me. i mean, she's got a type. you have to admit."

"what do you mean?"

"she likes people who are just as beautiful as her. people who are as creative and deep-thing as she. i am not one of those people!" shawn exclaimed.

"shawn shut up, just go onto your twitter feed and see how many people think you're beautiful and who relate to your music on a whole other level! they say you're one of the most mature artists of your age and shawn i know you. you are! you've got to stop doubting yourself," teddy said, placing a hand on shawn's shoulder and then pulling him in for a hug when a tear rolled down his cheek.

"it's okay, it's okay," teddy repeated as shawn wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"thank you," shawn finally spoke after a minute of silence.

teddy smiled, "anyway, i think we could write a song about this! you like this girl who's got a type? you could say that she's got particular taste?"

shawn laughed and wiped away the last of his tears on his sleeve and picked up an electric guitar that teddy had plugged in, "okay, so she's got particular taste."

after they finished writing and recording their song and teddy had fallen asleep in her chair, shawn quickly used her computer to book a seat on the next flight to japan (which happened to be in two hours), picked up his backpack and set off for his flight with the hope of being able to kiss a miss eleanor kavinsky like she was his everything - because at that moment in time she was his everything.

a/n - ew also shawn was nominated for two fucking grammys and wow i'm so proud of him. also my girl jorja was nominated for best new artist and janelle for album of the year. also black panther is getting the recognition it deserves and apart from that, the noms flopped oops