Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

Snowed In // A Shawn Oneshot

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Snow sits on the large wild pine trees lining the drive to the cabin you and your friends rented for a week long getaway and it's breathtaking. The five of you had been planning this for well over a year and it was finally here. The air was crisp. The view was unbelievable. It was truly perfection. Everyone was in a good mood, excited to ski the slopes, hang out in the hot springs and enjoy being away from work and school. There was only one small problem, that wasn't really a problem per say, just an unexpected surprise. Andrew showed up at the cafe where you were all meeting in town, and he had a plus one.

Shawn was a pleasantly unexpected surprise. He was really tall, really handsome and really nice. He greeted everyone like he had known them forever. He clicked with your group almost instantly and within minutes he and Jake already has an inside joke about the dry donuts at the cafe. So now the group consisted of you, Andrew, Jake, Taylor, Samantha and Shawn.

You look away from the trees outside the car and over at Shawn. His legs are spread, taking up his whole half and the middle of the back seat of the Jeep Andrew rented. He looks good, face all sharp angles and smooth clean shaven skin. His eyes are soft, brownish hazel and he's staring out the window with a look that you couldn't really discern. "Hey," you start and he looks over, "You okay?"

"Yeah?" Shawn says and he laughs softly. "Why? Did I do something?"

"No. No reason," you quickly look out your window, not wanting to explain that you were staring at him. You stare at the large cabin Andrew is pulling up to. The other car is already there with the rest of the group unloading their bags.

Jake and Samantha announce that they're engaged once everyone's settled into their rooms. It's not a surprise at all. They had been together for years. Everyone is happy for them and Andrew busts out some good alcohol just for the occasion.

Jake and Sam had started making out on the couch while Taylor and Andrew went into conversation about her upcoming medical residency while Shawn listened in, seemingly interested, but you couldn't really tell. He was a sweet enough guy, polite, helpful, but hard to read when he wasn't directly engaging with you. He had sort of a soft resting bitch face. Not wanting to sit around and do nothing, you decided to go to the kitchen and find a snack.

You're alone, flipping through instagram pictures on your phone, waiting for your popcorn to finish popping in the microwave and sipping your third drink of the night. It's a rum and cola and you can feel it setting in. The familiar looseness, the warmth in your veins. It was only a matter of time before you got sleepy. Shawn walks into the kitchen and you don't notice until he leans against the counter, peeking at your phone over your shoulder.

"What'cha lookin at?" he asks and you pull your phone against your chest.

"Nothing...um...I don't know."

Shawn raises his eyebrows and waves it off. "So, you're the only one I haven't talked to much." He takes a sip out of his glass. It looks like vodka and sprite.

"Mmmhmm, sure haven't," you sip your drink and he doesn't say anything more. It's a little awkward and you look back at your phone. You're not sure if it's because you came off cold, or because he didn't know what to say to you. He just grabs another sprite from the fridge and goes back into the living room.

You and Shawn talk a few more times, but it's nothing more than light banter about the weather or the skiing conditions. He tells you he's single. You tell him you are too. You're too nervous to talk to him for very long in fear he won't like you because you feel like he's way out of your league. He's too nervous to talk to you for very long because he doesn't want to bother you because he can't tell if you seem disinterested or nervous. It's just a mess of miscommunication between you two.