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Backseat Babe | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You and Shawn have been friends for years and feelings finally come out. [fluff] [friends to lovers] [bad boy if you squint] [making out] [general AU]

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"All I want is to be a back seat babe." You groan as you lay your head on the table top of your booth in the diner.

"A what?"

"A back seat babe." You look up at Shawn, your best friend and low key crush. You've had it bad for Shawn for years now. The two of you always seem to dance around the idea that you could be more than friends. Neither of you want to say anything in fear of ruining everything you have built together. That's what you think anyway. "You don't know what that is?"

"No?"

"Ugh. It's when you and your significant other go out with friends and you're coupled up in the back seat and snuggled into each other and you're being loved and kissed on."

Shawn chuckles. "That's a thing in real life? Not just movies?"

"Yeah!" You sit up right and smile at the waitress who brings you your food. "I've never gotten to do it because no one ever wants to date me."

"What? I thought you didn't date because you didn't want to."

"What? No! Of course I want to date! Who the hell wouldn't? Well I guess some people might not but no, I don't date because no one's ever asked me out and the few guys I've chatted up always flake out or turn me down point blank. I'm starting to think I'm cursed."

Shawn pops a few fries in his mouth. "You're not cursed. No one is good enough is all. You'll find the right guy soon enough."

You level your eyes at him and put a hand out in a gesture of annoyance . "We're in college. How much longer do I have to wait? This is getting old as hell. I'm getting old as hell!"

"Oh shut up and eat your fries." He shoves his basket against yours. "Let's talk about the paper Mr. Johnson wants us to write and how I'm going to fail."

"No you won't. You're way better than you give yourself credit for."

Shawn snorts and rolls his eyes. You shake your head. If he'd apply himself to his classes that didn't involve engineering he might be fine. You know he's looking for a way out anyways, he hates school and he'd rather be doing hands on work in a mechanic shop.

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"Lettie, why don't guys wanna date me?" You ask, looking at your friend and roommate across from you. Maybe she could give you some answers.

"You're serious?"

"Yeah?"

"No, really, you don't know why no one asks you out?"

You stare at her. Why was she making it seem like it should be as obvious as they sky is blue? "What? Am I supposed to know why guys run at the sight of me? Am I ugly or something?"

"No!" Lettie laughs. "It's not you at all, it's Shawn."

"Shawn?"

"Yeah. Everyone thinks you guys are together, and if they don't think that, then they're afraid of Shawn beating their asses."

"I-I don't understand." You shake your head and push your history of literature book aside. "You're saying Shawn is cock blocking me?"

"Yep." Lettie nods and smiles. "He's cock blocking to the max. I don't know if it's on purpose or if it's just because of how people see the two of you."