Delané Santos. Shawn Mendes. Childhood best friends.
"He's my best friend, I can't fall in love with him."
Just two teenagers, existing in a world full of confusion. What's love? What's hate? Careers thrown into their faces, and then suddenly, they...
Heya lovelies, do you get the chapter name reference?
Quote of the day is by somebody anonymous: 𝓑𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾💓🌻
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Shawn's P.O.V. I sat by the window of the car, staring out of it and watching the houses pass by. I eagerly waited to pass Delané's house.
I felt bad for not telling her that I was coming home today, but since I left we had drifted. She barely called up anymore and when we talked always seemed disinterested. I guess that's what happens when your separated from people you love for a long time, besides she has Noah. I pulled out my phone and saw a DM from Camila.
Camila: Hey Shawn, did you arrive safely? Xx
Shawn: Yep, on my way home now.
Camila: Phew, I was getting worried. x
Shawn: Lmao, all good.
I closed Instagram and looked at my home screen, it was a photo of Camila and I. {A/n, just a heads up, I am making this up and I'm praying that this photo is from 2014, if not lets just roll with it, its a fanfic, not a biography of Shawn Mendes. By the way, aren't they just the cutest couple, NOW; not in the story.}
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It was originally a photo of Lané and I, but I guess now I'm closer to Camila than I am with Lané. Its sad, though I have to get used to it.
"Shawn?" I heard Aaliyah ask from behind me. She's took the seat right at the back for more space, but now she was hanging her over the seat in front of hers which was mine.
"Where's Pickles? And who's that? Why did you change your home-screen?" She had a puzzled look on her face and I was riddled with guilt.
A nine-year-old wouldn't understand the situation Delané and I were in, if it even was a situation.
"Oh this is my friend Camila, I uh, lost the photo of Lané and I." I replied softly. I looked into the rear view mirror and saw my mom roll her eyes. I chewed on my bottom lip.
"I like Pickles more. Your stupid to have lost that photo, it was heaps better." She huffed. Maybe I did take this a step too far.
"Aaliyah, just leave it." I told her and sunk back into my seat.
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"Right so you kids can pop into McDonald's while your father and I go grocery shopping." Mom informed us as she passed us each a twenty dollar bill.
