Shawn Mendes Imagines

Bus Ride

[UNEDITED]

"Hey, can I sit here?" 
I nodded, lifting my backpack and setting it on my lap.
"Thanks." he said.
I looked out the window as the bus began moving.
"Are you at the first stop?"
"No, there's like five stops before mine."
He nodded, looking away from me.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"
I shrugged.

"I'm Shawn."
"Y/n."

He stared at me for a bit.

"Wait, weren't in my English class for the first month?"
"Oh yeah."
"Why did you switch?"
"I dropped AP lit for an easier english."
"AP lit wasn't even that difficult after a few months."
"Really?"
He nodded.

"You're a senior, right?"
"Yeah, I'm assuming you are too?"
I nodded. "How come I've never seen you around?"
"I only came here last year."
"Oh okay. That makes sense."

"Do you play any instruments?"
"Actually, yeah. I play a lot cause music is the only talent I have."
"Which instruments?"
"Flute, clarinet, trumpet, cello, guitar, bass, violin, and piano."

"Impressive."
"Thanks. Do you play any?"
"Yeah, I do, but my favorite is guitar."

"Are you in band?"
"No, I like to make my own music."
"Aw, dude that's sick."
"Thanks." he smiled. "Maybe we can hang out sometime and I can show you some of my songs."

"I'd love that."
"Cool, can I have your number?"
"Sure." I said as he handed me his phone.

The bus came to a stop.

"Well, this is my stop. I'll text you later." he smiled, standing up.
"Okay, cool. Bye, Shawn." I smiled.