Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

Fate | Shawn Mendes

Summary: After having your heartbroken and getting rejected by the only guy who has ever asked you out, a good friend like Shawn may be just what you need to turn your horrible day around. [general au] [fluff] ['cowboy'/farm boy au] [friends to lovers]

Word Count: 4.3k

|Masterlist In Bio|

The last thing you hear as you leave your house is the screen door clattering against the old wood door frame. You need to get away, to clear your head of the fucked up mess you just experienced.

Your date, your first ever real date, lied, stood you up, and went on a date with another girl. It's literally the worst thing you can possibly imagine happening to you on your first date. Other than someone dying, but honestly this kind of feels worse.

Ten minutes before Josh; your date, is supposed to pick you up, he texted you. He said he couldn't make it, that his grandma had just been taken to the hospital. It was believable enough, things like that happen. You were disappointed of course but sent back well wishes and said you were open to reschedule. He didn't reply back. That was fine, he was probably with his family.

Not half an hour after Josh texted you, your friend Tia sent you a photo. It was two people, a guy and a girl sitting at a table in the food court at the mall in the city.

Tia: isn't that Josh?

You: no? He's at the hospital with his grandma.

Tia: no he ain't

Another picture downloaded and you could see very clearly that it was in fact Josh sitting there with a girl who is definitely not you. Your stomach lurched. He lied. He lied and went out with another girl. What the fuck? You got up and dropped your phone on the bed. The past few weeks... everything that's happened...all the flirting, the jokes, studying together. All of it meant nothing. Josh was a player and you were just part of his game.

That's how you find yourself about half a mile from your house on a gravel road that leads to the Mendes Ranch. The Mendes family are your neighbors and your family is good friends with them. They have a son, your age, named Shawn and a daughter a few years younger named Aaliyah. You look at the red barn and think maybe you'll go there and just chill for a while, hang out with the horses. Surely they won't mind.

You hear a vehicle approaching and you glance back to see the old truck that you know is Shawn's. Shawn, an actual walking talking gentleman of a "cowboy" who makes all the ladies swoon. He's like the James Dean of farm boys and you're so fucked for him but you're pretty sure you're just good friends according to him.

You step down off the road to avoid getting hit or ending up with gravel kicked at you from the tires.

"Hey Sweetheart!" The truck rolls to a stop beside you and your heart lurches into your throat. "You okay?"

Of course he has to stop and check on you. He's too nice, too good.

"Yeah I'm fine." You cross your arms for a moment before you wipe your nose with your sleeve, all while still avoiding eye contact. "I'm just going for a walk."

"But you're cryin'? Can I give you a ride back home?"

"I'm not going home right now."

"Well I am not leavin' you to cry on the side of the road. Come on, get in and I'll take you up to the ranch with me for a bit."

You sigh and wipe your face. Just what you want to do, get in Shawn's truck while crying. How is he going to see you now? Like the sad girl who lives down the road? Ugh. Great. You crawl up into the passenger seat and stare out the window as Shawn starts driving.