11:11 (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

        The car ride home was anything but silent.  I bought Life Of The Party this morning and listened to it every minute I could during school.  As a result of that, I had almost all the words down so I played it in the car and Shawn and I were able to jam out.  

“WE DON’T HAVE TO BE ORDI-” I sang until the music all of the sudden stopped.  I looked over at Shawn, who had taken my phone and paused the song. “What was that for? I was just tryna jam.” I asked staring confused at him.

“I wanted to hear what your voice sounded like without the music in the background.” He smirked.

“Oh so you had to ruin a great jam session to hear me sound like a dying cow?” I joked.

“I know the other day I said you weren’t that bad, but maybe you are.” He teased back. So I put on a pout face gave him the silent treatment.  After about 30 seconds of silence he said “So are you gonna sing for me or nah?”

“No, you said I was bad.” I replied, still pretending to pout.

“Nicki, I was kidding pleaseee” he begged dragging out the ‘e’ for dramatic effect.

“No, you lost your chance.” I said stubbornly. I looked over at him, he had clasped his hands and looked at me with puppy dog eyes.  Eyes that I swear could make anyone weak.  I focused on not giving in and firmly said “Nope, I’m not going to sing for you", as I pulled into his driveway.  He threw his backpack over his shoulder and stepped out of my car.

Before walking away, he turned around, leaning his arm against the roof of my car and looked me straight in the eyes “I’m sorry for saying you were a bad singer, even though I haven’t heard you legitimately sing.  Maybe I would make it up to you over dinner friday night?” Every single muscle in my body tensed up.  Did he just ask me on a date?! Shit. I need something sly to say back.

“Yes, you can try to make it up to me, but I can’t promise I’ll sing for you.” I smiled and he winked back at me.

“Alright, sounds good, it’s a perfect challenge.” He smirked and shut my car door.  I pulled into my driveway and sat in my car smiling like a fool.  What is going on with me? Why do I feel butterflies swarming in my stomach? Uh oh I might be falling.

I walked inside, closed the front door behind me, and slid down it until my knees were pressed to my stomach. Maybe that would kill the butterflies.  Before I knew it, I was standing up and doing the nerdiest, worst dance moves I could think of.  I have a date with THE Shawn Mendes.  Soon, my mom walked in and immediately said, "Someone's got a date, huh?"

“Gosh mom, maybe I just got a good grade on a test, ya never know.” I laughed.

“No, I know these dance moves, these are move strictly for overwhelming happiness, the kind of feelings love brings.” She smiled at me before saying “Maybe I should take a video of you dancing like this and post it on youtube!”

I rolled my eyes then smiled at her before running up to my room.. What am I going to wear?  Going through every item in my closet, I wasn't satisfied with any of the choices I had.

Wait, wasn't Shawn supposed to come over to work on the cell project? I dialed his number and waited for his voice to fill my ears.

"What gives me the pleasure, Miss Nicole?" He said in a serious manner.

"Didn't a certain Mendes promise that they would come help me with a cell project?" I smiled goofily into the phone.

"I would send my sister over, but she isn't exactly your expert biologist, plus she’s too cute.  I'll be over in a second, babe." He said before hanging up.

I ran into the bathroom as fast as I could. I have never thought of Shawn as anything more than a friend before now. I checked to make sure my hair looked okay. The braid I had done earlier was completely loose now, so I simply decided to let my hair down before recovering my few spots of acne.  There was a knock at the door almost a second later, but my little brother beat me to it.

“Nicki! boyfriend here!” Patrick yelled frantically running around downstairs.

"Patrick, no, he's not my-" I yelled as I stomped down the stairs to see Shawn standing in my doorway, textbook and notebook in hand.

"No it's okay, Patrick," he laughed and shut the door with his foot behind him. One thing I may have forgotten to mention, is that my 9 year old brother Patrick has severe autism.  He was diagnosed when he was 3 years old, but has so many people in his life supporting him. I used to be embarrassed to be in a store or somewhere with him when he would randomly start screaming or crying and everyone would just stare at us.  Now, I let them stare and I am proud to be seen with him because he is hands down the sweetest little boy I have ever met.  I just wish the people giving us looks in the store could see him that way too.  I grabbed Shawn’s hand and pulled him up the steps to my room. We got to the top of the stairs and I was going to release his hand when he surprised me by gripping on even harder.  I looked to him and he smiled at me, rubbing his thumb over my hand. I turned away to hide the blush covering my cheeks.

"Why do you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?" I wondered.

"Turn away from me and blush. You're so beautiful you don't ever need to hide it." He comforted me. Shit. In that moment I lost all feeling in my legs.  Luckily, we had reached my room and I plopped onto my bed with him taking a seat on the ground in front of me.

I began to research on my computer, and when I found a good website, I called him over to sit next to me.  He read over my shoulder and I felt his breath on my neck. "This is good, but I think we can find a better source of information." He responded. He didn’t move back to his position on the floor like I expected him to, he stayed right next to me.

“Fine if you think you can find a better website, have at it” I laughed as I moved the computer from my lap to his.  As I did so, his eyes stayed locked on mine.  He raised a hand to my face before moving away a strand of hair that had fallen infront of my check.  Shawn began leaning in and I freaked. What do I do? He leaned closer, decreasing the gap that separated our faces, just then, the door swung open and in stormed Patrick.  Damn little brothers.

Shawn coughed and leaned back to where he was originally sitting. I awkwardly took the computer back and stared at the screen until Patrick said something.  I'm sort of glad he barged into the room though.  I think I like Shawn, but I've only just met him.  It's way too early to start anything.

"MOM!" Patrick yelled, running down the hall, "NICKI KISS THE BOY! SHE KISS BOY AH"

I let my head fall heavy into my hands, never feeling more embarrassed in my life.  Sneaking a glance at Shawn, he wasn't embarrassed. He was chuckling a bit, but only at my red face.  He seemed comfortable being caught so close to me, which confused me.

"Let's make a vine," he yelled playfully.  I laughed at his childishness but agreed to his request.  We put on Life of the Party and starting dancing ridiculously as it played. He captioned the vine "This beauty wants you to get Life of the Party on iTunes! Do it!" and posted it.  After Shawn left, I talked to Patrick and explained to my mom that I wasn't actually going to kiss him.

Or... Was I?