You and Me, Forever

Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts [1]

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"Welcome back to The Late Late Show and here is our first guest, Shawn Mendes!" James screams to the crowd.

Shawn walks in, smiling his usual adorable smile and takes a seat at the round table.

"So James, last time I was here I was doing something quite different. I wasn't surrounded by these gross foods."

"Well Shawn, today we are going to play Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts. So, one of us draws a card and on it is an uncomfortable question. You either answer it truthfully, or you have to eat one of these DELICIOUS foods."

"Wow. Okay." Shawn says, obviously nervous.

"Alright, so let's see what we have here. Bird saliva, ghost pepper hot sauce, pickled eggs, salmon smoothie, bull penis, crickets, clam juice and a special just for you Shawn, a whole raw tomato, stuffed with tomato purée."

At this, Shawn winces the most.

"What a sick game this is, James."

"I know. I pride myself in coming up with it. So, would you like to start?"

"Sure sure. So, for this one I think I'm going to give you... the clam juice. James, who's the Carpool Karaoke you enjoyed the least?" Shawn chuckles as he reads off the card.

James swallows. He raises the glass and takes a sip of clam juice, coughing. The crowd is roaring with laughter and Shawn is bent over laughing.

"Haha think this is funny Mendes? Alright." He reads the card and smirks. "Okay Shawn. For this question, you are getting... the pickled eggs."

Shawn covers his eyes, as James turns the table so that the egg is facing him.

"Shawn. There are many rumors on you and Chloe Grace Moretz. What is really going on between you two?"

Shawn sighs. "Easy. Nothing."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Wow you just dodged a bullet here!"

"Yay! Seriously, I've never even met her in person so, I don't really know her. Okay, so since I almost go the pickled eggs, I think you should get them too."

"Oh noo. Okay."

"So. James. Which Jimmy do you prefer, Fallon or Kimmel?" Shawn asks.

"Well, cheers." And James shovels the egg down his mouth.

The crowd is louder than ever before at this point.

The game resumes, the questions getting more and more personal and the food getting more and more disgusting.

"Alright final question Shawn. And this, I think deserves the almighty tomato!"

"Damn it, James."

"Shawn. Tell me. Truthfully. Who do you like at the moment?"

The crowd "oohs" as Shawn turns red. He didn't want to admit he liked Camila Cabello but he also did not want to bite into that double the disgusting tomato.

"Oh my god. James. I really don't want to eat that."

"Theeeeeen, answer the question." James winks.

"Fine. I like. Camila."

At this, the crowd went ballistic.

"Camila? The young, famous singer sonwriter, Camila Cabello?"

"Yes. Like we've met a couple times, and she's just so funny and kind you know? Well, shoot. People are gonna freak out."

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