11:11 (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

        I woke up the next morning, still wearing Shawn’s sweatshirt.  I never wanted to take it off, to be completely honest.  It's almost scary how comfortable I was around Shawn and how much I was falling for him.  It made me so happy that he found solace in my friend group, too. Even though he may be extremely famous to the world, he doesn’t appear that way to me.  And the friends of mine who are fans of him are beginning to see him in a completely different way, as well.  I wrapped my arms, hugged warmly by Shawn’s sweatshirt, around my body and smiled to myself.  I texted Shawn.

“it is a good thing u dont want this back because i don't think i'll ever take it off” I told him, sending him a quick mirror selfie.  I locked my phone and descended the staircase of my house to find my brother and mom watching TV together in the family room.  I sat next to my brother and put an arm around his shoulder.

“What’s up, dude?” I asked him, running my hand through his hair before putting it back at my side.  He just smiled and leaned away from me, laughing.  “Tell me, Pat!” I yelled jokingly at him, before grabbing him and trying to make him look at me.  My mom was watching me with him, smiling.  Ever since Patrick was born, I have had a special relationship with him.  His autism makes some days better than others, but he always finds comfort in telling me things.  Patrick finally told me that they were doing the word puzzle in the newspaper, and that he was able to find almost every one.  I congratulated him and walked into the kitchen.  I stood at the fridge and couldn’t find anything I wanted to eat.

“We never have good food!” I yelled to my mom, who was in the other room.  I dug through the cabinets and found pancake mix, which sounded amazing compared to anything else we had in our kitchen.  I began mixing the ingredients together until I realized that we were out of milk.  “Hey Mom, do we have any milk?”

“No, Nick, I meant to buy some today but I just haven’t gotten around to it.  If you need some, you can go over to the Mendes’s and see if they have any,” she told me.  Any excuse to go over to Shawn’s was a good enough excuse for me.  I put on a pair of flip-flops since I was too lazy to lace up any other shoes, and ventured across the yard to Shawn’s front door.  I knocked a couple of times before it opened up to an all too familiar face.

“Didn’t you see the ‘No Solicitors’ sign?” He pointed to the sticker on his window and looked at me funny, and I just laughed.  He soon smiled at me, and pulled me in for a brief hug.  “Wow, that sweatshirt looks way better on you than it ever did on me,” He admitted, tugging at the end of it lightly.

“As much as I love your compliments, Mendes, I have a bowl of half-made pancake mix rotting in my kitchen that I need to return to.  Do you have any milk I can steal?” I asked him hopefully.

“Oh, I’ll give you the milk on one condition,” he explained.  “But there’s no way I’m not getting any of those pancakes.”  He turned around and went to the fridge to grab the milk before putting on some slides.  Once he shut the door, he walked down the couple of steps from his front porch and just stood there, waiting for me.  “Hop on!” He said, motioning to his back.  I jumped on to his back from the step and he carried me all the way back to my house, which was literally 5 steps away.  I opened the door while he was still holding me up on his back.

“I had to bargain,” I shouted as Shawn ran past the family room to the kitchen, with me still on his back.  He put me down and began to measure out milk as fast as possible, since the batter had been sitting out for quite a while now.  I laughed at the urgency and grabbed out two pans and placed them on the stove, since both of us will be able to cook now.  We began pouring out the mix and just waited next to the stove in a comfortable silence.  Shawn approached me and put his arms on either side of me, trapping me against the counter.  He leaned in and our lips collided as I placed my arms around his neck.  The kiss turned into more of a make-out session, which would’ve been perfectly okay with me if it wasn’t for the burning pancakes next to us.  I placed one final peck on his lips and pushed him away from me lightly.  He pouted his lips and groaned, following me as I flipped both mine and Shawn’s pancakes.  He wrapped his arms around my waist and stood behind me.  He put his chin on my shoulder as I pressed the spatula down on the pancakes.  He started to place quick kisses all over my cheeks and face, distracting me from my work.

“Shawn!” I giggled playfully, trying to pry his hands off of me.  His strong grip on me was not possible to remove, so he continued kissing me until the scent of something burning filled the room.  “Who needs pancakes anyway,” he smirked and picked me up, spun me around, and put me back down.  I walked back over to the pan and decided that our breakfast still looked edible enough, so I just cut off the burnt parts and threw those out.  My mom and Patrick had already gone upstairs, probably trying to concentrate on their word puzzles since Shawn and I were making a lot of noise as we attempted to be culinary experts.  I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the family room and sat down next to him.  I began eating, but he didn’t, which was really strange since I know he loves eating more than anything.

“I will not eat until you cuddle with me,” He complained.  I laughed at him and scooted closer to his open arms, placing my plate on the table in front of us and putting a hand on his chest.  He put his arm around my waist and his head on top of mine.  With his free arm, he put on the news, since he was too lazy to find a different channel.  Then, he combined out plates of pancakes and placed them on the couch next to us so we could both reach them.  Occasionally, he would rub my back or kiss my forehead, which I couldn’t get enough of.  The news was pretty boring, I mean, it is the news.  Mainly I was just enjoying his company, his arms around me, and his heart beat next to my ear.  I’ve never been in love with anyone before.  Loving in general is so hard with Patrick and my family, since finding someone I can trust is very difficult. That being why my close friends are made up of a select group. Shawn is so different from anyone I’ve ever met.  Not only is he incredibly attractive and talented, but he listens to me and appreciates who I am, even if I am not a Vine star or social media icon.  I was really falling for him, and I don’t even know what love really is, do I?  I snapped out of my thoughts when Shawn told me to listen to the television.

“Alright, everyone.  That’s all we’ve got for today.  Tomorrow, we have a special segment on recipes for the fall as well as an exclusive performance from up-and-coming artist, Shawn Mendes!  See you tomorrow morning, America!” The anchor closed out and I paused the TV, looking at him.

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed.

“It is so exciting, isn’t it?  When they asked me, I-” He began but I interrupted.

“There’s going to be so many new recipes in that segment!” I joked and jumped around the room, Shawn shaking his head at me.  “But yeah, I guess its cool that you’re on there, too.”  I chuckled and walked back over to him.  He opened up his arms to me and I sat down on his lap.  He wrapped his arms around me and I placed a hand on his neck and the other on the side of his head.

“I’m so proud of you,” I told him sincerely, looking in his eyes.

“I want you to come watch me,” He told me hopefully, waiting for my response.

“Oh my gosh, there’s nowhere I would rather be, Shawn,” I smiled and kissed him quickly before hugging him.  “What are you going to sing?”

“Life of the Party,” He said definitively, “and maybe another song I’ve been working on but I think it will have to wait.”

“Do you want to sing it for me first?” I asked him.

“I don’t want you to hear it yet.  If it isn’t perfect, it isn’t worth your ears,” He explained and I blushed.  “I can’t get enough of you, Nicki.  You’ll seriously be the death of me.”

“Slow down, Shawn, we’ve only been on like a date and a half,” I laughed and tapped his nose.

“Every time I am with you feels like a date, Nick.  You make me so nervous sometimes,” He smiled and I returned the grin.

“Alright, Weekly Chris.  I have homework to do and you have a show to prepare for tomorrow,” I sighed, motioning him towards the door.  As I turned around, he grabbed my wrist and spun me back around.  He kissed me for one last time before jumping off of the porch and returning to his house.  I grinned and walked back inside.  Every minute I did my homework was sadder, since it was 60 more seconds away from Shawn. I constantly perked up from my homework to see him through his bedroom window. He was sitting at his desk chair playing his guitar, singing to himself. He’s going to be great on the show tomorrow, I know it.

I want to be here for every step of the way on Shawn’s journey.  I may not know what love is quite yet but I know I’m feeling it for him.