11:11 (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

        The next morning was a Monday, sadly, but it was an exciting day.  Shawn was performing on the 10:00 morning news, but he needed to be there for briefing and rehearsals earlier.  He begged that I accompany him for the whole experience, but I compromised and told him that I would need to go back to school later to turn in our stupid science project.

Shawn picked me up at around 8:00, with coffee and fruit in hand.  He figured since he was “dragging me” with him, that he should make the experience as enjoyable as possible.  The drive was going to be kind of a long one.  Traffic is horrible at this time of day and we already live outside of the city.  I cranked up the radio and we left on our adventure, with Shawn’s guitar in the back seat and the sunroof wide open.  I put on my sunglasses and turned up whatever song was on the radio, but it didn’t matter since I was barely listening to it.  It is amazing how I live in Los Angeles but never even get to see the real city.  It just proves how much Shawn has given me and the opportunities he’s brought to me.

The new track by One Direction, Night Changes, came on the radio and I turned it up to full blast.  Shawn loved this song almost as I did, since I was a huge fan of their music, though, I’d never let anyone know except for him.

“WE’RE ONLY GETTING OLDER, BABY, AND I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT LATELY,” I sang, fairly off-key and yelly.  He was sitting in the driver’s seat, with one hand on the wheel and the other on my knee.  I continued yelling the song, trying to get Shawn to join in singing it with me.  It wasn’t hard at all actually, and he was singing by the end of the second chorus.  He wasn’t exactly screaming the words, but I understood since he is about to sing in front of the whole country.  He was mostly smiling and laughing at me, being ridiculous in the passenger seat in sunglasses and a red leather jacket.  I hoped I didn’t look as LA as I feel in these clothes, but my outfit really was on point.  Plus, Shawn was wearing red and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show the world that he was mine.  Wait… is he even mine?  I mean, we act like we’ve known each other for years, and we’re so compatible, but he hasn’t even asked me to be his girlfriend yet.  Well, I guess time will tell.  I don’t want to go another minute without being his one and only.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked, rubbing his thumb on my knee and looking over to me at the red light.  He must have noticed I was distracted because I stopped ridiculously singing and dancing. I snapped out of my thoughts and placed my hand over his.  I smiled back at him sincerely, not because I was masking my want to be his girlfriend, but because I really was proud of him.

“I’m just so unbelievably proud of you, Shawn,” I nodded and told him truthfully.  He was leaning in to kiss me and I looked to my left.  “Your light’s green, babe,” I lightly pushed him away as a car honked behind us.  Shawn rolled down his window and stuck out his middle finger before speeding off.  Luckily, the car behind us turned left and we were still heading straight ahead.  Shawn was smiling to himself like a dufus, so I decided it was my mission to find out why.

“What are you smiling about, loser?” I asked jokingly.  He shook his head and smiled even more.  “Tell meeeeeeee.  Pleeeeease,” I begged him.  He still shook his head and I pretended to get mad.  If I needed to pretend I wasn’t loving this relationship for a couple minutes, then that’s what it takes.  I took his hand off of my knee and pulled my legs to my chest.  I leaned as far away from Shawn as possible and looked out my window.

“No, please, don’t be like that,” he pleaded.  I still didn’t give in, even though my heart melts every time he looks at me. He would have to tell me why he’s suddenly so happy.  I know he wants to be with me as much as I’m dying to be with him.  Some things I am not sure of, but this is not one of those things.  There are sparks and fireworks when he touches, kisses, or even speaks to me.  “I was just thinking about you.  About us.”