"stop doing that!" "doing what?" "acting like you like being with me one second and acting like you hate me the next!" "i think you forget you're the one who gets paid to do this." (lowercase intended!) SEQUEL IS POSTED, ITS CALLED LEARN!! disclaimer: i don't own shawn or any of the magcon boys but i do own leena and her storyline.

"i'm not a demon; i'm meaner."

"what i've learned, is that when it comes to shawn mendes; it's never easy, but it'll probably end up being worth it." SEQUEL TO HIRED. disclaimer! i don't own shawn or any of the boys but i do own leena and her storyline. rank #501 in fanfiction✨

"You seem like the type of person to have a perfect life." "Oh it's far from perfect, sweetheart." . . a girl and boy bond over how twisted and screwed up their lives are. EDIT: this is badly written, read at your own risk (no seriously this was written in middle school)

And she, the beautiful girl with angel eyes, continued to believe there was something left to love. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

"Stay away from Shawn Mendes." That's what everyone keeps telling Grace, who recently moved from the bustling New York City to the quiet town of Pickering, Canada. She has no trouble making new friends, but everyone she meets keeps telling her the same thing. They want her to steer clear of Shawn Mendes. Shawn is the school's bad boy. No one will tell Grace anything about him, besides the fact that he's bad news. But she can sense that there's more to his story. Everyone seems to know something about Shawn that they won't tell her. Even though all her new friends beg her not to talk to him, her curiosity gets the best of her. Grace can't seem to stay away from him. She tries to befriend Shawn, and uncover the secrets in his past. Even if that means risking her life, and maybe even falling in love with him.

i hope that one day you'll understand how everything that hurt us was everything that made us who we are -rm drake (finished)

“missing you came in waves, and that night you left, i drowned.”

❝-if i give you twenty reasons to live, would you stay?❞ © nohanthony 2015 story idea by: michaelclifford

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]