shawn mendes imagines

Invisible

(a/n: from popular request, I turned this imagine into a book called Little Lies. It's completed and in my works now, so if you like this then you should check it out)
Shawn Mendes Imagine.

"Yeah, I'm sort of a ghost."

I woke up panting, glancing around my darkened room. It was nearly 1:00am, which is odd, because I don't remember falling asleep.

Not being able to go back to bed, I jumped up and grabbed my guitar, placing the straps on my back. I wrote a note for my mom saying I was out and left it by her car keys. I quietly walked out and begun my midnight walk.

"Darling I, will be loving you til we're 70
And baby my, heart still falls as hard at 23"

I continued to sing easily one of my favorite songs as I slowly strode along the path that led to our town's park. Quickly changing directions, I headed down to the river for inspiration on my new song. I pulled out my book that was in my guitar case, setting myself up.
So far, I had:

"I keep going to the river to pray
cause I need something that can wash all the pain
and I know I'm scaring all these demons away
but your ____, the _____ of you it keeps me away"

I still didn't know what to put there. The memory? The memory of you keeps me away? I decided to tried it out anyways, softly strumming my guitar.

"But our memory, the memory of you it keeps me away"

"No, that's not right," I mumbled to myself, shaking my head slightly as I scratched out that idea.

"Try the ghost of you."

I quietly screamed, or, slightly squealed, at the voice. Who was there? I nearly threw my song book because of that.

I stumbled got up with my guitar in my right hand, looking insane as I was softly panting.

"Are you okay?" It asked again. I looked around at my surroundings until I spotted a boy, about my age.

His skin was a ghostly white, and he had brown hair. He was wearing a red flannel, which looked like it was worn quite a bit. His head was tilted to the side, showing he is probably more confused than he should be.

"No, you scared the shit out of me." I breathed out, sitting back down after I caught my breath. He sat down with me, avoiding my gaze a little.

"I'm Shawn," He said after a moment, smiling.

"I'm Grace," I replied, setting my guitar back down in its case.

"You have an amazing voice," He spoke, staring at my guitar.

"Thank you," I mumbled back while glancing at my songbook, "Did you say the ghost of you?" I made sure, looking up at him.

"Yeah– May I see your guitar?" He asked politely, his soft brown eyes roaming my features. I don't usually let anyone touch my guitar but he seemed different.

A weird different.

I handed it over, and he lightly grasped it. I felt a cool wisp shoot through the guitar.

"Yeah, so it'd go like but your ghost, the ghost of you it keeps me away," He playfully sang, not looking like he was trying really hard as he strummed.

"I love your voice," I blurted, causing his cheeks to heat.

"Thank you."

"And I love those lyrics. May I write them down?" I questioned, hoping he would say yes.

"Of course," He smiled and did a small nod.

"Maybe I can get your number so we can talk sometime?" I asked hesitantly, regretting my decision as his face went completely red.

"Uh, I don't have a phone, sorry." He said quickly.

"Oh okay. Then maybe I'll stop by your house sometime?"

"I don't have a house either." He blankly replied, staring at the ground. I suddenly became confused but went with it.

"C'mon then, you can stay with me."

"No I'm fine." He mumbled quickly. Was he okay?

"Oh, um— alright." I moved in to hug him. He stepped back before I could.

"Bye," He said and ran away. What was wrong?

*****
five days later

     I walked back to the park once again, looking for Shawn. I caught a reflection, heading towards the water and stopping when seeing him laying on the river.

When I say on, I meant on the river.

"Why can't I just be alive again?" He mumbled to himself, dragging his fingers along the top.

What?

He sat up more and played in the water, sighing as he stood. He got out, perfectly dry. What was wrong with this kid?

"Why aren't you wet?" I asked abruptly, watching as he turned around in fear.

"What did you hear me say?" He asked nervously.

"Probably too much— Are you okay?"

He shook his head no. He motioned for me to come sit down. I hesitated before walking over. I looked at him and he knew I wanted answers.

"Listen, about the whole I wish I was living thing..." His voice trailed off. I looked at my shoes, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"I'm sort of a ghost. I don't know why you can see me." I started laughing, "You're so good at pranks, Shawn. Oh my god, you had me fooled." I felt slightly silly, looking around. He sighed, shaking his head.

"I wasn't joking. You want proof?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and just nodded, a tad scared to see what other tricks he'd pull. We got up, walking to the busy streets, when suddenly, he ran out in the middle of the road.

"Shawn! Watch out!" I yelled as a car went straight through him. Wait, what? He came back.

"See? I'm fine," He proved, twirling around in a circle.

He shrugged and ran up to a mob of people, walking through them. I cringed at the weird sight, trying to convince myself I was loosing it.

But, this wasn't special effects or pranks anymore. It was reality.

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So if you didn't see at the top, I turned this into a book. So if you liked it, check the full story out in my works :)