Shawn Mendes Imagines

Street Racing

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Shawn ~

"I'm going to tell you guys how your mother and I met, don't ever do what we did. Anyway, my old friends Leon, Paul, and Kay would always meet up with me downtown to go street racing...."

               "Shawn!" Paul called out my name from behind me. The humid July air trilled against my skin. Summer was always the best time for late nights with friends. Long nights make everything extra exhilarating.

"You got a pack?" He hollered at me even though we were now face to face. Nodding my head, I pull out a pack of Marlboro and take out two cigarettes; one for the both of us. I tossed one over to him as he vigorously and cautiously caught it.

"Hey, this is precious! Don't just throw them!" Chuckling, he lights the cigarette before taking in a whiff of the cancerous addiction. Placing mine in between my top and bottom teeth, he lights mine with his 1989 Bon Jovi themed lighter. At the age of the lighter, I'm surprised he hasn't bought a new one yet. Then again, he was never one for throwing things away.

"Who's racing me today?" I asked, kicking the dust beneath my feet. "Some guy named Midnight." Leon pitched into the conversation. "Probably too much of a pussy to tell us who he is if he loses." Paul adds in. Any dumbass that calls himself "Midnight" is already bound to lose. Most people lose, since no one is familiar with the abandoned parking lot track that we have (even though it's just a straight dart to the end of the lot).

"Can't wait to see what he drives in." I sarcastically say, puffing out a breath of smoke.

Suddenly, a pair of bright lights shined in our direction, causing everyone to cover their eyes. This must be Midnight.

As the car finally came into view, it became clear to see that it was a Convertible Porsche 911 making its way to meet us. Not stunned at all, we all stand and snicker until the Convertible stops.

"Ey! Let's see the bitch!" Paul stuffs his rough hands in the pockets of his Northface jacket (we always make fun of him for wearing it).

Instead of the driver, someone in the backseat comes out to talk to us.

"Midnight?" I chuckle while asking his identity. "Nope," the blonde guy smacks his lips," Midnight is in there. I came here to see how much we gunna bet."

"Oh, so he calls himself Midnight AND can't make his own bets! What a pu--"

"Midnight has never lost a race with the way we do it." The blonde guy cuts Leon off. Appalled, Leon takes a step back and remains silent. Leon never gets interrupted.

"Have you seen my ride? With a twink car like yours.... I'll bet $1,200." I stated, now holding the cigarette in between my index and middle finger.

"No no. You see, that's not how Midnight rolls. We're going to do $35,000."

"$35,000? How's poor old Shawn going to pay off his college debt for... Architecture." Leon, Paul, and Kay all burst out into laughter, holding their stomachs.

"Hey! Shut up, won't ya! Deal." I firmly shake the blonde guy's hand as he holds up a thumbs up sign to the driver with his other hand.

We all get into position to begin the race (as usual). Gripping the steering wheel, my eyes stare intently at Kay's green flag. She's so cheap that she can't even buy the proper flag... oh well, it'll have to do.

At this point, I'd usually be stressing out about betting $35,000. I rarely race like I used to, because it's not my sister's money, it's mine now;I have to be cautious, but I'm about to bet most of it away. It doesn't even matter, I'll be gaining $35,000 at the end of this.

With a quick swish of her green flag, the two of us are signaled to go. I quickly stomp my right foot down on the pedal and zoom ahead. Midnight is no longer in sight. Who's the cocky one now?

"My $35,000 now..." I snicker as I see the ending of the lot. Just before I could pass the red spray painted line on the ground to win, all in what seemed like a flash, the twink's Porsche passes me up and flys right over the finish line.

I make a sharp left turn to stop my car.

"How the hell..." I mumble to myself, stunned at the fact that I lost. Taking my charcoal black helmet off, I stick another cigarette between my teeth and light it using my own gas station lighter.

"What the hell, Shawn!" Paul slapped the window of my car while profusely yelling in my face because I lost.

"I know, I know! This jackass... let me see who the hell this guy is." I angrily make my way to the window of the opposer's car.

"Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!" I roll my eyes and take a whiff of the cigarette smoke. Pulling himself out of the car, he stands up and places his gloved hands on his helmet. Can't wait to see who this joke is.

As soon as the helmet was removed, Midnight held the helmet against the hip. The only thing that came up as very surprising is that he was actually a she. My god, she was gorgeous.

The cigarette between my teeth felt limp and nearly fell out from my mouth. She shook her head from side to side and pulled the remaining of her long, black silk hair from the back of her jacket. The plumpness of her pink lips almost distracted me from what she was about to say.

"Smoking isn't good for you, you know." Once I made eye contact with her and actually took in what she said, I immediately dropped the addiction stick onto the cracked concrete and smushed it underneath the sole of my right shoe.

"You gonna pay up?" The blonde guy chipped in, losing my focus of the beautiful woman in front of me.

I continued to stare at Midnight as Paul had to speak for me.

"Yeah yeah, here." Paul passes over my check book to him. As the blonde guy fills out the page, he cleanly rips it out and shoves it into my jean pocket.

"Y'all bitches just got beat." Blondie chuckles as he walks back into the car and waits for Midnight to drive him away.

Before I could let her leave my life, I lightly held onto her forearm. "Wait, what's the hurry?" I asked in attempt to get her to stay.

"Sorry, I'm not that kinda girl." I heard the annoyance in her voice as she climbed into the vehicle.

"I didn't mean to make it seem like that." I said, leaning against the window.

"Well, you did. I gotta go spend your money, so if you'll excuse me." She adjusted her rear view mirror and was prepared to drive.

"Oh come on. Can I at least get a name and number."

"Y/N. Now, we done here?"

"Shawn." I held my hand out for her to shake. Making glances between me and my hand, she gracefully shakes it.

"I'll see you next time, Y/N."

"In your dreams." She chuckles, giving me a wink.

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