Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬3.2 - Kissing Booth Part 2

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Part two. You and Shawn get approved to hold the booth.

I was nervous about the whole kissing-booth idea. We needed a plan today, and if it got denied... we'd have nothing. I mean, I could technically bake cupcakes or whatever, but Shawn and I together?

We would sell one tragic cupcake before word spread that we were a danger to public health.

So I stared at my phone like it owed me rent, waiting for any kind of notification—text, call, email...
Actually, did Shawn even know my email?

My phone lit up. It hadn't even finished vibrating before I swiped to answer.

"HELLO!!" I practically screamed.

"Jesus—calm down," Shawn yelled.

"Sorry, I'm stressed, this is our only idea."

"Yeah, yeah—anyway, we can set the booth up by—"

"The school approved it?"
You could hear my smile through the phone.

"They did, Annie."

I screamed. Shawn laughed.
Immediately I started messaging people to work the booth, telling them that Shawn would eventually sit in it.

Shockingly, people agreed.
Actually—not shockingly.
Shawn was the most popular guy in school.

Not for the usual popular-kid reasons.
He didn't party like the rest of them, didn't do drugs, barely drank.
He was the good kid of the populars—athletic, stupidly good-looking, and genuinely nice.

Most guys were jealous.
Most girls hated me.

We'd been best friends since birth—literally. Our moms were pregnant together.
He was born August 8th.
Me: August 28th.

Practically twins.

—

"I can't believe we're actually opening this booth," I smiled as the line formed.

"I can't believe it got approved," Shawn said, placing his hand on the table.

"Careful—the whole thing is held together by duct tape."

"Hope it doesn't get too... intimate."

"That's why you're last."

"Shut up." He shoved me lightly.

We opened the booth and watched as the line only grew bigger.
Clara took her turn first, which boosted traffic.
Nelly stood nearby, judging everyone who walked by.

"Hey, Nelly," Shawn smiled as Lucas came up behind her.

"Hi."

"How's it going, man and... gal?" Lucas said.

"Pretty good. I've got a hundred here—what do you have?" I asked as Shawn counted the cash.

"About 250. Annie, you need to bring more traffic to your side."

"Sorry I'm not an attractive teenage boy with abs."

By 8:45, a crowd formed around the booths. They closed at 9, and Shawn planned to sit down at 8:55—just enough time to keep his promise, not enough time to kiss every girl in school.

He sat in the booth, and Clara sprinted into the line.
Of course she did.

"Shawn is totally going to fall in love with me," she said smugly.

"If that happens, I expect a large donation," I replied.

She rolled her eyes.

I didn't even have to turn around to know when she kissed him—she squealed like a child at a Taylor Swift concert.

When I finally looked back, Shawn was already staring at me, grinning like an idiot.

I turned away again, checking the time.
8:58.
One last customer.

Rebecca Clan, the most popular girl in school, stepped forward. She dropped her money on the table like she was paying taxes and brushed past me like I didn't exist.

Girls hating me because I'm close to Shawn?
Yeah. That started with her.

I didn't feel weird about Shawn being in the booth.
He was just my best friend.

But for some reason, the idea of Rebecca kissing him made my stomach feel...
Wrong.

The night ended with Shawn making about $345 and me making around $500—people were paying extra during Shawn's five-minute cameo.

"So... we made like $850," Shawn said, sitting beside me.

"I mean, if the average donation was ten bucks, that's eighty-five people. The school's huge. Plus, people were giving me twenties when you were up there."

"Yeah... I'm surprised. But not that surprised," Shawn said.

"What?"

"Nothing. I was word-vomiting."

"Nope. Finish the sentence."

He sighed. "I kinda thought you'd come into my line. I don't know why. I just did."

Shawn's face went bright red.
He focused on counting bills instead of looking at me.

"Shawn," I whispered.

He finally looked up.

I leaned forward and kissed him—quickly, before he could react.

His lips were warm.
He froze for a second.
Then he kissed me back, smiling into it.

We pulled away awkwardly, laughing.

"So... $850," Shawn said, still blushing.

"Yep. $850."

Shawn Instagram photos have been so cute❤️❤️ he turns 20 on like 2 weeks... which means I turn 20 in like 7 months ... so scary.

How is everyone ❤️❤️