I hate the people at my school. Like seriously, wHy dO YoU hAVe To bE sUcH A diCK? Also did you guys see #shawnmendesisoverparty on Twitter like omg I'm wheezing
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Walking into a store in the mall with Shawn Mendes is the most exciting thing that has and ever will happen in my life. Honestly, I felt like chopping his head off at the time, but to a normal human being it would be exiting, I guess.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. Do I look upset?" He asked, I look up at his face. He definitely doesn't look pleased, but not upset.
"Yeah, you look a little bummed, just a little though." I told him, turning my head back around to watch where I was going.
"I'm gonna become a fucking meme, you don't get it." Shawn sighed. I rolled my eyes. I was here to shop and he was complaining about how he's going to become a meme.
"Deal with it, you're a celeb." I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the leggings section. He followed me, thankfully. I would've looked ridiculous if he had decided to stay put.
"Do you know how many memes have already been made out of me?! I'm the most memeable person on this planet." He whined. I ignored him and started looking through a rack of leggings.
"Everyone who has Instagram knows about all of my memes. Someone as hot as me shouldn't have to deal with this kind of stuff." He said.
I stopped moving for a second before glaring at him. He was obviously joking, but his tone was contradictory.
"You're really not that hot. Plus, you're acting like a diva." I said to him, shaking my head.
"We've been over this, If I wasn't hot than you wouldn't of-"
"I get it, I get it. Continue about your memes." I said, turning back to the long silver rack to continue browsing.
"I'm... I just... There was this one about-"
I completely tuned him out, I looked through the pants and picked out a couple that I liked before heading to the sweater section. When I was finished, I was holding a white pair of leggings with cutouts going down the outer half and a black one with some basic mesh designs. I also had a solid light pink crew neck sweater with white cuffs, it was in clearance for seven dollars, I would be insane not to get it.
I looked at Shawn.
"Should I get these?" I whispered to him. I already knew I was going to buy all of them, but I wanted to see exactly how bad his fashion sense was. He stopped talking and looked at everything I was carrying, lifting pieces of clothing up and setting then back down.
"No, your style is horrible." He said. I raised a left eyebrow as I looked up at him.
"You need to shut the fuck up, you apparently wear black skinny jeans and a T-shirt everyday." I motioned to his outfit, which was none other than black skinny jeans and a white T-shirt.
"At least I look good!" He quietly whisper-shouted. I rolled my eyes
"Wow. As if my self confidence wasn't already low enough." I said, not caring that I just told him about being super insecure.
"Well, if you had let me finish my statement, you would've known that I was about to call you great." He said.
"Cool, whatever." I responded, starting to walk away from him to check out.
I lead him to the cashier and she surprisingly smiled at me and ignored Shawn. That was a first.
"Hi!" She said cheerfully.

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Perfectly Wrong || Shawn M.
FanfictionHi, I'm Leilani Pearl. No, this isn't a Disney commercial, silly goose. This is the story of how Shawn Mendes and I fell and completely wrecked each other.