A Little Too Much | Shawn Mendes (COMPLETED)

10 | Friends

Allie's POV;

As our lips touch, something ignites inside of me. I've never felt it before, and it's terrifying, but even though it feels so foreign, it feels so familiar and natural at the same time. Almost like it's supposed to feel this way when someone kisses you. As we separate, my mind is whirling. I can't think, can't speak. I stare at him, dumbfounded, as he watches me. I search his face, looking for a reason as to why he started leaning closer. I don't even know why I did the same. It just happened. It was like my body wasn't even mine to control. It just did as it wanted, like it wasn't even mine.

Without a word, I duck my head and brush past him, quickly walking toward Hannah and Adam. Hannah watches me join her with wild eyes, and I know immediately that she saw the whole thing. I continue watching my feet as we walk back to our hotel. We'll be leaving to go back to Canada tomorrow morning. I'm not really sure how I feel about this, considering I'll be away from Shawn, and we just kissed. I have no idea what to make of this. I always know what to think about everything, but I don't know how I feel about that kiss. Of course, I felt something. But don't you always? I shake my head as we round a corner and reach our hotel. I knew there was something different about him. Since the first day I saw him. He's different. I just don't know how yet. But one thing is for certain: I'm going to find out.

•••

When we get back Canada, my life consists mostly of sitting in my room or outside on the patio, when I'm not helping around the house. But any free thought I have, turns into wonder about Shawn. I can't get over that kiss. He was my very first kiss, and I barely know him. I know he's my neighbor, that he sings and plays guitar, that he's wildly famous because of covers he did on Vine and Youtube, but that's about it. I know nothing of his personal life other than what I can see. He has a sister who seems to love me and two loving supportive parents. But I need to know more. I've never felt the need to know more about anyone, ever. Usually, I could care less about everyone around me, but I have a burning passion to get to know Shawn more. It's risky, obviously. I'm almost one hundred percent positive he'll end up hurting me in the end. But at the moment, I don't care. I just need to know more. I need to know him.

•••

The day after we get back to Canada, Hannah invites her coworker's family over. Faith and Max included.

Faith seems nice, to be honest. I keep my distance, like always, but I'm hoping I might be able to find a friend in her. Max, I have no idea what to think of. He's broken and rattled by his parents' death, which has made him antisocial and bitter. I guess we have those personality traits in common.

When they arrive, Max hovers in the doorway like he did last time. I can tell he's still uncomfortable. He follows Faith and I to my room, and she stares at me with bright eyes. "So, tell me all about it!" She squeals. I narrow my eyes and my heart starts pounding. No... Hannah didn't. "Tell you what...?" I ask hesitantly, praying Hannah didn't tell anyone about the kiss. Faith stares at me expectantly. "The kiss, duh!" She exclaims like it's obvious. My heart sinks. She did.

"There's nothing to tell," I mumble. It's the truth, because I really don't know what to think of it. Even if there was something to tell, I wouldn't tell Faith. I barely know her.

Faith rolls her eyes. "That's what everyone says when they kiss someone. C'mon, spill!" I roll my eyes back. "I told you, there's nothing to tell. I tripped, he caught me, we kissed, that's it," I say, hoping to satisfy her. Her mouth gapes open. "Oh my gosh! That's soooo cute! What kind of kiss was it? Slow, fast? Give me details, Allie!" Faith is practically screaming now. How is she more excited about this than I am?

"Seriously, I don't know what else you want me to say," I tell her. I really hate talking about my feelings. I wish she'd pick up on the fact I don't want to talk about this. Max sighs with annoyance. "Faith, leave her alone," Max sighs. Faith shoots a glare in his direction, but stops asking questions. Thank goodness. She's a pretty nosy person.

After a while, we go downstairs for lunch, talk some more about summer vacation, and then they leave. I'm glad to have some alone time. I still am trying to work out the whole kissing incident in my mind.

•••

By the end of the week, Shawn and his dad have returned to Pickering. When I heard the familiar sound of the car doors opening and closing and Aaliyah shouting across the street, I knew he had just arrived back home. I peeked out the window from the 'play room' upstairs and watched Aaliyah and Mrs. Mendes run out to greet Shawn. Everyone was smiling and hugging. My heart started racing when I instantly remembered what happened between us in New Jersey. It's been almost a week since this happened, and we haven't texted or talked since. I still don't know how to feel about that kiss. Obviously, I felt something, but does that mean we like each other, or is it the usual hormonal energy teenagers get when they kiss someone? I don't know. I still want to find out, but I'm weary. Being a foster child your entire life, and never someone's first priority, teaches you to fend for yourself. And the only way to do that the right way is to close yourself off. That way, no one can hurt you or take advantage of you.

The next day, as I'm taking out the garbage, I see Shawn shooting hoops in his driveway. I can't help but stare as his biceps flex every time he throws the ball. He's very muscular.

"It's kinda weird to stare, you know," I hear Shawn say. It snaps me out of my daze and I feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Sorry," I say, staring at my shoes. He crosses the street and looks into my eyes. I bring mine up to look into his and we lock on each other's for a split second. It feels like an eternity, staring into each other's souls. We both quickly look away and I can feel the awkwardness around us.

"So, how was your concert?" I ask, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Uh, it was good," he says, rubbing the back of his head. I nod. "So," Shawn says. He flicks his eyes back up to mine but quickly looks away. I already know what he's going to say. "That kiss," I whisper, staring at my shoes. "Yeah," Shawn says quietly. "What does it mean? I mean, did it mean anything?" He asks. I shrug. "Well, we barely know each other," I say. He nods in agreement. "So, it just happened," he states. I shrug and nod. "I mean, you seem like a great guy," I add. I find myself stuttering. I never stutter. Why am I so awkward around him?

"Friends?" He asks, holding out his hand. I look from his hand up to the smile on his face, and can't help smiling too. "Friends," I agree. We shake hands and he goes back to his house. "I hope I'll see you around," he calls out as he goes inside. I smile as I head back into my own house. I turn around with a smile. "You will." I catch one last glimpse of his smile as we both go inside.

A/N - Hi everyone! I hope you're enjoying the story so far! So Shawn and Allie are friends now, interesting... Well, keep reading please😊 xoxo, Em☺️💖