Let’s Be 17
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“Shawn! I’m here!” You call walking into your own apartment.
He’s been hiding here. Needed a break from the studio and wanted to spend his time off with you.
“Kitchen.” He calls back. You walk into your kitchen, taking in a whiff of what he’s cooking. “Hey Beautiful.” He says turning and looking at you.
“Hey.” You say setting your purse and keys on the counter next to the mail he checked for you. “Did you check my mail?”
“Yeah, also went grocery shopping.”
“Wow thank you.” You say looking over at him.
Wait, did he call you beautiful?
You and Shawn have been best friends for years, since high school. Everyone has always that you two were more than friends, but it’s never gotten to that point.
Although you want it to be something more, you just never say anything because he never looks at you that way, but maybe he is.
“Dinner?” He asks starting to dish up your plate.
“Thank you.” You say as he hands the plate to you. He follows as you take a seat at the table. “What do you want to drink?”
“Okay.” You say getting up and grabbing him a water bottle. “Shawn.” You say making him look at you. You toss the bottle and he catches it.
“Nice throw.” He grins at you.
You open the fridge and gasp as you see the fridge stocked full of all of your favorites. You then quickly look through the cabinets, jammed pack full off the snacks you could think of.
“Shawn.” You say standing in the middle of the kitchen, with all the cabinet doors open.
“Hmm?” He says looking over at you, mouth full of food.
“I didn’t have enough in my grocery fund for this. How did you get all of this?”
“I paid.” He shrugs.
“No, I’ll pay you back.” You say starting to go to your purse, praying you have cash in your wallet.
“Don’t worry about it, let’s be honest I’m gonna eat it all while I’m here anyway.” He says getting up and making you go sit at the table.
“I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much food in my cabinets before.”
“Okay then we can eat it together.” He chuckles as you take a bite of the steak he has made.
“Holy shit Shawn.” You say with a mouthful.
“What?” He says looking up concerned.
“This is delicious.” You say taking another bite.
“Christ, Y/n you scared me. I thought it was terrible or something.”
“No, this is amazing.”
You go back for seconds, and he smiles as you eat faster than him.
“You good?” He asks as you take the last bite.
“So much better.” You giggle.
“Glad to know I’m a good cook.”
“The best.” You smile at him.
“What do you want to do tonight?”
“Do you remember when we were kids and we would have an annual movie night?”
“Every Friday.” You nod at him.
“Can we do that? Watch all the old movies we used to watch, eat all the popcorn we can, have root beer floats?”
“That sounds so fun.” You say sitting up straighter.
“I know, I just want to be 17 years olds again.”
“Then let’s do it. Tonight, we’re 17.”
You’ve changed into old pajama’s, finding one of Shawn’s old hockey shirts. You put it on, amazed that it still fits.
You meet him in the living room where he is putting blankets and pillows all over the ground, moving the coffee table off to the side.
“Hey.” You say noticing how good he looks in his grey sweats.
“Oh my god, where did you find that.”
“In my old box from high school, we’re 17 right?”
“Right.” He grins. “You know I liked seeing you wearing that while we were in high school, and I love seeing you wearing that now.”
“Love?” You quirk a brow, smirking at him.
“Yeah.” He nods as you both sit on the on ocean of blankets he’s created.
“What are we watching first?” You say looking at the stack of old movies he got out. For once, not using Netflix.
“We always watched ‘Mean Girls’ first.” He says opening the movie case and sticking it into his laptop.
“Oh my god, I haven’t watched this in years.”
“See this was a good idea.” He says laying back on all the pillows. You sit there and look around, wondering where you’re supposed to lay. “Lay down.” He says pulling your arm. You land on his chest and he wraps an arm around you. You don’t even think about it, you just cuddle further into him and inhale his calming scent.
The first movie ends and you both decide it’s time for root beer floats.
“I forgot how relaxing it was the be 17.” You say as he opens the freezer to grab the ice cream.
“I’m glad we did this, this right here is what I miss most when I’m on tour.”
“What? Root Beer Floats?” You giggle as you pour the soda into the the cups he’s scooped ice cream into.
“Ha.” He says taking a bit of ice cream and swiping it on your nose. You scrunch your face and he laughs at you. “No, I miss this. I miss you.”
“You miss me?” You tease further.
“Shh, you know I miss you and I know you miss me.” He says grabbing a napkin and cleaning off the ice cream from your face.
“But it’s worth it right?” You say, wondering if this night has a secret meaning to it.
“Yeah, but there are days that I wonder if I made the right choice. You know, giving up my high school career, my teenage years for this. It just feels like I can’t be where I feel I need to be.”
“But Shawn you are so amazing, you do so much in for your job. It was so worth it, high school sucked. I would have much rather have been traveling the world with you.”
“I wish you were there too.” He says playing with the spoon in his cup.
“This is getting very serious Mendes, do I need to be worried?”
He laughs and looks up at you, that twinkle in his eye back.
“You don’t call me by my last name anymore.” He says, making you look at him.
“I feel like that’s all people like about you. That your Shawn Mendes, so I stopped calling you Mendes because that’s the popular part. I want Shawn, I know Shawn.”
“You have Shawn.” He nods, his hand slips across the counter and takes yours. You look at his hand and how it holds yours.
“Shawn?” You say looking up.
“I just want to be 17 again.” He whispers.
“Why?” You ask, wanting to get to the root of where this is coming from.
“That way I can go back and fix the mistakes I made.”
“What mistakes?” You say squeezing his hand. He looks at your hands and then back at your eyes.
“Not getting you.”
“You have me Shawn.”
“Not the way I want you.”
“What does that mean?” You say standing up and running your fingers through your hair, hand letting go of his.
“Y/n.” He says standing in front of you. “Can I do something?”
He leans in and kisses you. It’s good, it’s a good soft kiss. His hands hold your face, and yours hold his torso. You clutch his shirt and kiss back.
You revel in the fact that this is finally happening. You’ve been wanting this to happen for so long and it beats all the dreams you had about this happening.
He pulls away and you both stand there in shock for a second. He stares into your eyes, his darting back and forth between yours trying to read what you are feeling in that situation.
“Y/n?” He asks, a little scared of what you have to say.
“Yeah?” You say, swallowing.
“How was that?” He says looking down, trying to hide the fact that he can’t take it if you were to say it was not okay.
You dip your head and kiss him again. He’s shocked but kisses back, deeper than before. You lean up to reach him easier, and this time you tug at his curls. He bends a little and holds your hips so he can hoist you up onto the counter.
“Wait Shawn.” You say pulling away breathless.
“Hmm?” He says.
“I don’t want to go to fast.”
“So we take it slow.” You nod at him.
“Does that mean I can still kiss you? Because that’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.”
You blush at his words and shake your head while looking down.
“Yeah we can still kiss.”
“Good because I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop kissing you.”
“Shh.” You blush, pushing his face away. He grins, proud that he can make you blush. He leans in again and kisses you, pulling you close.
This time you take a step further, forgetting what you had just said about going slow. You run your tongue across his bottom lip and he opens his mouth and your tongues fight for dominance.
When you pull away for air he smiles really wide.
“Okay, that was the best kiss I’ve ever had.” He says making you giggle, hiding yourself in his chest.
“Okay Casanova, what movie are we watching next.”
“Can we still be 17?” He asks looking over at the blankets.
“Good, because 17 year old Shawn would totally make out with you while we watch the next movie.”
You giggle and blush an even deeper shade of pink as he smirks at you.
“Well then what movies are we making out to?”