Are you filming me? // SHAWN MENDES
Overview: Can you do one where y/n is driving and Shawn is in the car too and another driver did something and y/n was just angry and swearing and Shawn laughs and records her. I find this really funny.
Authors note: I laughed while writing this and if no one else finds this funny I need to get my humor checked bahah
“Did you see that?” I exclaim, turning to look over my shoulder for a split second, my expression one of utter disbelief.
“What hun?” Shawn murmurs, looking up from his phone.
“That cow just came out right in front of me!” I clench the wheel between my fingertips angrily.
“An actual cow or?” Shawn smirks and I shoot him a glare.
“A driver Shawn,” I mutter.
“And now she’s driving like 40 under the freaking speed limit!” my voice raises and I can feel the anger churning in my stomach. “Can I honk her? Shawn, let me honk her… please!” I beg him, looking at him quickly and he’s grinning, eyes alight with happiness.
“Baby, don’t you dare,”
“I’m going to honk her,” the car stops and I press on the break quickly, jolting us forward in our seats.
“DON’T JUST STOP!” I press hard on the horn, anger written all over my face.
Shawn’s cackling beside me, struggling to get air in his lungs.
“What the fuck is she doing, no no no, don’t put on your indicator- fuck she put on her indicator,” I bite my lip, turning my indicator on as well.
“If she’s going to the same place we are, I’m going to flipping loose it,”
“I think you’ve already lost it Y/n,” Shawn gasps. Out of the corner of my eye I see him raising his phone up.
“Are you filming me? Wait, yes- film this… this monstrosity,” I gesture to the car in front of me that’s slowly starting to move into the middle of the road.
“She’s going to get her self killed, and then, she’s going to get us killed,” I say, one hand raising to tug my seat belt tighter.
“I believe in your driving skills baby,” Shawn chuckles.
“Not the time to laugh Shawn, have you been to church lately?”
“I would get worried, we’re about to be seeing God soon,”
His laugh fills the car and I can’t help but crack a smile until the car stops again. I slam my hand on the horn.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The red mazda slowly swings around until it’s completed a U turn.
“It’s doing a U turn! Yes Shawn this is what we’ve been waiting for!” The car passes us and I turn to stare at the driver, an older lady in her mid 50′s behind the wheel. She smiles at me and I put on a fake smile back.
“What an idiot,” I say, the smile stays plastered on my face until she’s gone, Shawn currently still laughing as I put my foot on the gas, speeding up to the correct speed until the car is a speck in the rear view mirror.
“Well Shawn,” I turn to him and he smirks at me.
“What we did just there, that was what you call cheating death,”