Promise for the Future
A Shawn Mendes one shot.
My windows were open and the sun was shining through my transparent white curtains that billowed in the breeze. The radio played quietly and I didn’t recognize the song. It was some time in the afternoon, maybe two o'clock or some time near then, and there was nothing else I was supposed to be doing. It was peaceful, tranquil, as if everything in the world was exactly where it needed to be, and everything was right.
I was sitting on my bed. My duvet was folded at the end of it, and I sat among my crumpled white sheets. Shawn was there beside me, laying diagonally across the mattress with his head on my thigh. His eyes were closed and I could see the veins on his eyelids, his eyelashes splayed across his cheeks. I knew he wasn’t sleeping because he’d say something every once in a while, and I wondered what he was thinking about. My hands ran through his soft brown curls, loving the coolness of it between my fingers.
“I’m happy.” I stated softly.
“I’m happy. That’s all. Content to my core with anything and everything.” I continued. I looked down to see him smiling widely, his lips closed, and I traced the lines around his mouth softly with my finger. He shifted and bit me playfully. I laughed and withdrew my hand to caress the side of his face. His laugh was more of a content sigh as his eyes opened and he tilted his head up to look at me, smiling wide. I couldn’t help returning the look.
“I’m really in love with you.” He said. The warmth in my chest blossomed like a tulip in spring. I felt safe in this relationship with him, knowing that he was as in it as me. It was the greatest feeling in the world to know for certain that we were in love. Fully and irrevocably.
“I’m really in love with you right back.” I replied. He closed his eyes again, letting his head relax back down. I leaned over and kissed him right between his eyebrows. His skin was soft and warm, and reminded me that he was alive. He was real and beside me.
In the real world, Shawn had to go back on tour soon, and I would return to school. The world was still turning, and everyone on it was or had or would struggle in their lives, but at the time none of that existed. We were in our own small vortex of happiness, untouched by shadows but instead warmed by the never setting sun. We weren’t part of the real world. I wasn’t even sure if time was actually passing, or if this was just one of those hyper realistic dreams where you wake up and wonder if it was a memory. I didn’t care, either.
“What do you think the future will be like?” Shawn asked. I paused to think and Shawn rolled over to his side, his ear pressed against my leg as he looked up at me.
“I think that buildings will get taller and closer together. I think farms will be almost entirely machine operated. I think space tourism will be more of a thing. I think that eventually, when we run out of space in Europe and North America, all the Europeans and North Americans will start taking over Africa and South America and the deserts of Australia and fields of Asia, because white people take whatever they want.” Shawn laughed at this, “And I think more people who aren’t politicians will start taking power, and sometimes it’ll be a good thing but sometimes it won’t. And through all of this, we’ll find our own place in the world where it’s just the two of us.”
Shawn smiled brightly. “And a couple of kids down the road?” He offered. I smiled.
“And a couple of kids down the road. And they’ll grow up and develop all the good traits from each of us and they’ll do great things with them. And we’ll be be happy and in love, together through all of it.” I said. Shawn was beaming.
“Do you promise?” He asked, loosely intertwining the ring finger of his left hand with mind. I smiled at him and leaned down to press my lips softly against his, both of our eyes fluttering closed.
“I promise.” I whispered against his lips.