Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sketch Book

This was requested by my friend shawnskidinlove! I'm actually happy with how this turned out, so thanks Reese:D
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Art class was truly amazing, but not with the teacher I have. She's old and wrinkly, I don't even know why she still works as a teacher.

She can't even hold a pencil still without her hand shaking like there was an earthquake. But back to the subject of art, it's great.

You can be creative with whatever you want, and you can draw or sketch anything you're thinking of. It can be used for many different things too.

I focused back onto the teacher, who was basically half dead, no offence to her, and watched her demonstrate how to make your drawings appear darker.

To be honest, I wasn't even sure what she was talking about. I seemed really distracted by something, like I feel as if I'm being watched.

I shrugged it off as I was probably imagining things, but then I noticed something quite strange. A set of eyes were trained onto the side of my head from the distance; and the eyes belonged to the person siting right opposite me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to ignore it, but the stares were becoming too much for me to handle. I had to know who it was, and why they were staring.

Deciding to play it casual, I turned in my seat as if I was stretching, and glanced over to the person. To my surprise it was Shawn, a guy in my classes; holding a black notepad, taking glances from the book and back up to me.

It looked like he was drawing something, or at least that's what I thought.

Looking away, I thought to myself 'what on earth was he doing?' I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little creeped out at his staring.

Shawn wasn't really a popular guy, nor a talkative person. He just kept to himself and kept his friends limited.

Just my luck, the bell rang for the class to end, and I sighed in relief. I wasn't sure how much longer I could've put up with the stares.

The students began to flood out of the room including the teacher, and I was left all alone in the room, packing away my belongings into my bag.

I zipped up the compartment, and then noticed a medium sized notepad laying on the desk, which was in the place of where Shawn was sitting.

That's what he was drawing in.

I didn't hesitate to run over to the desk and grasp onto the notebook. Curiosity got the best of me as I opened the first page of the book, gasping in the process.

A beautiful rose was on the first page which was what he'd drawn previously, shaded in multiple red colours. It was amazing.

I flicked over other pages to see picture after picture of his drawings, all different things; flowers, trees, nature-based things. He was so talented with drawing, I was gobsmacked.

My eyes scanned more of the pages until a certain picture caught my eye. It was of a girl, who was resting her head on the palm of her hand, looking in the direction of the front of the class.

I let out another loud gasp, when I realised what it was; he was drawing me. That explained all of the staring!

But this drawing, was so accurate. The small curled strands of hair in front of my face, even the little crinkled lines through my hand were on point. This was beautiful; slightly creepy, but beautiful.

"I see you found my sketch book," A deep voice spoke from behind me, causing me to loose grip onto the book and drop it on the table.

There stood Shawn, with one hand in his front pocket. I tried to speak and explain why I was looking at the book, but he already beat me to it.

"I also see you've been looking at my drawings," He stated, nodding down to the opened book.

I gulped. "I-I'm really sorry. I didn't have the right to go through your private stuff-"

"Don't apologise, it's not like they're important," He shrugged, and took a step closer to where I was standing at the table.

Not important?! These drawings were good enough to be sold at a National Gallery for Christ sake!

"They're so good, how do you draw like this?" I whispered, and picked the book back up in my hands.

"I don't know, I just look at something and sketch," He shrugged again, and moved next to me so we were both looking at the notebook in my hands.

My fingertips grazed over the drawn picture of me, every ounce of detail perfect. "Why'd you draw me?"

"Because, I like to draw beautiful things, Reese," He mumbled, looking down at his warn out shoes.

I blushed a deep red colour at his comment, and smiled at him. "This is truly amazing," I changed the subject to cover up my blushing.

"I'm sorry if I creeped you out. You know, by drawing you," He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck, to try and play if cool.

"It's not creepy, I find it flattering," I giggled, looking back at the page. Well, it was a little creepy, but more cute. He looked at me with a small smile on his face.

"You can keep it, the drawing," He then spoke, causing my eyes to go wide.

"What? No! You took your time in drawing this, it's yours," I demanded, shaking my head in disbelief.

"No please, I want you to have it," He then insisted. I sighed in defeat, and watched him smile in victory. He took the book from my hands and carefully tore out the page, handing it to me.

"Thank you," I smiled happily, as he put the notepad back in his bag.

"No problem," He replied and began to walk away. A thought instantly came to my mind, as I called him back.

"Wait!" He turned back around, and nodded to let me know he was listening.

"Maybe we could go out sometime, as a date?" I asked, clutching onto the piece of paper tightly.

"Y-you want to go out, with me?" He stuttered nervously, in what seemed to be shock.

"Well why not?" I chuckled.

His face lit up adorably, and he gave me a large grin. "Okay cool, see you around,"

I waved him off as he walked away for a second time, smiling to myself about the beautiful drawing I was holding in my hands.

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Reese, the gc miss you! :(