twitter dms; s.m.

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"who the fuck is shawn mendes?" i ask sash, as she fangirled over a vine star.
"shawn mendes is an angel." sash replayed a singing vine for the thousandth time.
"right." i rolled my eyes sarcastically.
"don't deny the god." sierra walked in.
"you know i have a doorbell, right?" i look up.
"and you know shawn mendes just fucking did a goddamned follow spree that i missed." sierra sulked.
"i just don't get why you're so hung up on this guy." i roll my eyes.
"this guy, aster! this guy can sing, this guy is hot, this guy is our age. we have a chance with this guy." sierra lectured me.
"this guy is like all of those celebrities you love. their all the same."
i pulled out my phone, searching for this guy on twitter.
'sean mendez.'
nothing comes up.
"its shawn mendes." sash yells.
"no shit." i roll my eyes.
i re-type, following him.
he has 2,135 followers.
instantly i get a dm.

@shawnmendes: thank you for following me! please turn on my notifications!

@asterlyn: ha bitch no you wish