shawn mendes imagines

Merry Christmas Kiss My Ass

Song- Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass by All Time Low
Wait until it tells you to play it :)

Shawn Mendes Imagine

To: Shawn
hey :)

From: Shawn
hey! long time no talk

To: Shawn
Yeah, I know right? I just wanted to see how you're doing

From: Shawn
I'm doing well! How have you been?

To: Shawn
Peachy.
Want to hang out sometime to catch up? We're still friends, right?

From: Shawn
Yeah, of course :)

To: Shawn
Is now a good time?

From: Shawn
Sure. I'll see you in twenty

I smiled at how surprisingly well the conversation went, the worn paper with all my words written on it.
I was planning something devilishly terrible, but quite honestly I didn't care.

I slipped on my warm winter jacket and comfortable fluffy boots, entering my car while starting it up. The car heated rather quickly as I pulled out of my driveway, going to Shawn's house.

I couldn't help but smile again as I stepped out of the car into the cool winter air, just thinking of how much of a bitch I'll be later.

I lightly knocked, Shawn answering a moment later. We awkwardly hugged, him motioning me into his home. I shrugged off my extra layers, sitting down on the couch where he had already placed himself.

"So, how have you been?" He asked again, giving me a warm smile.

"I've been alright. How's your third album doing?" I asked, referring to his new album that came out around a week ago.

"Amazing. The fans love it, I think it's number two on the charts."

"Yeah, I think it's awesome." I complimented after, nodding as he blushed.

"Thank you. I really like this one."
I took a minute to rethink my word choice.

"I love your new single, uh— Summer Heartbreak? Yeah, it feels really familiar." I held back the urge to smirk, his face going blank.

"I, uh,—"

"It's okay, I know it's about me. And I thought, since you were writing a song about me, I decided to write one for you too. Can I see your electric guitar?" He slowly nodded, a look of confusion crossing his expression.

Shawn and I broke up last summer because he became too "famous" to be seen with someone like me. He left for your, texting me words similar before his flight took off.
Yet, he claimed we were friends like he didn't break up with me the asshole way.

I gripped his black electric in my hand, testing it out first before placing my fingers in the correct frets. I set the paper beside me, making sure I was ready.
(start the song above)

"You told me I was lucky, to have my chance with you.
Now last year's summer romance, is this year's winter blues.

I treated you so nicely, to jewelry and champagne,
But you left me empty handed,
Yeah, you left me feeling
Play-ay-ayed,"

Shawn's face dropped, even though the lyrics were true from our past relationship.

"Now I hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's kind of crappy
What you did this holiday?

"When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along
And it goes,
Merry Christmas, kiss my ass!"

Shawn's mouth gaped open in the sudden change after Merry Christmas, but I didn't stop.

"They say I'm losing my mind,
I thought that for a while.
I tear down decorations,
they remind me of your smile.

"I hate that mistletoe,
it makes me think of our first kiss,
You bit my lip, you pulled me close,
And then you taught me how to quit.

"Now I hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's kind of crappy
What you did this holiday?

"When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash.
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along,
And it goes,
Merry Christmas, kiss my ass"

Shawn couldn't believe what was going on at this point, shaking his head at the lyrics.

"So sick of calling,
You won't telephone me,
No, fuck you man, I'm going out.
I gave you my all,
But our love hit a wall, now,

"I'm jingle belling,
And everyone's yelling,
We'll drink 'til the bars shut us down.
Ain't that just what Christmas is all about?

"And I hope, hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's so damn trashy
What you did this holiday?

"I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart
Like the wrapping paper trash

"So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along,
Here it goes,
"Merry Christmas, bitch, kiss my ass."

And, without hesitation, I gripped the neck of the guitar and brought it down with force to the thick tiles ground. The body ripped of its joint, the seams splitting. I dropped the remains to the floor, watching as Shawn fell to his knees.

"Too bad my song would have been a better hit." I shrugged, slipping on my coat and walking out of his house like nothing happened.

*****
this song is my frickin spirit animal😂
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