Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Hot Guy

Driving down another peaceful street in Pickering trying to find my friends house I blast Ed Sheeran from the car radio.

I have been driving like this for half an hour already but still not gotten lucky. Too damn many similar streets and houses. It's beautiful here though.

Light green bushes, trees that are about to bloss and many different and colourful flowers seeking out of the grass in the frontyards of the houses really brings me a fairytale kind of feeling. It's almost summer but it's hotter than it should be.

I turn down on another street. I wanted to surprise my friend by visiting her without telling her first but I managed to forget the address. I didn't even write it down. How clever of me. I guess I have to call her anyways and ruin the surprise.

As I was searching for my phone, hand in my bag on the passenger seat and eyes on the road the car came to a stop. I pushed the gas pedal but the car wouldn't move.

I cursed to myself and got out of the car. I should have come with a taxi not rent some shitty old car. I push up the bonnet and stare at all kinds of pipes and weird boxes under it. I have no idea what could be wrong with the car or what these things were.

"Need help?" someone behind me asks.

"That would be awesome if you knew how to fix this death machine," I say turning around.

A guy at my age smiled at me showing his perfectly lined white teeth. He ran his hand through his brown hair before bending over the car looking at the pipes.

"Let me look. Your car won't start?"

"It starts but it won't move when I press the gas pedal," I sigh. Why these things have to happen to me.

"Go and try again. I'll be over here."

I jumped in the car and pushed the pedal. Nothing happened.

"Try to push the clutch and then gas." I did what he said put still nothing happened.

"Well I'm not a proffesional but my father knows more about it. We can leave the car here and when he comes back later tonight he can check it out if it's fine with you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," I was unsure. I didn't even know the guy. Should I trust him?

"Do you want a lift?"

"Yeah. My friend should live near here but I forgot the address," I nervously laughed.

"Your friend lives here and you don't know her address?" he was amused by my stupitidy.

"She just moved here and I haven't visited her before," I tried to protect myself.

He laughed at me which made me feel uncomfortable. "Don't worry I know where she possibly could live if she just moved here. It's a small place, we know everything. Now come, I'll drive you there," he pointed to a black jeep that was parked in front of one of the houses.

"Thanks" I murmured and followed him.

"I still wonder why wouldn't you just call her and ask the address."

"I want to surprise her," I say when we sat in the car and he starts driving.

Five minutes later we stop at a nice brown house. I guess this was it.

"Here, I'll give you my number so you can call later and ask about your car," the guy handed me a paper with several numbers on it.

"Thanks, by the way I didn't catch your name back there!" I remembered I hadn't asked what his name was. So much of being polite.