Shawn Mendes Imagines

Gas Station

Your POV

I grabbed some money out of my stash in the back, my ID and got out of the car. Glancing up at the pitch dark sky, I sighed. My breath was frozen in the air practically. Even if it was a soothing 80 in the day, the nighttime was always cold where I live. Lived actually. There was no other cars beside the pumps and only one car parked to the side of the building. The lights inside the station were about as bright as Goldylocks' naive personality and blond silky hair. Signs for tobacco and several drinks were posted against the windows. I ran a hand through my hair and walked inside. The little bell on the door dinged. I looked around. It was very typical. Nothing too special. The light above mine kept flickering. I walked down the ile. Glancing at all the display of junk food and candies, I grabbed a flavour of every Starburst and any of desired thing I wanted. Then I walked to the counter, a bag of chips, few candy bars, beef jerky and a pop tart in hand. I placed them all on the counter. Then looked up.

A guy, 18 maybe at most, was staring at me. His eyes studying me like I was America and he was Lewis and Clarke. He had eyes that were as breathtaking than America when Lewis Clarke did "discover" the western region.

"I need cigarettes and vodka. And a 20 on gas," I said.

"What is your name?" He asked, ignoring my request.

"You don't need to know. Thank you. Now can you ring up my stuff?" I tried to not sound so scary. But at the same time maybe I was. I tapped my foot against the cheap plastic covered tile floors of the station.

"Im Shawn."

"Good for you. Now give me my stuff," I deadpanned. He laughed. What was this guy?

"What are you doing here at 2 am?" He asked, his voice trailing as he looked at the beaten clock above us.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" I fired.

"My dad always said I was a curious one."

My dad always said I was a disgraceful one.

"Thats great."

"You are a real charmer," He responded, smiling.

"You are a annoying ass," I said back.

"You aren't 21."

"Wha-"

"Let me see your id," He said. I reached into my wallet and swiped it over to him. He picked it up and examed it. "Fake. And I knew it was before you even pulled it out. Sorry Miss."

"Don't call me Miss!"

"Tell me your name."

"Y/N," I groaned.

"Well Y/N-- he grinned-- you cant get this stuff. I wouldn't let you even if it was real." I stared at him. What does that mean.

"Give me the stuff."

"No."

"Why."

"Because Y/N you won't do anything good with them."

"You don't even know me!"

"I know that cigarettes give you lung cancer and alcohol gives you liver cancer."

"And your talking will give me brain cancer."

"You will leave this gas station with things that can hurt you and I won't let that happen. Now I ring up the rest of these products." I stared for a second. Too angry to even form a sentence. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes. That were brown with just thw right amount of other colors to brighten them to this amazing swirl.

"Give me my stuff Shawn. You are all alone right now."

"Are you threatening me?" He was grinning. Like if I was a robber (which I might be soon). He would still grin. He just didn't have a not bright side.

"I mean it."

"And so do I." He glanced up at me as he ringed the other products. The little ding bouncing off my ear drums with a annoying twitch. This was the first serious glance I got since I saw him.

"Why do you care what happens to me?" I practically yelled. 

"Because even if you are not a friend of mine, if I was the last person you saw before you got killed I don't know how I would live with myself," He said, messing with his knuckles he had clasped with his other hand. He then whispered something. 

"What was that?" I asked, trying to be somewhat nice. Knowing something was bothering him. What could bothering him though? He isn't the one who was going through a mental crisis. He looks fine. He was just smiling. 

"Nothing. Where are you running away to?" He asked. I glared at him. How does he even know that I am running away?!

"I am not." 

"There are suitcases in your car," He said, pointing. I glanced out the window. It was slightly noticeable. Not really though. 

"I am not-"

"You also don't seem very stable with your emotions. Smoking, Drinking, do you have a bad home?" That is when I snapped.

"I do not have to tell you anything about me except that I am getting my damn supplies even if it lands me in jail," I seethed. At this point I was ready to give up and go to the next gas station I would see. I didn't like this guy. Trying to figure out things about me. Like he knows anything about me. Except my name and that I am not 21. I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth tightly. He just stared at me. 

"I don't care. Hurt me. Shoot me. Kill me. You are not getting alcohol or tobacco if I am alive."

"Why do you care!" I shouted, my eyes getting blurry. He didn't raise his voice. He just stared. 

"My sister died because her friends sister was drinking and driving. That is why. And her friends sister, saw me last before she got in that damn car. She kissed me and said she would see me soon. And I never did," He responded. I stayed silent. His girlfriend and her sister died. I couldn't speak. "I don't know why you are leaving your home. Y/N. But I don't want to have me be the last person you see if you are on a suicide mission." He said, his voice cracking. I couldn't speak. My mouth was too dry. My heart was too sore. I couldn't imagine being him and losing my sibling and my lover at the same time. I gave him the money for the stuff I had on the counter. He looked at me with the smallest of smiles. That brightened my world. 

And after talking to him. I never smoked or drank again. And I never stopped talking to him. 

A/N

Okay. Hi. I am alive. It has been a minute I know I am sorry. I went to Kentucky for a trip, had a choir concert and man schoolwork like no other along with some people issues. But I am back and summer is soon yay! I wrote this because I see car crashes on the news all the time from drinking and distracted driving. And it is terrible. And there are emotionally unstable people it seems. Or the people who are hit. If you drunk drive or ride with drunk drivers. Risking your safety might be fine for you. But remember you risk everyone else around you. If you don't care about other people losing their lives, then I guess that's your issue. But I hope yall enjoyed it I have others coming soon I promise. Also I know this is long sorry. But check out my other stories (yes i will be updating phuviophile very soon). Happy Whatever Day it is when you reading this!