{A Shawn Mendes fic}
Rylie Banes.
You know her. You've seen her in pictures. You've seen her on the arm of a million different celebrities.
And you always shrug it off.
But it's her job. And Shawn Mendes is her next client.
"Tell them I'm working," I shrug. "I technically am," I sigh. "I've got to clean up this place a little while I'm here and I should have a video call with that director sometime soon."
"Really?" He asks, sitting up. Ever since I told him about Kate's acting proposition, he's been the most eager to hear any new information. Probably more eager than I am, really.
"Yeah, nothing official, he just wants to meet me but he's directing something in Vancouver this week."
"That's not far from here."
I raise an eyebrow. "Last I checked, Toronto is on the other side of Canada from Vancouver."
"Still Canada," he grins.
"Anyway," I laugh, "shouldn't you be spending time with your family?"
"I was chilling with my sister," he explains, "and then she decided to call you."
"Hey, it was harmless. I'm okay, she just met me for a few seconds, that's all."
"Yeah," he runs a tired hand over his face. He's stressed about it. "She's the only one who really keeps up with pop culture stuff," he begins. "My parents aren't big on that, but she is, and she said she saw the interview."
"Your parents didn't?"
He shakes his head. "Since it didn't air, all they saw was my performance."
"Oh, yeah!" I grin. "What'd they think?"
"They loved it," he laughs. "They always say that."
"Hey, you sounded good."
"I think you also have some bias."
"Maybe a little," I admit, trying my hardest to bite back a smile. "Seriously, though. I don't want to take time away from you and your family."
He smiles a little. "You're not."
I give him a look.
"Alright, alright. I'm going. I'll...call you when I get back to my place?"
"Sure," I nod. "Now go. Spend some time away from the electronics."
He grins the widest grin I've ever seen on him. "We're playing hockey later."
"Fun!" I grin. "If I have to tell you to go one more time I'm just going to hang up on you."
"Okay, fine," he laughs. "Call you later."
"Bye," I wave.
He blows a kiss in return, smiling brightly before ending the call. I sigh deeply, closing my eyes.
I know I said I need to clean, but that's not what I feel like doing right now. I don't feel like doing anything, which lately has translated to looking through some Shawn fan accounts to see what they're up to and thinking.
As usual, I find them freaking out about how cute he looks all the time (which, me too). I do find a few pictures from him at the airport that I like, one of which I add to my Instagram story with a heart next to it, tagging him underneath the photo.
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