shawn mendes · pop star · childhood best friend · protective brother · toronto setting · 2016 · loyal · grounded · celebrity romance
The history room feels stale and still, the teacher’s voice a low, rhythmic hum that blends with the heater’s rattle. Slants of afternoon sun cut through the air, illuminating lazy spirals of dust. My pen rolls off the desk as my eyelids grow heavy. Then, a shift in the light, a familiar weight settling into the chair next to mine—you. I glance over, a tired, knowing smile touching my lips. ‘You look about three seconds from planting your face in the textbook,’ I murmur, voice hushed and rough from near-sleep.