#vine imagines

Imagine dating this cutie. 

*Requested by @onedmofo

So sorry it took so long, hope you like it! 

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The day started simple, and dragged on like it normally did. Dealing with snobby customers, and rude preteens. The rude preteens suddenly grew in numbers, and were all wearing shirts to rep the Canadian singer: Shawn Mendes.

Things got hectic quickly, everyone heard that he was in the store, and they were searching mercilessly.

Eventually, your boss came out, ushering the fans out. If they didn’t buy anything, they weren’t allowed to stay just in hopes to see Shawn.

They crowded the doors, and for hours that’s how the afternoon went. You walked into the dressing rooms, cleaning them out, when a sudden voice surprised you. “Are they still out there?”

Turning around abruptly, you gasp in shock. “Uh,” you stammer out, “Yeah, they’re still there. More than before.”

“Would you mind giving me a hand? I need some new clothes for a family party, but I can’t leave without them seeing me, think you could help?”

You thought about it for a moment. What else would you do? It was your job to help the customers, but you didn’t actually want to work. That’s unheard of. But you were extremely bored.

“What’s your size?”

* * *

Five shirts,  three pants, two shoes, and many bad jokes later, Shawn was still there. Security was working on getting the fans out, but there was only so much mall cops could do. “Thanks, for the help,” he smiled while handing his card.

“I’ll bring out the receipt so you can sign,” you return his grin. Bagging everything, you swipe his card, and don’t bother asking for any ID. “Your car is here,” you tell him, slightly sad that this would be the last time you’d see the boy.

“Thanks,” he signed the receipt, and you rip it to give him his half. “And thanks for all your help, it means so much to me.”

“No problem, just doing my job,” you smile. “Have a good one,” you wave.

“You too, Y/N,” he winks before turning and walking out. For a moment you’re confused as to how he knew your name, but remembered your name tag.

Glancing down at the receipt, a grin tugs at your face.

I had a good time, maybe we can do this again

-Shawn

You sat across from Brandon, waiting for your food as you brushed your foot against his, smiling to yourself.  Brandon chuckled, “Are you playing footsie with me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.  You rolled your eyes innocently, “Noooooo. Why would I do such a thing?” you smiled, rubbing your foot against his once more.  Brandon chuckled, rubbing his foot against yours before straightening up, giving his order to the waitress.  You ordered your food as well and waited patiently for the bottle of champagne to arrive at your table.  You smiled at Brandon, who was wearing a black button up dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows  and becoming tighter around his biceps.  “Quit staring...” Brandon spoke under his breath, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry....I can’t help it,” you blushed, brushing your thumb against his knuckles.  Brandon smiled, “I like your hair like that...reminds me of the first night I met you.  Do you remember?”  he asked.  You nodded, “I went to the stupid vine meet up.  My friends dragged me out because they wanted to meet your brother...I was actually supposed to go on a date with someone else but...then I met you,” you grinned.  Brandon batted his eye lids, “Because I’m special” he spoke with a southern accent.  You stuck out your tongue teasingly, giggling before leaning back in your chair as the waitress began pouring you both a glass of champagne.  Brandon jumped, searching his pockets as a soft rumble echoed from underneath the table.  He answered, keeping his voice low, “Nah...No that’s okay.  No. We’re waiting for out food.  That sounds great...yeah, keep me posted.  Okay.  Bye” he spoke softly before hanging up and resting the phone on the table.  “Sorry babe, it was Jesse....He’s babysitting,” he apologized.  You nodded, slightly annoyed, “It’s fine” you spoke, taking a sip of your champagne.  Another minute or so passed before your food arrived and before another call came through on Brandon’s phone.  “I’m sorry..I’m so sorry” Brandon apologized once more before taking the phone call.  You huffed, angrily cutting into the filet mignon that you had ordered and shoving a piece in your mouth.  “Yeah. It’s in the cabinet.  Yup.  Okay Jesse.  I gotta go.  You good?  Everything should be there...okay.  Bye,” he spoke, hanging up the phone.  You looked at him, your eyes like knives as they pierced his soul,  “Do me a favor and shut the phone off please?”  you asked, trying to remain calm.  Brandon looked up shocked, “But what about Jesse?” he asked, taking a bite of his pasta.  “I’m sure he’ll be okay just-” you spoke sarcastically before being cut off by another phone call.  “Brandon...if you answer that...I am walking out,” you spoke darkly.  Brandon bit his lip, sweating with fear as he answered it, “Hey let me call you back” he answered, before getting up to chase after you.  “Babe...Babe.  Come back.  (Y/n). Please come back,” he called as he followed you.  “Do you know how insanely rude it is to have your boyfriend take phone calls on their anniversary dinner?  C’mon Brandon....” you huffed, walking towards the busy street and whistling for a cab.  Brandon took your hand, “I’ll bring you home....just please.  Wait for me in the car? Let me just pay the check?” he begged. You sighed, turning around and began walking towards the car, angry and hurt.  The car door opened minutes later and soon you and Brandon were on the road, heading home.  “I really am sorry...” Brandon whispered to you, taking your hand.  You shook him off, still angry as you looked out the window. “I just want to go home” you sighed, not really in the mood to argue.  Brandon frowned, pulling away his hand and turned on the radio, flipped through his iTunes and put on your favorite band.  You smirked, singing along quietly as you drove along and enjoyed the wind that came through the open sun roof.  He pulled into the driveway and immediately you noticed the Chinese lanterns hanging from the doorway and white daisies trailing inside the open door.  You turned to him, “What’s going on?”  you questioned, opening the car door and stepping out.  Brandon said nothing as he followed you inside, the whole room dim and dark as images of you and Brandon played on the wall.  Your trip to Disney, your sisters wedding, videos of yours and Brandon’s intimate and loving moments.  You turned to him, tears in your eyes as you slapped him, “I hate you sometimes.  You were an ass the whole time we were at the restaurant and it was all for this” you hissed, giggling slightly as you slapped him repeatedly.  Brandon got down on one knee, smiling, “True.  I’m an asshole.  But I’m your asshole.  Who made that whole restaurant scene all up, filmed every last second of it, and made their older brother set this all up while we were out on our dinner date” he chuckled, as Jesse popped out of the closet, a camera in his hand.  Brandon took your hand, “He did all of this just so I could do this,” he grinned pulling out a small diamond ring, “Just so I could ask you if you will marry me?”  You covered your face, flustered as you began to cry, guilty that you had gotten so mad at him earlier but shocked and happy that it was all for this moment.  You nodded, covering your face as you muttered a “Yes”.  Brandon grinned, sliding the ring on your finger and picked you up, twirling you around as he kissed you.

Being with Jake: Jake is one to hold your hand and kiss house softly and tell you he loves you all the time and he just loves to cuddle. ♥♥♥

Jack D: He was a bit of a show trying to impress you every day but you didn’t really mind he looked so hot doing whatever he does anyway. He was just so cute when ever he was with you. ♥♥♥

Being with Kc: Kc always just made you laugh your face off he would make weird faces at you always getting out of trouble. When too got in fights he’d make a weird face making you laugh which got him out of trouble. ♥♥♥

Being with Curtis: Curtis made you laugh non stop. He would hold your hand and just whisper weird on common things to you. Just his voice made you happy. His voice is different and you love it. Sometimes when you beg him enough he would even sing for you. Of course it sounded like Jesus.♥♥♥

Being with Sam: Sam would just treat you like a princess he would never let go of you. When you too were walking around the town he would always hold your hand or behind you doing an awkward hug type walk. ♡♡♥