{emma pov}



"You're such a weirdo," I laugh, rolling my eyes at Rachel as she obsesses over her new favourite band, Twenty One Pilots. "But that's why I love you."

"Says literally the weirdest person I know." she laughs.

"We are both equally weird, that's why we're best friends," I point out. "Oh my frick, Shawn just texted me."

"What did he say???" She screams.

"Chill, it's just Shawn," I giggle.

"So then read it!" she laughs.

From: Shawn ❤️

hey, what's up?



Rachel leans over my shoulder and reads it. "Hey, who gave you permission to read my texts?" I scream.

"It's my job,"

"Ugh, whatever," I roll my eyes.

To: Shawn ❤️

just hanging out with Rachel, hbu?



From: Shawn ❤️

missing you ☹️

it's different not being around you all the time



"Awe, that's so cute! You sure you guys don't have a thing?" Rachel questions, wiggling her eyebrow.

"There might be a thing, but I just don't know what it is yet or how to handle it." I sigh.

"Well do you want there to be?"

"Yeah, I guess I do." I blush slightly.

"Here, give me that," she snatches my phone from my hand and I scream.

"Rachel don't!"

She runs out of the room and I trample over her, trying to get it back, but give up. After a few minutes, she hands it back to me and grins widely. "You're welcome,"

I look at the texts.

"Rachel, how could you?" I scream, jumping towards her on my bed and whacking her with a pillow multiple times.

"Hey, you've gotta give me some credit here. I just scored you a date with Shawn Mendes!" she laughs.

"I hate you." I mumble, and cross my arms over my chest.

"Okay, be honest, would you have been that smooth on your own?" she laughs.

"Yes! I- Actually no, I would've been an awkward potato."

"See? So you should be thanking me," she nods. "And you're always awkward."

"Hey!" I nudge her.

"You love meeeeeee."

"Eh, sometimes." I shrug.

✦

"What kind of look do you want for tonight?" Rachel asks as we walk into the mall. She has a PA day today, so she doesn't have school and can help me. I need to pick out the perfect outfit for my date with Shawn. Would you even call it a date? I honestly don't know.

"Hmm, maybe, like, a sundress?" I ponder.

"Yeah, a sundress would be nice," Rachel smiles. "I have just the store in mind,"

She takes me to Sirens, and we pick up a whole bunch of dresses from the rack that we like and bring them to the change room. After I manage to try on all about 20 dresses we picked, none of them look right on me. Except for one. It's actually a romper and I am amazed at how perfect it is.

It is a mint green colour, and it has long loose sleeves with open shoulders. I love it.
 
 
 

"Em, I think we've found the perfect outfit." Rachel stares in awe.

I can't help but smile widely as I look at myself in the mirror. "Me too."

We walk around the store again after I change to find some shoes. We find a pair of beige wedged heels.

"We did pretty good!" Rachel exclaims once I pay for the items. We walk out of the mall and get into my car.

Technically it's not my car, it's my family's car. It's mostly for me and Dani to share, since Ryan is only 10 and can't drive.

I got my licence not too long before the tour, so I drive Rachel and I back to my house.

"And we still have 3 hours until he comes!" Rachel exclaims, "This is going to be great, I can feel it."

"Rachel, you don't have to do all this, I can get ready by myself," I giggle.

"I want to," she smiles. "Besides, you would do the same thing, that's just what best friends do."

"Awe, I love you so much," I smile, hugging her.

"I'm hungry." Rachel pouts.

"Me too," I frown.

We eat cold pizza that I found in the fridge, and a whole bag of chips between the two of us. I'm actually surprised we're not fat because of how much junk we eat.

I turn on the tv and put on The X Factor, a show that Rachel and I always love to watch together.

"Emma! I'm home!" My mom shouts awhile later as she walks into the house. "Oh, hi Rachel! How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks," she smiles. "Did Emma tell you? She has a hot date tonight," Rachel smirks.

"Oh really? Emma, you didn't tell me! With who?"

"It's just with Shawn, it's not a big deal though, we're just friends," I blush.

"Yeah, 'just friends'" Rachel whispers indirectly to my mom.

"I didn't know that you guys were dating," My mom raises an eyebrow.

"We're not dating!" I face palm and roll my eyes. "This is our first date! Unless you count the lunch date in Paris, which doesn't really count because it was a bet." I laugh.

"Ooh, Paris, I'm still jealous," Rachel smiles, "So tell me about that lunch date."

"Well I'll leave you two to talk," my mom smiles, leaving the room.

"Well," I smile, and tell her the story of the bet on the plane to Germany, then how I reminded him in Paris.

"Ooh, romantic." coos Rachel.

"It actually wasn't, really," I laugh and Rachel frowns. "Except for the end. That was one eventful day. Before we went out, Fifth Harmony left the tour for their album drop, then Shawn and I kissed, and Dylan showed up that night." I roll my eyes.

"Ooh yes the kiss!" Rachel screams a little too loudly, then I glare at her, so she whispers, "Has anything else happened in that topic of interest since?"

"That's none of your business," I laugh jokingly, "But I will tell you that, yes, we have kissed since then." I blush slightly.

"And you're not dating? That's a little hard to believe." Rachel laughs and gives me an anticipated glance, and then checks the time. "Okay, so 1 hour until show time! Let's go get you prepared."

✦

45 minutes later, we have my hair and makeup done. I also did my usual eyeliner and mascara, and Rachel helped to curl my hair.

*ding!* My phone rings. "It's Shawn." I panic. What if he is cancelling on me or something?

I pick up the phone. "Hey Shawn."



"Hey,"



"What's up?" I smile.



He laughs, "What's your address? So I can pick you up? Guess I forgot to ask."



"Oh, oops! Sorry, I forgot to tell you," I smile nervously.

"No, it was my fault."

I tell him my address and I smile.

"Perfect, thanks babygirl," he says and I blush. "I'll be there soon."



"Okay," I smile. "Bye," and I hang up.



"Did I just hear him call you babygirl?" Rachel gasps.

"Yeah," I smile, "Sometimes he calls me that,"

"You are one lucky girl,"

"Yeah well, we aren't even together," I point out. "To be honest, I don't even know what our relationship is, though," I frown. "Like we both admitted we like each other weeks ago, and nothing else has happened."

"Have you been hesitant? Like after the whole Dylan thing?"

"I guess a little bit."

"Well, if I were you, I would talk to him about it tonight, or whenever you're comfortable. Maybe he's just hesitant because of all that you've gone through during the tour and before." Rachel suggests.

"Thanks Rachel, you're the best," I hug her.

"Now get changed!" she shouts, laughing.

I strip down to my bra and underwear and slip on my romper while Rachel turns the other way. I put on deodorant and my favourite perfume.

Just then, the doorbell rings and my heart starts beating really fast.

I look in the mirror one last time, and I'm satisfied.

"Have fun!" Rachel squeals. "I'll stay up here until you guys are gone, then I'll go home."

"Okay, thanks again Rachel!"

 
"Okay, now go before he thinks he went to the wrong house or something." she laughs, pushing me out of my bedroom door.

"Okay, bye." I giggle.

a/n
 
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