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a/n: I’m just going to leave this here and I’m kind of scared about it. this is just a small portion from the beginning. tbh, it’s not that small because I don’t know how much to reveal during a sneak peek but oh well. also the full story is up to 16k words already!
based off the movie my best friend’s wedding
summary:you finally realize that you’re in love with your best friend from college just as he’s about to get married. your plan and solution… break up the wedding with the help of your obnoxious playboy neighbor as your wedding date
He was getting married. YourCameron.YourCam. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t how your lives were supposed to play out. He had loved you through college and years after that. He couldn’t have possibly proposed to some girl he had known for only a couple of months. It was completely wrong in every sane way and the only justification you could think of was that he was mentally unstable. To make matters worse, the wedding was in five days. You had five days to stop this wedding and knock him back to his senses.
You barely had the strength to stand up, let alone change, so you walked across the hall in your work clothes and a pair of slippers. Your pencil skirt was wrinkled at this point and bunched up while your white button up was slightly unbuttoned on the top revealing the strap of your lacy bra.
Out of it, the only thing you could think to do was drink and that was your plan of action as you were supposed to board a plane the next morning. Across the hall, the door of your neighbor was cracked and you heard the various voices of your friends on the other side. Slipping in, you drew the attention of a few who lingered by the door. Evie and Allen pulled you into their conversation but after a small catch up, you were able to slip away to the kitchen where you knew the fridge would be stocked with beer.
You were the last to arrive out of the six people in your friend group. All having met in college and all still lived within the same city besides Cameron. You wondered if they knew of the news. That he was no longer yours or meant to be yours but instead belonged to some twenty-year-old trying to get a degree to become a teacher. It was soul shattering in every way and it reversed every single thing you had said about love because here you were trying to figure out a way to break up a wedding.
Hand clasped around the cool handle of the fridge, you pulled it open and sure enough was met with a fully stocked fridge of liquor. You went for your usual and picked your poison graciously. As the door closed behind you and you popped the top off of the drink, you found the host of the “party” leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest nursing his own drink. He stared at you as if trying to pick out what happened and it only sparked annoyance in you. You raised a single brow and glared.
“What?” you spat.
“What’s wrong with you?” his nose scrunched up as he asked the question, and his voice alone had you rolling your eyes.
You shook your head as you held the cold drink close to your chest, “Nothing, Shawn. It’s none of your business.”
Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor across the hall and a man who had gotten roped into your life. He had been pulled into your friend group when he moved to the city as his childhood friend was someone you had been close to as long as Cameron.
“You’re right,” he scoffed, “Forgot that I shouldn’t care.”
Without giving you so much as the last word, he stepped out of the kitchen into the living room leaving you alone to have your own pity party. You groaned underneath your breath at his childish response as you couldn’t seem to have one conversation without him getting under your skin. He was the only one in your friend group that you seemed to butt heads with even if you didn’t consider him a friend.
Your eyes followed his back as he collapsed onto his couch next to Sasha pulling the brunette into a conversation. His gaze flickered back up at you through the kitchen and as he found you already looking, a smirk formed on his pink lips. It was enough to make you groan in annoyance again before turning your back to him. You took a large swig from your drink unable to stop the rage that was filling your veins quickly. It was clear, you wouldn’t be staying long as you didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s mood and you had to pack for your spontaneous trip and reserve a ticket for a flight.
“Hey, there you are. I was wondering when you would get here.”
Glancing over your shoulder, the anger subsided slightly as you found Conner, Shawn’s childhood friend and your other best friend aside from Cameron. The boy with his honey straight hair and soft smile went to grab a drink of his own from the fridge. You couldn’t form a response as you just stared down at your white fluffy slippers you tapped against the wooden floor. Upset was an understatement and by the curious look your friend sent over his shoulder, he could sense it.
“Hey, you okay?”
Taking in a deep breath, you released it and shook your head, “Did you know that Cameron was getting married this weekend?”
Looking up you found Connor freeze, still staring into the open fridge. Caught, it was clear that it was something he had been hiding probably at Cameron’s request. Grabbing his own drink of choice, the fridge slowly closed and he turned to face you. The look on his face said it all and it was almost as if he regretted keeping a secret like this from you. “You finally called him back?”
“Yes, and he’s getting married!”
“I know,” he sighed, taking a step forward almost coaxing you into a comforting hug.
You raised your arms, brows furrowed, hurt the only thing being shown on your face, “How long have you known?”
“He called me about a month ago and I got the wedding invitation in the mail a few weeks ago. He asked me not to tell you.”
You nodded, taking an even longer sip of your drink almost begging for that buzz to overtake the pain that seemed to be suffocating you slowly, “Of course, he did. You know what he asked me?”
Connor didn’t say anything and you let the silence linger for a few seconds as a sad chuckle fell from your chapped lips, “He asked me if I was going to bring a date to the wedding. Like I could’ve possibly found someone better than him in this last year. Can you believe that?”
“I’m sorry.”
You didn’t even hear the weak apology as another thing had quickly dawned on you. Cameron had asked you to bring a date and above all things in that moment you said, yes. You were supposed to be leaving tomorrow and you needed a date to that wedding and someone who could ultimately help you stop the groom from marrying the bride. Your laughter slowly died and you stared forward at the buttons on the front of Connor’s shirt and slowly your eyes trailed up to his confused face. A light bulb had practically appeared on your head as the idea manifested.
“Y/N?” he said your name slowly as if you were a fragile child on the brink of crying any second.
“Connor, I need a favor,” you blurted, crazy eyes widening as you grabbed meekly onto the sleeve of his shirt.
You could see the hesitation on his face, “What?”
“Will you be my date to the wedding? I told him I was bringing someone and you and I both know there aren’t any contenders. Please?” your hand tightened around his shirt as you knew he wouldn’t like this favor you were asking of him.
“Y/N…” he drew out your name, his own eyes dancing over your shoulder at his girlfriend sat in the living room.
“Connor, please. I am begging you. I am way in over my head here and I need help. You said it yourself just a few months ago that Cam and I were meant for each other.”
He shook his head as he peeled your hand from his shirt and held it in his own, “I can’t Y/N/N. I’ll be there wedding day but otherwise I have to work and you know how Sasha would feel if I hopped a plane with you and left for five days.”
You huffed, squeezing his hand tightly, “Why can’t she just get over that we’re just friends.”
“Look, I’m sorry but that’s what I told Cameron and I already said that I was bringing Sasha.”
That was it… you were screwed. You dropped his hand from yours knowing that there was no amount of begging you could do to get Connor to change his mind. He was the only one who you were close enough to that could help you with this, could help you admit your feelings to the man you had been hoping to spend the rest of your life with.
The plan was simple in your eyes. Say that Connor had broken up with Sasha and a romance had ignited out of nowhere and try to convince Cameron that he was the only man for you. Allen had crossed your mind but that was quickly off the table as he was gay and you wouldn’t be able to make Cameron believe otherwise. Which meant, you were set on going to this wedding alone.
“Hey, I think I know someone who you can take as a date,” Connor suddenly assured which brought a new sense of warmth to your eyes.
But as you looked up and found that your friend’s gaze was still over your shoulder, you instantly felt your stomach shake with worry. You knew who he was looking at before you even turned around but you followed who his orbs were locked on anyways. Your suspicions were proved correct when your eyes found the tall Canadian boy that was sunk in between the couch cushions. Shawn Mendes.
At the simple suggestion, you twirled back around and laughed in Connor’s face. Was he insane? “You have got to be kidding me?”
“I’m not.”
“Shawn?” you gaped, “You want me to take Shawn Mendes as my wedding date?”
Connor smirked, “Yes.”
“That is the worst fucking idea I’ve ever heard!”
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“I have an offer for you.”
He nodded without so much as a question, “Okay, I’m listening.”
You took in a deep breath, unable to keep eye contact as you said what you did next, “You come with me this weekend as my date to a wedding and I’ll help you get rid of your hookups whenever you want.You can hide here or I can pretend to be your girlfriend or sister or whatever.”
He raised an eyebrow in your direction and you were already starting to doubt your decision, “Why do you need a date to this wedding?”
“Shawn, I’m not going to ask twice. So deal or no deal?” you were pleading at this point and both you and him knew it. You stick out your hand to him and waited anxiously as he thought it over before he finally takes your hand and shakes it.
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