Best Friend (Shawn Mendes)

4

I sit in the cafeteria in the same position just thinking for about half an hour. I suppose Shawn just isn't up for arguing with me right now.

"School just got out," I hear him say through my thoughts. Dang it's already 3?

I blink away my stiffened eyes and look at him. He looks the same, the Shawn that doesn't show it when something gets to him.

I yawn, "can you go get me a soda?" I ask him knowing he'll say yes.

He smiles but doesn't seem sincere, "sure," and gets up.

I go back to my thinking and see my step dad slide into the chair where Shawn was sitting.

I lean back and notice he has a beer in his hand, I'm not even sure if that's legal. To drink in a hospital..

He doesn't look at me, just to the side.

I decide to break the silence by asking, "is my mom awake?"

He sighs and looks at me with his bloodshot eyes, probably hasn't slept in a day or two.

"How the fuck would I know?" He snaps.

I shrug, "just asking, goddamn," I say silently.

His head turns straight to me, "what did you just say?" He asks. I wanna snap and say how he's not my mom so he shouldn't give a fuck what I say but I don't.

I look at my hands, "nothing. I'm sorry," I say and turn my head and see Shawn walking back.

I smile at him and stand up so we meet about five feet from the table where Ron sits alone.

I grab my soda and smile fakely, looking him in the eyes. "Lets get out of here please," I say and he looks over my shoulder at Ron.

He nods and we walk up to my moms room to say bye.

When we reach the floor, I see a bunch of doctors running around with a crash cart and needles. I grip my cup and look at Shawn nervously.

I grip Shawn's arm and we walk down the hall and see the doctors in my mothers room. I stop where I'm at as I hear "code blue!" My drink slips from between my hands and splatters all over the floor.

I'm sure I'm squeezing Shawn's arm too tight but he doesn't seem to care. We are both in shock of what's happening.

I stand there for a good ten seconds before releasing Shawn and sprinting to the curtain where I see my mom unconscious and blood gushing from her chest.

My eyes go wide and I feel the tears. I cover my mouth, starting to cry and feel my legs go weak. I squat down and hear Shawn reaching me.

"Ally!" He says and puts his hands on my hips, helping me up.

He turns me away, and pulls me into a hug. A few tears fall on his shirt, and I try to block out the flatline going on behind me. My eyes slightly peek over his shoulder and I see a doctor rushing to us.

"Excuse me, you need to clear out please," the woman says. I take a deep breath but don't move.

"O-okay," Shawn says, his voice cracking.

His hand moves up to my head, rests on it for a second, then he pulls away. "Lets go home," he says, meaning his house.

I don't know if I can move actually. My mom may or may not be dead right now. I have no real home without her. The closest thing is Shawn's house.

He moves away, then notices I'm not behind him. I bite my lip to keep from sobbing as he grabs my hand and helps me walk to the car.

_____/Three Days Later\_____

The Mendes' didn't make me go to school the day after that day. Or the next, or today. My mom died from a blood clot in one of her major arteries, as I'm told. They said she wouldn't of made it anyways- she was too "damaged".

For the past few days I've stayed in the same room, the guest room, and haven't come out for any circumstances.

Shawn has brought me food, played instrumental on his guitar, but I haven't touched the food or acknowledged the songs.

I sit here, on the last Friday of Freshman year, on the same chair I've been sitting on for a day. After the hospital that day, I came here and changed into Shawn's blue flannel, I'm still wearing it. Every breath I take is his scent and that makes me feel good inside. Darkness just swept over Indiana a couple minutes ago. I watch as single stars appear.

It's currently raining, again. I stare out the window at the tree right outside. So many people have called my cell, and the Mendes's home phone to talk to me. I've rejected all of them.

I hear a knock on the door but don't bother looking at who it is. "Ally, can I talk to you?" It's him. Shawn.

I close my eyes for a few seconds then open them. I turn around, and look at him. He's wearing an old tee shirt with basketball shorts. His hair is crazy, he probably hasn't slept for a while.

Shawn's Pov

The moment she turns around I notice the giant black and blue bags around her eyes from sleep deprivation. Her hair is messy in the same ponytail from Tuesday.

I weakly smile at her waiting for a reply, I close the door and sit on the edge of the bed just a foot in front of her.

She pulls up her knee, "okay," she says quietly.

"Look, I understand you in every way right now. But your mom wouldn't want this. This isn't.. healthy," I say.

She rubs her eye, "I'm just so sad.." she says.

I grab her small, cold hand, "I know. But she would want you to move on," I say.

In the movies, the girl would snap back and say you don't know anything about my mom, don't tell me what she would want. But I knew everything about her and her mom.
And she knows it.

She closes her eyes and sighs. Jesus, she looks so exhausted.

"Okay," she says again and stands up. The shirt she's wearing falls to her mid thigh and she walks around, then falls on the bed and gets under the covers. Her hair falls on her face as she leans into the pillow, closing her eyes.

I stand up, and walk to her side and put my lips by her ear. "She's in a better place, baby. Im not saying you have to forget, just move on," I whisper and exit the room.