Best Friend (Shawn Mendes)

10

In the car, things are a little awkward, but I don't pay much attention. In a car full of 18 year old shouldn't be so weird. Well, I
did just meet these boys a few hours ago..

They turn up a rap song that I don't know the words to. We ride for about five minutes before I get a text from an unknown number.

Is your boyfriend worried about you?

I raise an eyebrow and notice Sam is on his phone, peering at me through the corner of his eye.

I sigh silently and reply.

Not my boyfriend, and why should I care. I'm my own person duh.

I roll my eyes and zone into the song the Jacks are jamming out to. The clock says 12:50. Damn we were out for a long time even though it seemed so short.

Johnson turns the radio down and glances back here.

"You guys want some McDonalds or some shit?" He asks.

I smile, "yeah sure."

I look at Sammy. He sits so much taller than me and his face is so much older than me. Grrrr.

His cheek wrinkles are slightly there, "alright. Like I need to get more fat," he says.

Johnson laughs, "Sammy, you couldn't get fat if all you ate was McDonalds!" He challenges.

Sam leans back laughing, "whatever man. Yeah let's go," he says.

Jack J looks at me, "is anyone bugging you to get back?" He asks.

I guess everyone knows Shawn is uneasy about me leaving with these three for a few hours. It's not even a big deal, I make my own rules now.

I roll my eyes, "no, Johnson. You're buying," I say, talking about the food.

He sarcastically sighs, "if I must.." he says and turns back around.

I smile and look at my lit up phone. Another text from Sam's number, I haven't put a name in the contact yet. I unlock my phone and read it as the music goes back to loud.

This was fun. The other boys are always too immature and careless when we all go out. Your not, you're different. I like that.

I laugh silently to myself, that's exactly what Jack G said to me not more than an hour ago. But am I really that different? That's the question.

I think of what to reply as I stare out my window. We've made it to a smaller road I guess in Los Angeles, not too many cars around. The local homeless and thugs out on the streets and at the corners.

Just our luck, we get stopped at a stoplight. I sigh and think of what to say just as I start rolling my window down, feeling hot.

So I've heard. But why. Why am I "different" ? Sammy, you and all boys confuse me.

I press send just as I hear a whistle from out the window. I look up and see a big black man with a two others by his side. The thugs.

I smile at them, knowing we are about to leave the light at any second.

He waves at me but I just keep smiling.

"Hey little mama, come over here. I'll show you a good time!" He yells in a Jamaican accent.

I laugh and see him hold up a small ziplock bag full of white, powdery stuff.

"Shit that's coke," says Johnson.

I get a straight face as he taps the bag, then we pull away to the restaurant.

"Jack, he got coke man." says Johnson.