The Boy Next Door (A Shawn Mendes Fanfiction)

True Friends

*Rebecca*

"Umm, I like you. I was wondering, maybe you wanted to go out sometime?"

I was shocked. No, that was an understatement. I couldn't believe that Jackson Smith wanted to go out with me. I never really had a crush on him, but he was sweet and cute and maybe, since Shawn didn't ask me out, I could hang out with Jackson.

I smiled up at him. "Are you coming to Shawn's after party? We could hang out then."

He nodded and his face lit up in a grin. "Sure, I'll see you then. But now, would you like to dance?"

I looked around, there were couples dancing around the floor to "Almost is Never Enough" by Ariana Grande. I turned back to him, sighing because I didn't see Shawn anywhere. "Sure. I'd like that."

We walked out and I put my arms around his neck, his arms around my waist. It was nice and all, but nothing like dancing with Shawn. With Shawn I felt this giddy happiness that I couldn't get myself to feel with anyone else. I looked off behind Jackson's shoulder, sensing someone looking at me. I saw Shawn standing alone on the edge of the dance floor, looking at me with a sad frown on his face. I looked back at him, trying to read his face. He smiled sadly and I grinned back at him, blushing. He stopped smiling and kept looking in my eyes. I looked back at Jackson, because I didn't want to be rude. I could still feel Shawn looking at me, then I saw him leave out the doors to a hallway. When the song was over, I thanked Jackson and ran off to find Shawn. I picked up my dress and heard my heels clicking through the empty hallway.

I walked through a door out to a small courtyard that was decorated with small lights. There were benches all around and small bushes with lights wrapped around them. I saw Shawn standing on he far side of the space, looking up to the sky and humming softly. I recognized the song. It was my favorite song of all time. It was the first song I ever wrote, called "Confused". I wrote it when I was fourteen, when I started to like Shawn. I was confused, because I thought we were just friends. I knew he loved it, but I had written more songs and so had he, so I never thought he payed that much attention to it.

I smiled to myself and yelled out, "Hey! Your singing my song!"

He turned around and smiled, seeing me excited. "Yeah. I love it, remember?"

I nodded, and he came over to me. He looked at me confused. "Why did you come and find me?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. Why did you look upset?"

He looked away from me and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I just was."

I put my hands on my hips, feeling annoyed. "You just were? Why are you keeping things from me? Why is it so important to lie?"

He looked straight at me. "Who said I was lying?"

"Melanie did. She said you lied about the Aubrey thing. She heard your conversation with Aaron."

He looked shocked. "I wasn't lying."

"Yes you were! If you had asked Aubrey to prom, she would have said yes! Why did you have to lie to me? What is so important that you have to keep from me? Because true friends, they tell each other everything."

His face flushed red. "Then I guess we aren't true friends."

I stepped back in shock and hurt. Shawn had never said anything mean to me, ever. I took another step back.

My voice cracked with tears when I spoke. "Why can't you tell me? Is it that important to you? So important that you have to lie to your best friend?"

He looked away from me. "I don't want to ruin our friendship."

I looked up at him and he glanced back at me. "Friendship? Well, it's a little to late for that, now isn't it?"

I turned around and quickly walked away back to prom. This was to much. I don't even know what to say to Shawn anymore. He won't tell me anything. Part of my anger is because I don't want him to find out how I feel, but I get where he's coming from. I don't want to ruin our friendship either. It's just easier to feel mad than, whatever I feel about him. I couldn't let myself get distracted by his kindness, or his voice, or his face...oh my gosh what am I saying? I'm going on a date with Jackson! I can't be thinking about another boy like that! Even if he doesn't want to be friends anymore. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about that. I don't know what I'll do if he's not my friend anymore.

As I walked back into the dance, I saw my friends standing up and looking around. They saw me and immediately walked over to me. Emily started talking to me first.

"What happened? I saw you with Jackson then you disappeared after Shawn. What did he say? Was he being a jerk again?"

I felt my face fall and tried to hold back tears, making my lip tremble slightly. "I-I don't c-care about what he said anymore. We're not friends. Friends are honest and can tell each other anything. He can't do that, so I can't trust him. Besides, I'm going on a date with Jackson, so I don't have time to worry about him anymore."

Melanie's mouth fell open. "You're going on a date with Jackson Smith?!?! Why? How? When? Why?!"

I forced a grin onto my face. "He asked me to hang out while we were talking. I was going to spend the party with him."

Emily gave me a look of disgust. "Why? He's a player. He dated Aubrey. Aubrey! He'll dump you for her when she realizes she wants to get back together with him."

I frowned. She was right. Shawn would never do that. But Shawn is not Jackson. Shawn is sweet, and kind, and funny. He knows how to cheer me up, how to make any day fun. I'm in love with Shawn. I just can't do anything about it, so why not go on a date with Jackson?

I looked back at Emily. "Look, I really love Shawn. I can't do or say anything about that, because he doesn't feel the same way. So why can't I hang out with Jackson?"

Emily put her hand on my shoulder. "Ok, you can. Just, talk to Shawn. You never know what someone is feeling until you ask. I have a feeling things are going to get better."

I tried hard not to cry, the tears burning in my eyes. I forced a smile to act like I'm okay, but I'm not. I don't want to talk to Shawn. I know if I do, I'll slip up and tell him how I feel. It's easier to be mad and hide your feelings than to be vulnerable and share them. Emily quickly hugged me and we danced the rest of the night, me thinking of Shawn the whole time. I wonder where he is, what he's doing. Who he's thinking of now. I hope he's thinking of me, because I can't stop thinking of him.

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Hey guys! Whoa, a lot of drama in this chapter. Things are getting serious! The party is going to be in the next chapter, all from Shawn's point of view. Have you listened to his album? So awesome! Thank you so much for 70 reads!

I'm thinking about doing a Q/A next update! What do you think?

Kk bye! Thanks for reading! *hugs* 😃😃😃❤️❤️❤️