Until The End

Chasing the Shadows

>>Shay's POV<<

I really want to love Alison but at the qsame time I can't, she's being a drama queen and really harsh to Ashley, she's going through a weird time and Alison is not helping in any way. I don't know what to think.
Anyway, we were all back at camp and I was in my tent looking for my water bottle when Troian came in, it was silent for a while until Troain finally spoke.

"Can you pass my moisturizer? It's right beside your arm."

I gave her the bottle of cream, I read the label out to myself, 'Garnier Moisture Rescue' I remember that Troian used to wear that one all of the time.

"Thanks." She twisted open the lid and rubbed it on her face.

"Remember when I used to steal a glob of that and put it on your nose?" I giggled, "Ah, you looked like a reindeer."

She laughed, "Oh yeah! That was funny, but it seriously used up a lot of this stuff and it's expensive."

"Ha ha," I chuckled, "Like this?" I scoop up a glob of the moisturizer and bopped it on Troian's nose as a smile displays on her face, and we both burst out with laughter.

Troian got the cream, too and now splashed it on my cheeks and forehead. My mouth formed an 'O' shape. As revenge, I drew a squiggly line on her face with my liquid eye liner and it created a mustache above her upper lip.

"Oh my god. Stop!" She continues laughing, "Pass the face wipes over there."

I gave her the face wipes after taking one for myself, I got the moisturizer off of my face.

"Is it gone?" Troian asked, I looked up at her and saw that her face was clear.

"Yeah, all gone."
God, I missed these days so much.

Later that day, at night, mostly everyone was asleep, just a small fire was built and it was pretty boring.

"Right," I began standing up, "I'm going for a walk, anyone want to come?"

"I'll go," Troian insisted, ". . .If that's okay?"

"Sure. Um, anyone else?"

"Me too, I want to go!" Lucy called, standing up and joining me and Troian.

"I'll just grab a few flashlights," Lucy added, Her and Troian were soon walking with me in the woods.

"I love being in the forest at night." Troian spoke, with her gaze falling upon trees and plants.

"Why?" Lucy disagreed, "It's creepy. Think about it, have you ever seen a horror movie without people in the woods at night in it? There's always a murderer."

"I don't think they'll be a murderer here, Lucy." I said, acting like it was clearly obvious, which it was.

"Who says?" She now sounded like a judge.

Troian squinted her eyes at Lucy, "Lucy, this is a supervised camp for a reason."

"Exactly," Lucy said, "What made the council put in supervisors?"

"Because," Troian's voice went quieter, "There were too many abductions and murders . . ."

I laughed at them, "Well, Tro, how does it feel to be wrong for once?"

"It feels anything but good," Troian pointed her flashlight to the ground, "But, all I'm saying is, now a days, you won't see a murderer on a camp site."

We continued to stumble on rocks and twigs, "Hey," I spoke, "Is it just me, or has everyone been getting bad luck from this trip?"

"Oh god, tell me about it," Lucy moaned, "Everything is upside down, the whole Ashley and Tyler situation, the cornflakes thing this morning, the Alison and Ashley argument."

"I swear this camp is cursed," Troian delivered, "It's just been one and a half days."

I laughed again, "Oh," I spoke to Troian as I remembered the event that took place this morning. "I'm sorry, about the cornflakes. . ."

She smiled, "That's okay."

I didn't understand how she could forgive me, and stay positive after all that we've done to her. "No, Tro." We kept walking further and further in to woods, I sighed, "It's our faults. We shouldn't have been so childish."
I didn't even want to do this in the first place, and I knew Troian felt sad about it.

"Ugh, don't be silly," Troian said, "It's fine, we're just girls, it's what we do."

She didn't get it, "No, Troian, I am really sorry. Can we just fix this?"

"There's nothing to be fixed, Shay."

Maybe our friendship? "There always is," I speak, looking at the leaves amongst my feet.

She looks at me, "Like what?"

"Our friendship."

"We are friends," Troian frowns, "Well, I thought anyway. It was always fine between me and you, and Lucy, right?"

Did sh- "What?"

"Yeah, sorry, what?" Lucy butts in.

"It's just been Ashley," She rolls her eyes, "She's just been a liar, mean, cold, selfish diva lately. Shay, think about it, was it her idea to pour the cereal over me this morning?"

I thought back for a minutes, then I remember Ashley telling me to do it. "Yes. . ." I mumble.

"Troian, she's going through a break up." Lucy moaned at her.

"Please," She says, "They're not actually broken up."

What made her so sure? "How'd you know?"

"Shay, it's either for attention or they're really broken up because of this, petty argument, and, I'm pretty sure Tyler has seen and laughed at many of these similar occasions that Ashley's caused."

I actually thought for a minute, was it possible that Troian was right, maybe they are pretending.

"Tyler's probably just had enough," I assume, still staring at the ground, "Anyway, it's not my place to say."

"Yeah, well, any way, I'm fine."