Best Friend (Shawn Mendes)

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After dinner we decide that I'll ride alone with Shawn, he had to "do something." I agree and say bye to the others as we all pack into cars.

"So where we going next?" I ask Shawn excitedly as we hop in.

He starts the car, "guess," he says.

I think, I love the beach. He knows that. "The beach?"

"Smart girl," he says backing out and following the others.

"I have one more trick up this sleeve," he says making me laugh.

"Who says that?!" I say laughing.

He laughs too, his smile is comforting. "Look in the back seat," he says.

I crawl out and lean over the dash, grabbing a small box in the back seat. What?? I sit back in my seat, opening it.

An iPhone.

"Shawn!" I yell and look at the box. I phone 6s Gold. Holy shit.

I smile and lean over and kiss his cheek. "Thank you!!" I say loudly.

He chuckles, "I told you I'd get you one," he says.

"Yeah I've been needing one, badly," he says.

"Oh and I got your old SIM card on there so it has most of your shit," he says.

"Holy fuck," I say opening the box excitedly.

"Thank you so much," I say. "How rich are you?!" I ask joking.

"Go ahead, turn it on and shit. We can take pictures at the pier," he says.

Yes, pier! Love the fuckin pier!

I activate it and start it up and receive about 100 messages. Most from an unknown number, Christian.

C: hey wanna chill?
C: hey what're you doing later?
C: wanna ball up?
C: wanna hang after ur dinner thing?

The most recent, about 20 minutes ago.

C: hey I know ur getting a new phone. Didn't know urs was broken.. My bad. Sry 4 blowing u up lol. Wanna hang after ur birthday thing? Shawn told me it's a family thing so I won't barge in now. Happy Birthday, girl. Let's hang later & I'll give you my birthday present

"Any messages from your devil step father?" He asks, snapping me out of it.

I check the others and see some from Ron.

R: I'll give you one week to contact me or I'll look up your location and drag you back here by the ear. Ally Wagner I am not joking! I will call the police on you and report you as a runaway.

Oh god. That was send about 3 days ago. I have time, I'll call him tomorrow.

"Yeah.. I'll show you when we get there," I say softly.

He looks over for a second, then back on the road. "You okay? Is it bad?" He asks concerned.

"I'm gonna have to leave early. This didn't seem to workout like we thought, Shawn," I say sadly.

He has one hand on the wheel, and moves his other on my arm and squeezes soft.

"It'll be okay. Worse comes to worst we go back early, the guys can always come visit later. We'd go back together," he says.

My head is swarming with scenarios of Ron coming to get me. What if he yells at me in front of everybody? Or what if he acts completely sane and asks with a please and calls me sweetheart. Oh god.