Just Why? (Shawn Mendes)

We used to be friends.

I used to be able to talk to him without feel insecure and self-conscious.

What happened? I can only remember the night at the camp out, the day that me Shawn, Matt, Nash, Cam, Jack J, Jack and all of the "Viners" all celebrated the beginning of Magcon tour.

(Jack J = Jack Johnson) < we'll duh

*flashback*

"Its finally here" I passed the marshmallows around, the boys each taking more than one, and sliding it on their sticks at different times.

"Guys guess what!" Shawn jumped off his log, moving it backwards.

"What is it?" Jack J turned to look at Shawn. "Lycia's coming to the camp out now!" The boys groaned. They hated Lycia, as did I.

Lycia was the typical cheerleader you always see in movies. She was the head or 'captain ' cheerleader and she was the most obnoxious one. The boys knew she was pretty, but they were also smart enough to know that looks are not everything. She was the type of girl that did not understand that getting plastic surgery, it might make you more attractive and pretty, yet it will never make her a better person.

"C'mon guys!" Shawn laughed, "Shes almost here" As if she was being timed, she got out of her black mercedes.

Her shiny red heels bounced on and off the floor. Her jean shorts, shorter than short itself. Her sparkly pink top screaming with glory. Bright red lipstick, blue eyeliner, and black mascara. She looked like she was a fresh box of crayons, and Shawn looked as excited as kids are when they open those crayon boxes at a boring resturaunt.

Shawn ran up to her, "Hey babe" He went to kiss her.

"Babe, I have makeup on, dont smudge it," Doing as he was told, he stepped back.

I turned and locked eyes with Jack J, and we both rolled our eyes.

"Well what an.. enterance Lycia." I told her as she rolled her eyes, basically laughing at my presence.

"Yeah, we are just having smores at a bonefire." Nash said, agreeing with me.

"Im always ready for every occasion." She simply rubbed her lips together and sat on a chair, because the logs were too 'nasty'

I was only wearing my hockey sweatshirt, jeans and my sneakers. I looked like a piece of dust compared to her. I flipped my my dirty blonde hair behind my shoulder, and pushed a light brown streak out of my face. My nose scrunched as I saw her looking at Shawn with a desired smirk.

So Lycia...