SEVEN DAY ROAD TRIP ; MULTIFANDOM

5. what if she doesn't feel the same way?

The chivalrous gentlemen carry the three shopping bags with them to the parking lot where they find Shawn and Camila, waiting for them, standing beside the blue Mustang. The chilly rain has now come to a stop but the day remains gloomy.

The adorable sight of Shawn's hands wrapped around Camila's waist, as he embraces the smaller girl from behind, starts driving Selena more and more towards her decision to tell her fellow Latina the truth.

Once the Canadian finds Ruel struggling with the ginormous weight in his hands, he leaves his best friend behind and helps him out by taking the load off his rather weak hands.

"Yeah I went gym the other day you know. Did so much lifting, that's why I'm not the strong boy that I usually am." The skinny one who was struggling just five seconds earlier, tries to make an excuse that he knows no one will believe, and much to his expectation, gets shut down with a few sarcastic comments like "Yeah right", "Sure".

They chuck the bags in the backseats of the two cars and get in the vehicles. Mendes, Cabello and Puth occupy the blue car, Shawn still the designated driver with Camila by his side, and the remainder take the red one. Gomez takes the wheel as Ruel rides shotgun and the couple sit in the back.

"Alright, Charlie get some sleep if you want, oh wait, I'll be back in a bit." The blonde one opens his car door and his entire friend's group start booing him for holding up the adventure that was awaiting them.

"I need to restock on antidepressants you dickheads." Ruel had grown comfortable sharing about his mental health issues with them. He was an open book to his friends, everyone knew about his struggle against depression and the causes behind it - his broken family, a distant father, constant pressure to be a good role model for his sister who had never known what real parents and a real family were like, and everything else in between. His shoulder was quite overburdened for a seventeen year old and he craved a simpler and sweeter life.

The only reason he agreed to go to therapy was because of his friends. The pressure of making a home out of a broken house had crumbled him so much that he chose drugs to help push the pain away and he hated himself for it, even more than he did before, but his best friends convinced him to go to therapy when they couldn't watch him fall into this horrid bottomless pit of lament and guilt.

It was Shawn who said "Do this for your sister." And that's what had managed to hit him in the right spot and things had started going up from there. He went to a psychiatrist, talked things, and everything seemingly started to get better for him, or so his friends thought.

"Alright be quick." The Texan tells her friend, who nods and disappears somewhere into the distance.

"He's still on those?" A worried Canadian asks the rest of the people waiting in the cars, only when Ruel was out of sight. The Latina at the driving seat of the red Buick rolls down the top of the car as she replies "Yeah. I hope therapy is helping him out."

"Well he seems a lot better than he did a few months ago. He seems carefree and happy." A smile greets everyone's faces when they realise Charlie was right. He does seem happier.

The driver of the blue car rolls down the top of his car as well and their silence dies down once they hear the crumpling of a plastic bag. Everyone stares at the Irish boy who was already digging into the bag of supplies to retrieve some snacks for himself.

"Niall, just wait a while, will you?" Camila mocks the hungry boy who shares her love for food.

"I didn't have breakfast, I'm starving." The blue eyed boy proceeds to grab a packet of chips, open it, and then munch on the yellow crisps. Neither of his friends ask for him to share, since everyone is well acquainted with Niall's passion for food and are fully aware that he wouldn't even be charitable enough to give them the scraps of his food. He will devour it up himself once he's gotten his appetite back.