Milkshake Hearts

Chapter 150: Drama

Courtney doesn't expect to be waken before 9am on New Years morning by her phone buzzing incessantly against the bedside table closet to her side of the bed (her side, although Shayne is draped half on top of her on the same side, anyway). She grumbles nonsensically at the noise when she feels Shayne stirring against her too, hand flopping lazily towards the table to try and grab the phone.

She manages to knock it down onto the floor, first, groaning louder when it means she has to tip herself half out of the bed to reach down and grab her phone, snuggling back against Shayne's chest behind her before she flips it around to look at it.

"We didn't drunk-post insta stories last night, did we?" she mutters, eyes narrowing at the flood of social media notifications blowing up her phone mixed with weird, context-lacking texts from some of her friends asking what happened.

"No..." Shayne mumbles, shifting himself (and Courtney) so he can lean up over her as she flicks open a text from Olivia to try and work out what the fuck is going on.

"Omg Court what happened last night???? We though you and Shayne just went off because you'd have enough but this Lucy person is posting all over Twitter about him flirting with someone else and you dragging him out which seems very weird is everything okay??????" the text reads, its tone rushed and concerned. It makes Courtney give an exasperated sigh, as Shayne groans and falls back onto the bed on his back, hand pressing against his own face.

"For fucks sake, really? I knew she was fucking trying to do some bullshit and I don't know what else I could have done to get away from her and I'm sorry if I made it easy for drama to happen but I did want you to move me away from her I just kinda blacked out because I was scared and-" he rambles, his voice growing higher and higher with stress. She sets her phone to the side, quickly turning around in the bed and pressing up against his side again.

"Hey, Shayney, don't blame yourself. Someone wanted to mess with us and they would've found a way to do it no matter what we did," she reassures, softly, leaning up to press a kiss against the side of his mouth, "We know exactly what happened. I guess we'll look at what those dumbasses have posted and see what we need to do but... it's fine, okay?"

"I dunno if they could've done anything except just like... made up rumours," he mutters, sighing lightly and turning back to watch as Courtney pulls open Twitter and navigates to the page that Shelby had texted both of them to look at.

Unfortunately, it's not just words, and they both curse under their breaths as she scrolls past a handful of pictures that this person must have had her friends ready to take, of every time the girl threw herself at Shayne, of Courtney looking pissed walking back up to them just before they left, and of Courtney leading him back inside.

"How do we- what do we even do? I don't want to get involved in fucking drama but I don't think we can say nothing," he mutters, exasperated. Courtney hums in acknowledgement, flicking back and forth between the pictures for a while as she thinks.

"We could... just be brutally honest and try and shut it down, I guess. Would mean a fairly public thing about us, but..." she trails off, shifting around to meet Shayne's eyes with a silent question. He pauses to consider, for a moment, before softly nodding.

"I think we need to... yeah. And you probably need to say something, I think," he replies, Courtney simply nodding and pulling open a new tweet on Twitter.

"Just gonna say shit and thread it, notes app always looks dodgy," she mumbles, Shayne nodding his agreement and watching on, one hand gently rubbing patterns against her shoulder, as she types out a string of tweets.

"Well, thanks for the rude ass pre-9am awakening, but I guess someone wanted to cause drama! So have what actually happened, I guess. But first: we have no idea who these people are like at all! Weirdos. Leave us alone."