Seandra Lea Jones Is A Tomboy

2. A Lack Of Regard For Male Attention

One thing to know about Shepherd is that when he's super tired, he will tell you just about anything. I don't know why, but his lips get real loose. Don't try it when he's drunk or horny though, then he's just an absolute dick. Tired Shep is my favorite Shep.

That's why, when he asked if I wanted to accompany him to a Hello USA interview that he had to leave at four am for, I said hell yes! It's been a week since he made that face when I said whatever I had said (no I don't remember what exactly we were talking about but it doesn't matter. He's not telling me something) and I need to know.

A town car arrived for us at 3:45 am and while my eyeballs were literally vibrating with the effort it took to keep them open, I forced myself to push through because this was a prime opportunity and I wasn't going to squander it. Shepherd, still in his pj's (which was a pair of leggings and a giant t-shirt), had sunglasses on and his hair was wild - which meant he literally just rolled out of bed. Perfect.

Shep slid into the backseat first, not even bothering to buckle up, he just curled into the corner. By the time I was seated and buckled in, he was already snoring. I jabbed him with my elbow, "Put your seatbelt on."

"When I was fourteen, I didn't wear a seatbelt for an entire year. No one even noticed." He muttered, shifting and lazily grabbing at his seatbelt.

"Cool story bro, buckle up."

"I... I can't," His voice was so gruff and deep with sleep, it was funny cause he was acting like a baby. He even stuck his bottom lip out a little bit.

I smacked his arm hard, it stung my hand. He groaned but finally buckled up. Once he was in, the driver pulled off.

I waited for the smooth ride and the jazz music playing to lull Shep back to sleep. I'm not gonna say I've been obsessing, but the face he made is honestly all I've been thinking about since the dinner. The dinner which was fine once Tegan realized no one at the table cared about her and Danny's sex life. I guess it also helped that I was in my head because that face.

I had said... what did I say? We were talking about... oh! Oh, we were talking about how I didn't like Tegan. Obviously cause she was insecure and Shep said... He said... Hm... He said something like it- right, he said it made sense that she was insecure. To which I responded that was dumb because Danny and I are as sexual as boy cousins or some shit. Then he made the face, a face that suggested what I said wasn't correct.

The pinch of his eyebrows, the purse of his lips and the skepticism in his eyes said that I was a damn lie. Which is hilarious, honestly and truly because I've never once wanted something akin to sex from Danford. In ninth grade we played spin the bottle, I landed on Danny and after the  kiss everyone made us do, we didn't talk for a week cause it was so awkward.

I crossed my arms and looked over at my friend. He had his arms wrapped around the seatbelt, his head flopped back to the side. His mouth was open and his snores were like a purr, he was freaking adorable. I almost didn't want to wake him up.

I flicked his neck.

"Fuck," He hissed, his hand coming up to cover where I hit him. "Man, what?"

"Why did you make that face last week when I said Danny and I are just friends?" I asked, getting straight to the point. He hadn't even opened his eyes, so I had to make this quick.

His mouth twitched, one eye peaking open before he laughed and closed it again. "Cause, Danny likes you, bro. Like in love level like. Like thinks you're perfect, wants to put a ring on it, type shit."

I immediately rolled my eyes, "Funny. Now tell me for real, why the face?"

Shep sighed, shifting so that his back was turned to me and the door was his pillow. "If you don't believe me, then ask him." He muttered before he was back to snoring.