A love story with Shane Mccutcheon. This story may or may not have smut, i'll decide whilst i'm writing. (P.S. some of the details from the show might be changed a little to make the story make more sense. Honestly most of the show is probably gonna...
Did I do something? Shit, was that joke too much for her?
I huffed, walking over to her room. I slowly pushed the door open to see her laying on the bed just staring at the ceiling. I sat on the side of her bed, facing the wall. It smelt strongly of caramel in here.
"Soooo," I began awkwardly, looking back at her, "something wrong?"
She let out a sigh, looking at me.
"I have a problem," I stared at her waiting for her to continue, "My whole life I've felt one way, but now I'm realizing that I might've not felt that way and I was tricking myself into feeling that way because its 'normal', and right now I'm feeling something I have never felt before."
I stared at her for a moment and bit my lip in thought. She looked away as I did and stared at the ceiling again.
"We could do something to take your mind off it...?"
She let out a chuckle, "Like what?"
"You'll see when we do it, if we do it."
She let out a small smile, getting off of her bed, "So when are we going?"
"Now, and don't dress too nice it's kind of a messy place."
"Okay then... shoo, I need to get dressed."
I laughed and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I paused outside of her door for a moment and smiled to myself before walking away.
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"Are you ready yet, Ricky?" I yelled from the living room.
"Wait outside, I'll be there in a second.." She answered. I walked out, unlocking my car.
Before I got in, I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around. My eyes widened as I looked at her. She was hot.
"Too much?" She held her arms in front of her stomach. She was wearing a ripped-up jean skirt and a ripped up t-shirt with nothing on underneath it, it looked like. She paired it with fishnets and some dirty black heels. Holy shit.
I walked up to her and uncross her arms, my fingers accidentally brushing against her chest while doing so, "It's perfect."
She stared at me for a moment before snapping back to reality and letting out a laugh of relief.
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"Oh thank goodness, I thought it was way too much."
"No, it's kinda hot."
She stared at me then cleared her throat, making her way to the passenger seat.
I got into the car, starting it and backing out. Every red light we stopped at, I stared at her. Why can't I just fuck her already. God, Shane. Shut up.
"Do you really think it's hot?" She asked me out of nowhere.
"Hm?" I said, unsure if she knew what she was asking.
"Do you really think my outfit's hot, Shane?" She said again, this time putting more emphasis on the word really.
I tapped the steering wheel a few times before answering, "Yeah, why?"
"Just asking," she said. I looked over at her to see her biting her lip with a small smile.
I stared at the road ahead, a small smirk spreading across my face.
