The sort of date

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(Elizabeth's POV)

When we arrived at my house I let Shane in and went upstairs to the wreck of a master bedroom that is mine. ( it's messy due to the fact I was pretty much living in it for two months straight)

I went into the master bathroom and washed off my tear stained face with a warm washcloth, forgetting to lock the door behind me.

I grabbed a brush and ran it through my tangled hair. I started thinking about my situation, Shane obviously didn't like me the way I liked him.

If I were to get depressed again that would be why. It's understandable! if the person that made me believe in love didn't love me back, that could make me depressed again VERY easily.

Why didn't he love me? Oh dammit! Now I was crying again!

"Why are you crying?" A soft but still masculine voice asked me. I snapped my head to the now open bathroom door and in the doorway stood Shane.

God dammit Shane, why do you have to be so fucking perfect!?!

Instead of answering his question I just walked over to him and hugged him still crying. He ran his hand up and down my back in an attempt to comfort me, but it just made me think of how he didn't like me the way I liked him and I ended up crying harder.

"Stop crying you're making me cry too!" Shane whined his eyes watering. "Why are you crying anyway?" Shane asked.

"Because I love you Shane, but you obviously don't feel the same way!" I mumbled into his shirt so he couldn't hear me.

"What?" Shane asked. OH SHIT!!! Did he hear what I said?!? " I didn't hear you, what did you say?" Shane continued. Good, close one.

"Nothing" I told him. He seemed to doubt it but left it alone as he could sense it might make me cry more. I sensed a small movement on my head as if Shane had readjusted his head on mine. I decided to shake it off and pretend it was nothing, even though it sent electricity through my body.

When I finally stopped crying which was at least a good 20 minutes later I looked up at Shane and said "I have to change now so shoo! Get outta here!" I yelled at him playfully as he left my room.

I went over to my dresser and picked out a cute lacy top with some blue skinny jeans and my old beat up converse that used to be white but were now were splattered with paint and other various stains I have no name for.

After that I went back to my bathroom and washed my face again. After that I put on some lip gloss, eyeliner, mascara, a bit of eye shadow, and a teensy bit of blush so that I looked nice but not like I was overdoing it.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked pretty nice! I clean up well if I do say so myself!

When I went downstairs I found Shane in my living room standing by the couch, when he looked over at me his eyes went huge and his lips parted slightly. Did I really look THAT good?

"Y-you look really n-nice" Shane stuttered, it was really damn cute when he stuttered. "S-should I change t-too?"Shane asked stuttering again. He was in pants and a t-shirt but they were a bit beat up.

"Nah, you look fine! Oh, before I forget where are we going?" I asked.

"I-I don't know, where do y-you want to go?" Shane asked. Aww, how sweet! He's letting ME decide! Thought a part of my mind that reminded me of my aunt Rachel.

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