White Roses
Nhica Moico
(07/02/07)
Part Two
“You look so adorable in that dress!” Holly squealed, jumping up and down like a giddy, little kid. Shane sometimes wondered if her friend was a premature baby or was possibly dumped on her head as an infant.
“Thanks, Holly. But what about you? Aren’t you going out as well?” Shane asked, smiling at her friend. She glanced away from her for a few minutes so that she could admire her new white dress. She was fully sure Red liked white things, especially white dresses. Also known as, a petty excuse to make her conscience believe Red still harbored emotions for her.
“Yeah, I am too. But I’m not sure what to wear for tonight….” Holly’s voice trailed off as she went through the clothes they had in a pile. Shane’s mind had always been wandering off to different things whenever Holly talked about boys. And she had noticed that she swears a lot—like a sailor, with a grimy mouth. But it had never been worse until now—she had this thing about looking cool and acting cool in front of the boys. But Shane never wanted to flirt with anyone, not unless it was with—
“PERFECT!” Holly screeched, hugging the silk clad grey top to her chest. It was the blouse Shane had given her, and she stared in fascination as Holly tried it on.
"Is Red going? Because personally, I think he should go since he had looked good in that shirt he wore the last time to the previous party we went to.
Shane shook her head, sadly. "I don't know, Holly. He didn't tell me whether he was going or not. He didn't actually reply to my text last night."
Holly swung around, a huge grin plastered on her face.
"If you guys were a couple, you would have made a cute one!" she beamed, Shane couldn't tell her that Red had never felt that way towards her. Not when he hashis heart wrapped around the thought of someone else instead.
Shane sighed in exasperation as she folded her dress."Yeah, I guess."
This clearly hadn't been the response Holly was hoping to get, for she frowned.
"Are you kidding me? You just don't go around telling me 'I guess' bullshit when you've clearly got a thingfor Red," Holly replied, teasingly.
Shane shook her head, nearly challenging her to tell that to him,but Shane knew Holly like a book. And Holly had a big mouth. So she could never really trust her on something like this. Not when she had been keeping her stupid crush on Red close to the vest.
Putting the thought aside, Shane contemplated about the blind date her friend had set her up with. Though Shane hated it, she couldn’t help but feel glad for her best friend's motive for her to date again. To get rid of mourning over her heartache. To get rid of her pain, angst, and sorrow. Shane wasn’t excited as she thought she would be, even Holly had guessed that at the time Holly told her.
A moment later—Holly’s friends arrived in their snarky swarm. Inwardly groaning, Shane only hung out with them for the sake of her friend Holly. Car tires screeched, coming to a halt. Shane looked out the window to see a flashy car parked in front of her house.A redheaded, strawberry blonde, came out of the car, her hair blowing as the wind licked her locks. She stormed inside Shane’s house and gave her a big hug which Shane never liked. She didn’t like someone hugging her, let alone saying fake things to her.Shane feigned happiness, until her gaze shifted to a guy behind the redhead. He must be about six feet tall, with his brown hair tousled. It must be him. The guy Holly was talking about, the guy she was set up with. Shane felt thoroughly uncomfortable.
If it weren’t for the fact that they needed to go, Shane would have stood there for the whole day and gawk at him. Though, it was such a rude thing to do. He flashed her a smile.
“Hi” he muttered, stretching his hand out to her. “I’m Finnick,” he continued. Shane's breath was trapped in throat.
“Nice to meet you” Shane mumbled. She suddenly felt self conscious, and her fingers went up to her curls absentmindedly. It had been a bad habit of hers, but it had always been something that comforted her at the time; during times like these.
Now looking at her friend Holly, whose physique resembled that of a marvelous model's, Shane couldn't help but feel more insecure. Holly was talking to the redhead, and it had seemed like they weren't affected like she was--to be hanging around the obscenely pretty Finnick.
But after all, they didn't need to. The boys had been lining up to date one of them, and Shane was not surprised to realize these things. Dating boys had never really been her first priority due to the fact that most boys appreciated her looks rather than appreciated her sole character.
Still, Shane thought. Maybe things will be different this time. Optimism was the only thing she could cling to at the moment.
Holly finished talking to the redhead, and had managed to drag Shane out of her comfort zone. The day was spent talking, laughing and spending the time at the beach where they camp and swam at night. Shane couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun.
"Shane?" Finnick's voice interrupted her, bringing her back from her fantasy. Shane looked up, smiling when she saw him standing in front of her friends, waiting for her.
"Coming!" she called, putting her thoughts aside.
Maybe it wasn't so bad to consider being in a relationship again; perhaps it was the right time for her to date again. And that guy might be even Finnick after all, as she walked back to the tent.
Hey Guys! Here is the new update :) Hope you like it and yeah. Please vote and comment for this one, and thanks so much for the votes and comments I received at the previous chapter. :D
Enjoy! Nhica.
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White Roses
Ficção AdolescenteMaybe if Shane had told him, maybe if she did she would have been the girl in a white dress with white roses in her hands. Not her friend Holly, who had looked stunning in her dress. Maybe if Shane confessed, she would had been the girl in front of...
