The Original Six.

Chansis, aka Chance, aka Shane

Arya's Perspective

                       This house is a stress relief. What could a sixteen year old possibly have to stress about? At this age, I am fully aware the world is totally crashing around me. I mean that in all ways possible. Sydney's grandparents house was probably my favorite place to go. We had a whole house to ourselves due to them owning a bed and breakfast next door to their own house. It comes in handy when we decide to see who can scream the loudest and we run around like monkeys. Who am I kidding? We don't run, we're fat. Lynn and Duke always made the best food, mac and cheese being one of my favorites. I guess, they felt like a "normal" family away from my own very psychotic and messed up one. I often found Syd and I in the room titled, "Melissa", calling, Skyping and texting all of our other friends and acting like idiots. As I think of this, she seems to have called someone again. "Who are you calling?", I ask sitting on the floor as I always had. "My friend, Shayne," she replied. "Oh, yeah. The one who likes you so much?" I think I see a sigh roll off of her tongue as she rolls her eyes. The line rang for a couple of seconds before he answered. "Hello?", Syd smiled leaning into the phone that was previously put on speaker. "You're on speaker Chance. What's up?", she says as i laugh quietly waving to the phone, "Hi Shayne!" I speak happily, realising he can't see my wave, retracting my hand. "Can I say something?", I ask. "Yes..?", he replies. So I state simply with a small giggle at the end, "You really do sound white over the phone.", "I told you I did, I wasn't kidding." His voice seemed so off from his body. He sounded...nice.

                      Conversations went on absentmindedly until he asked me one question in particular that amused me. "Rebecca?", he asked gaining my previously distracted attention. "Yes, Shayne?", I waited for his response. "Hypothetically speaking if a-" he was cut off by Sydney, "No, you already asked me that." "No," I interjected, "let him finish I want to hear what he was going to say, continue." And so he did, "Hypothetically speaking if a hamster were to crawl up your vagina and scratch on your gspot would you make it get out or let it stay in there?" If I had water in my mouth I think I would have choked on it. I wanted to play alone. "Well, what gender is the hamster?" he laughed unphased, "any gender you wanted it to be." "Well," I start, "if it was a girl  hamster I would totally let it stay up there, but if it was a boy, I'd probably make it get out. I'm not into doing it with male hamsters, it's just wrong." I had Sydney laughing by the end of this statement. I think maybe she thought it was funny, But Shayne didn't laugh. Maybe he thought I was being serious? Hell, maybe I was. It sort of dropped after that and we talked aimlessly about absolutely nothing at all until the conversation of dicks came up. I don't even know how it did. Sydney told me Shayne's was a six or seven. Now, to her that's small because she's used to bigger. I didn't really mind the size, it wasn't small or anything. "Ask him," she says and so I do. "Hey, Shayne?" "Yes, Rebecca?" he responds. "Well, I was wondering how big your dick is." I laugh like a childish school girl, and honestly that's exactly what I was. "Uhm, like six or seven. Why?" "Oh, I was just wondering, so that's hard?" I cover my mouth again and he confirms it as when it's hard it's that length. Why we were speaking of his dick size never really made sense to me, but oh well, it was happening.

                    The night ended around 3 or 4 am with him passing out and Sydney and I staying up an hour more. I thought nothing of the interaction really until the second time we spoke on the phone. It was different. I didn't feel a need to talk the whole time, and I found myself wanting to hear him talk more and more. I had become addicted to his voice. That's weird. No, I'm just being silly. No addiction. She dropped me off at my house the next day and off I was to think of everything. I had followed him on Instagram as soon as I was able to.

                       I believe Sydney knew of the situation before I had even told her. I liked Shayne. I really really..liked Shayne. This feeling lasted about two seconds before I decided I just thought he was insanely hot and moved on with my life. And then he asked Sydney if I had liked him, oops. Well, turns out, I am an 8 1/2 to him. Most might find this to be a major bummer, not me. I was a 2 at max. He called me an 8 1/2, that's a major ladder climb for me, so it was good. He also said and I quote, "I just don't see her that way, I'm sorry." BUMMER. Was I sad? Yeah, for like a day and then him and I actually began messaging each other over Insta. Then, get this, his data ran out, so he gave me his number to text him. A BOY GAVE ME THEIR NUMBER, SHIT BALLS! It was all chill. We texted, we texted.... a lot. And with each passing day we spoke more until we were texting each other every hour of every moment we were awake. He is so damn intelligent, and I just couldn't believe it.

                    The most accomplished I felt was about two days in to us talking and he told me I was more interesting to talk to than Sydney. It was the best feeling. For once I was better at her in something. I began to ask questions. A lot of them. I wanted to know all the little stuff for I knew what was coming. Sydney was going to fight with me over how he talks to me more than her now. While my first priority was to get to know him, because I really really like him, I knew she didn't know the littlest things about him. Favorite color, what he orders at certain restaurants, his opinions with anything political, whether or not he liked smore's. As this is an autobiography, I do believe I am supposed to tell the full truth to my ability. If I said what I know about him, it would no longer serve a purpose to get to know him yourself. P.S. ...He likes smore's the same exact way I do...