We woke up the next morning feeling relieved and worry free. She had to leave because her parents needed her home for chores. I don't think I could ever forget that night, it will always own a place in both my heart and mind. Now you nasty people probably wanted to hear the rest of what happened that night but I'm sorry, that's personal. Anyways, Shayne came over and he definitely improved his emotions from the night before. Shayne has a good heart but he likes to keep it locked. He doesn't share much of what is kept inside it. He visits guidance once in a while but he can never truly talk about how he feels and what he wants to feel. His background wasn't so perfect, he's only told me about his life because I'm more trust worthy than Willow. His girlfriend died about 2 years back in a car accident. Drunk driving really makes me sick to my stomach. His father left him when he was 6 and his mother is an alcoholic who has been for over 11 years. His brothers and sisters live with the step-dad since he happens to be more stable than their biological mother. I told him what had happened last night because I know how much I can trust him and how I can trust him. As jaw dropping as it might seem the situation might be, he didn't move a muscle. He stood there, nodding his head to every word I came to speak. "Knew it. I just knew it.", he spoke. "What? How? Why?", I was curious to the edge. "Don't act like I didn't see the passion in between the dance you guys put to show. It was obvious. I ship it, I mean...I have been. I can see through both of you and I could tell, you need each other.", he remarked. I was honestly amazed at the statement he just led out but yet confused. "Why didn't you mention this before?", I asked. "Why I didn't want to ruin it. I mean, if I did, who knows...maybe it would've never happened...". He was right. What if he did tell me? Would I be freaked out? Would I worry? Would that night never had happened? I don't know. "Anyways, I'm heading to the convenient market in a few. Your welcomed to follow along, that is, if you want to.", he said. "Why not? I'd love to tag along. It'd be nice to go somewhere and not cause trouble for once.", I stated. "Kendra Jones? Where are you? What have you done to the real Kendra?", he joked. Yes, I'm very involved with trouble but come on, it wouldn't hurt to just be "normal", right?
