The Better Shane Fanfiction (Shane x reader)

Chapter 5: The Docks (i finished it hoes)

A/N: Holy shit I'm posting again. It's a christmas miracle. Honestly no bullshit, I'm just lazy and didn't want to write. Well, Santa hit me up on the phone and was like, "Yo slut, if you don't write more, more people will see your more popular yet worse writing." I was so shocked with his words, like holy crap, you wouldn't believe it. But I love Santa, he's probably my best friend besides my mom, we all love ourselves a jolly lad. Alright thanks enjoy 👌

It was about 8:30pm when you left the saloon. Realizing you forgot to forage at the Cindersnap Forest, you took a detour in your route to get it over with. There wasn't a copious amount of things to take, other than a bunch of spring onions. Heading back, you passed by the pond and noticed a small figure on the dock, legs dangling just barely above the surface of the water. You knew very well who it was. Fruit Snacks Guy. Without much of a reason, you decidedly went to sit with him. He looked very lonely, and he was still drinking beer. Upon your arrival, he scooted over to make room for you.

"Hey," he began. "Thanks for the beer back there."
"It was really nothing," you replied. "I'm (y/n), by the way. I never caught yours."
"The names Shane," he admits, taking a swig of beer. "I'm sorry for yelling at you the other day."
"Oh no, it's fine," you assured him.
There was a moment of silence, only to be filled with the cliche sound of crickets. After about thirty seconds,  Shane spoke up.
"Do you ever get this feeling that like, no matter what you do, you're gonna fail?" Well shit, Shane is taking this conversation and steering it into disaster.
"Like you're in some deep dark abyss, and no matter what you do, you can't climb out," Shane continues, without hesitation. "I just feel like no matter how hard I try... I'm not strong enough to climb out of that hole."

Okay, like what the hell Shane? I'm just trying to pick some fucking spring onions, and you spring this information on me when I don't even know you and I'm actually the worst at comforting someone. Can you chill out for like three seconds?  Even though you had no clue what to say and you sure as hell wasn't going to say what you were thinking, you spoke up anyways.

"Look, I'm probably not the greatest person to open up to, though I'm actually very flattered that you felt comfortable enough to open up with me. But I've been there man. That's why I moved here. Compared to the city, this place is an oasis. You just have to find something and someone that suits you. I can't tell you a surefire way to get out of this funk, but you can do it. I know you can, because I did! Frankly, if I can do something, anyone can."

Shane looked up from his reflection in the pond, looked at you, and gave a slight smile.

"That isn't true," he remarked. "I can't help a total stranger the way you can." You smiled back, unsure of what to say. "Well my liver's begging me to stop. I should head back to my house. See you later, (Y/N)." He got up and departed from the dock to his house.

What a fantastic night.

(A/N: see i can actually right more than two sentences. i am a little lady, and being a little lady  comes with big responsibilities)