Angel

Chapter 6

Whenever I heard that saying the tension was so thick you could cut through with a knife I never thought of it being true.

Now , anyone got a knife. Like a really big knife ? Like one of those knifes the big scary chefs use?

So after sitting in awkward silence for about 10 minutes Shane finally decided to turn the radio on.

"Baby baby baby oh, like baby baby baby no", Justin Beiber blasted through the speakers of Shane's car.

Shane changed the radio station giving me the look of Are-You-Completly-Insain.

I must have been glaring at the radio mentally killing it.

Oh wait, that was what I was doing.

"-my one love my one life my one heart for sure and I will tell you one time", Justin Beiber One Time came out the car speakers.

Seriously, what did I do wrong?

I put my head in my hands shaking my head as well. So it was a bit awkward having me head in my hands while shaking both. It probably looked awkward.

Shane let out a chuckle.

Lady's and gentlemen, the prize for the biggest douchbag goes to .... SHANE.

I have him the death stare.

After that he was silent.

Ha, I showed you.

Shane cleared his throat and said, "Erm, were here"

I mumbled a thank you since it would be too awkward saying it louder but I'm not that rude I won't say thanks.

I undid my seatbelt expecting Shane to drive away thinking, " Why the hell did I let that loony in my car that does not belong on the road it belongs safe and protected?"

But no, he actually got out of the car.

I have him a What-The-Hell-Are-You-Doing?, kinda look.

He rolled his Eyes and motioned towards the door. But me being the idiot I am stood there dumbfounded so Shane walked in with me following along behind him.

Saying I was shocked is making a mole hill out of a mountain.

Damn you Shane. I swear anywhere he goes he looks as if he runs the place.

He walked up to the reseptionious desk and asked the lady, " Do you know what room Ruth leech's room is?"

"She's in room 104", the lady said without looking up from her computer.

My aunty Ruth or Ruth Leech, I've always made fun of her last name. Leech. Ha, see, when I get married depending on what my husbands last name is, I might just change his last name to mine.

Shane cleared his throat.

Yep dork face, I know your here.

Shane cleared his throat again and this time louder.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know your here. We get the picture.

"Fuck you, we're here", Shane said rather pissed off at me.

Whoops. So he had a reason for clearing his throat other than rubbing it in that I didn't tie him to a pole outside.

I didn't say anything, I just walked in.

I let out a blood curling scream. I have to say, if I see any advertisements for the dumb girl that screams and dies, I'm auditioning.

"Why is there some random here in my Aunts hospital room? I thought that was her and the accident changed her face", I asked Shane while laughing.

He gave me an amused look.

"Your really something", he said.

"Answer my question", I groaned at him.

"Maybe it's not a good something", he muttered under his breath.

He's lucky the lady here has children with her.

"Maybe you got the wrong number?", he suggested.

Oh great, I knew it would end up being my fault.

"I was jut following you", I said back.

"Well I was following you", He said with a smirk thinking that he would end up shoving the blame on to me.

Not today man doll.

"If I was following you and you were following me, how we're we moving or not going in circles?", I asked with a 'Duh' tone.

I walked out of the room apologising to the lady in the room before Shane could say anything else.

Oh my cheese and crackers. Shane is the biggest dip-shit I know.

The rooms meant to be 104 but he entered 401.

Dammit, that must mean I have to tracks all the way back down the hall ways and down the stairs.

Oh the joy of being with Shane

"Shhhaaaannneeee", I groaned

Shane came through the door with a smirk on his face.

"Babe, save the moaning my name for the bed"

I have him a confused look.

Bed?

Why would I be moaning his name in a bed- oh, the sick minded fool.

"Sex", Shane said with a smirk on his face.

I covered my ears like a 5 year old hearing the word shut up.

"Your in a hospital with sick people, do you really think that they want their last words they hear to be the S word?", I hissed at him.

Ok, I might be taking it to the extreme level.

"What, shit?", Shane asked with an amused look on his face.

"No, not shit, S. E.X.", I said spelling it.

Shane chuckled and said, " as much as Im enjoying this conversation, we should go and check on your Aunt"

Screw you Shane.