Shane's Lonliness

Well i just like to start off by saying that I own nothing. This is a fan-fiction of My Wattpad Love by cold_lady19. If you haven't read it already please check it out. It's amazing! 

Anyways, this is the first thing I've written...ever...besides essays and stuff for my English classes. Ummm... This is the scene where Shane is at the bar wallowing in his misery hence the title.

Hope you enjoy reading it. Tell me if you like it I might think about making my own stories and poems.

 **************************Shane's P.O.V.*****************************

All my life I had been the player. I never thought that someone like her would change that. If only she wasn't obsessed with that freaky wattpad jerk, then I might be able to convince her of my feelings. Why is this happening to me? Why her? If only I could tell her how I felt! I can barely admit it to myself.

I love her... I love her... I love her!

I wish she felt the same. Knowing that she didn't was killing me.

Sitting here at this bar is depressing. I know I'm hot, but damn I just want to be left alone! Women of all types keep hitting on me! Blondes, brunettes, redheads, smart, dumb, pretty, and ugly none of them have any shame! They don't understand that I just want to get plastered and forget her...Jules... She really doesn't know the effect she has on others. Her beautiful smile lights up my day, but when she just says my name oh! how happy it makes me! Teasing her is so much fun especially when I catch her checking me out. She's so innocent....

A beautiful blonde walks up to my side shaking me from my reverie. I guess she's alright. If I was the old me I would have her in my bed in no time.

"Hey there, what's got you so down?" the blonde asks.

I just sit there staring blankly at the glass full of hard liquor in my hand.

"It's a girl isn't it?" she smiles knowingly.

Still I don't reply. Unfortunately she stays. Can't she tell I don't want to talk?

"I can help you know?" she offers.

Finally I reply. "What could you possibly do?" I mumble harshly.

This startles her. I guess she wasn't expecting a reply, or maybe she's finally getting the hint that I don't want to be messed with.

"Well I-I could... I mean you can talk to me about it, I'll listen." The blonde stammers out.

"Why would I want to talk to someone in a beaten down bar when I don't even know your name?" I growl out frustrated.

"My name is Abeygayle." she responded brightly. "And yours is...?"

"Shane" I grunted.

"Well are you going to tell me about her or not?" she asked.

"Not" I replied bluntly.

"It really will help you know." she encouraged.

"Fine! Will you go away if I tell you?"

"If that's what you want." she replied.

"Ok here goes. Her name is Julie Ann Jones, but everyone calls her Jules for short. She's not really my usual type."

"What is your usual type?" Abeygayle questioned.

I scrutinized her curvaceous body. She was beautiful. She had beautiful blonde hair with soft curls and perfect sized boobs too, not too big not too small. Abeygayle was the average height for a woman five foot seven. Her clothes looked very well on her also. She wore a simple a framed dress that complimented her tan complexion. "Your type" I replied.