I sit up in my bed and look around the unfamiliar room. Ugh. I have a splitting headache and don't remember much of last night. Drinking, dancing, that kind of thing. But I do remember Shane.
I look over and see his angelic face sleeping like a baby. I lie back down and stroke his hair quietly. Through the window I hear the commotion of New York awaking. Though this place may be
unfamiliar this situation is not. Laying here, in this position with Shane. He comes to me when he needs love. Or advice. Or a friend. Or someone to hold his hand and give him a hug. He came
here when he was going to ask Mitchie to marry him. And when he found out that she was pregnant. And the second time. And we always do the same thing. Talking, drinking, dancing, kissing,
bed.
People think that I'm just Tess Tyler, the shallow, self-absorbed, conceited little bitch who got famous off her mom. Someone to throw insults and laugh at. They don't know how much it hurts.
They don't know how much I want to be loved. They don't know the real me. They don't know what I think about. Care about. Believe in. Only one person knows the real me.
Shane.
But he doesn't care. Just like everyone else. He doesn't care about me. All he cares about is sex. And Mitchie.
So fuck you Shane Grey. You will never know how much you mean to me. F u c k y o u.
Yo, as my friends would say :) Shess one-shot. I don't know what it is about Shess that makes them so easy to write for... I think it might be the tension between them. Was a kind-of SongFic for Waking Up In Vegas - Katy Perry. And I got bored and decided to randomly italic some words. :D. Like it? Hate it? Do tell :) Love you x3
Cheese.
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