Dude… I don't even know what this is. Shannon/Boone when they were young.
Bwuhahaha.
Disclaimer: I don't
own Lost, Boone, Shannon, or the song Dirty Little Secret by the
All-American Rejects.
I'll
keep you my dirty little secret
Don't
tell anyone
Or
you'll be just another regret
Shannon hadn't thought it was wrong at the time.
Boone was her brother after all. Her stepbrother. That wasn't even really related. It was fake-related.
And they really had only been fake-related for six years.
That wasn't a long time.
Was it?
Well, the gist was that she hadn't known it was wrong.
It was just so romantic. At least through the eyes of a silly fourteen-year-old.
It had been raining. They were running home, since both of their parents were working late. Her hair was sticking to her face, and she was shivering in her tiny pink tank-top.
Boone noticed. He turned her to face him and wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. And then they stood across from each other, staring.
And then she felt his lips against hers, pressing roughly, his hand around her neck, dragging her closer. They were caught up in the moment for one long moment, and then Shannon was released. She fell backwards to see the troubled look on Boone's face as he turned and stalked off.
She followed him, her fingers on her bruised lips, smiling. She knew it, that he had felt this way. Of course.
Boone didn't talk to her for a week. Shannon knew he was freaking out- the heavy breaths, the flickering glances, the red flush that had become a constant on his face.
And then there was Angelica, and then Susie, Kimi, Lily. He was going through girls quickly, and making it a point to bring them over to the house to make out on the couch when he knew that she was home.
One day, after Lily had left, Shannon cornered Boone.
She kissed him back, finally, just as chaste as he had kissed her.
And then she left.
But she knew.
And she knew that she could use it.
Hope that you can keep it
My dirty little secret