Prima Donna
Author: Pharo
Disclaimer: 'Lost' belongs to JJ Abrams and co. No infringement intended.
Summary: If there's one thing that Shannon hates, it's being ignored.
Spoilers: Pilot.
Feedback: pharo(at)newyork(dot)com
In her other life, people paid plenty of attention to Shannon. It was always one thing or another – her legs, her face, her mouth. People couldn't take their eyes off of her and that's how she liked it.
In this new life, everything is different. On the island, a bunch of buffoons that Shannon wouldn't even waste a glance at in the real world can walk past her as if she is invisible or worse yet, plain.
If there's one thing that Shannon hates, it's being ignored.
What bothers her more is that now, even Boone can walk away from her without looking back. She's telling him that there is no way she is going to help gather wood for the signal fire and he is only partially listening. Boone is so busy emptying sand out of his sneakers (sand!) that he isn't even looking at her lips while she continues to insults him.
"Fine," he says without another glance. "Be useless. I'm going to go help out."
He kicks up a little sand on her beach towel as he gets up. She refuses to let him walk away from her. That's not the way it works. If anything, she should be the one to leave him.
"Sawyer asked me if you were gay," she suddenly lies, loud enough so that he can hear her.
The shuffling of his feet stop and for a beautiful moment, there is nothing but silence.
"Excuse me?" he asks as if he heard wrong, his voice laced with annoyance.
She feels a grin on her mouth because she knows that she has his attention now. She is sure that he is watching, waiting for her to continue. Naturally, she chooses that moment to look through her handbag for some nail polish remover. On cue, he drops down next to her a moment later.
"Why would he think that?" he asks with a pointed glare.
She barely glances at him as she pushes things left and right in her little purse.
"Well, you do look like a metrosexual, Boone," she says with a shrug.
He rolls his eyes.
"And you corrected him, right?"
She lets him wait for a moment before she turns to him and smiles.
"Don't worry, Boone."
He lets out a slow breath and sighs.
"I told him that your sexuality is no one's business," she continues proudly, rubbing at her nails with the solution.
He groans.
"Damn it, Shannon!"
"Well, it's not!" she says innocently as he gets up to leave.
"Stay here and shut up until I come back," he warns.
"But what about the firewood?" she says with mock concern.
"Screw the firewood," he says. "When I come back, you're going to tell me what else you've been telling people about me."
Shannon smiles. The only thing she loves more than getting Boone's attention is pushing Boone's buttons. She turns to see him walking to Sawyer's tent by the forest while shouting, "Sawyer! We need to talk!"