A/N: Well, this chapter was going to be longer. But I'm having major
problems with Jessy. And I've completely lost her. And I don't even know
how. What happened or anything like that. And now I'm talking to her
husband about it, and I really don't want to cause none of the people that
I need are online right now. So I sit here being attacked by people and
crying hysterically about it. So I apologize for the shortness of this
chapter.
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"This was so much fun!" Shannon laughed as we sat on the bed in my hotel room. Our arms were tired from the massive amounts of bags we had been carrying for half the day, from the shopping spree we had just finished at the mall in LA. I shook my head as I yawned and laughed.
"I think we've been to each store at least once," I smiled.
"I know, but you can't say we didn't have a good time," she said.
"No, I had an excellent time. Shane's not gonna be happy though," I replied thinking about all the bags she'd be brining back with her.
"I really couldn't care less," she growled tightening her blonde ponytail.
"Can I ask why you two are fighting?" I asked.
"You don't wanna know," Shannon rolled her eyes.
"That's what he told me last week, but I really do want to know. It's not because of me is it? Cause I really like you and I don't want to come between the two of you. I think you and I are pretty good friends and I'd personally like to keep it that way. So if I'm the reason then I'll back off. Seriously, I'll just leave him out of my life for awhile," I said.
"No, it's not you. And I like you a lot too. I mean in the beginning when I heard you were coming back, I figured you may be a problem, but you're not. I think I've gotten pretty close with you and you mean a lot to Shane. I wouldn't have it any other way. But you're definitely not the problem," she assured me.
"Then what is the problem? You two are a cute couple."
"Alright, I'll tell you. Last month Shane got an invitation to go to the Playboy Mansion for the day. He told me about it and I told him I didn't want him going. He told me he didn't understand what the problem was and I told him that I didn't want him going and that was that. So two weekends ago, he went anyways. And that's what pissed me off," she sighed leaning back on my bed.
"So you don't trust him? Because he would never cheat on you. Once he's in a relationship he's completely committed, no matter how big of a slut he truly is," I laughed.
"No, it's not that I don't trust him. Cause I do. I don't trust them and I didn't want those half naked girls hanging all over him. I didn't want there to be any temptation," she replied.
"Well, you should have gone with him. It's a lot of fun there. And all the girls are really nice. I mean, I had a wonderful time when I went."
"Whoa, hold up. You went to the Playboy Mansion?!" she exclaimed.
"Well, um, yeah. He got invited when we were dating. I believe the fall of our second year together. I was pretty upset about it too. I told him I wasn't too impressed about it. But told him to go if he wanted to. His face lit up and he said he'd love for me to go with him so I went. He was gonna take one of the guys, Maven I believe, but he took me. I hung out with the girls, swam, played volleyball, and just hung out. And what they say about the grotto is true. What happens in the grotto, stays in the grotto," I smiled coyly.
"Why? What happened in the grotto?" she asked.
"Sorry, can't say. But we all had an absolutely WONDERFUL time."
"Yeah, okay, don't want to know," she smiled knowingly.
"But seriously, you should have gone."
"I wasn't asked to go."
"He didn't ask you?!" I exclaimed.
"Not at all. He took Maven with him."
"Oh, wow, sorry."
"Nothing for you to be sorry about. But why would he ask you and not me?"
"Well, maybe he thought you were jealous or something."
"Well, no, I mean, I don't like the fact that girls are constantly hanging off of him, I kinda attach myself to him when I see it happening, but I know it comes with the job."
"You're jealous," I laughed.
"Alright, fine, I'm jealous, whatever. But still, he shouldn't have gone against my wishes like that. He didn't even tell me he went!"
"Alright, I don't agree with the fact that he just up and left, but he had the right to go. He just didn't want you to get all up in a huff if one of the women started talking or flirting with him."
"How come you were fine with it?"
"Grotto."
"Why do I have scary pictures in my head whenever you say that?"
"Cause you've known me and Shane for too long?" I questioned.
"That's gotta be it," she laughed. "I'm scared."
"About?"
"About Shane calling the whole wedding off. I mean I'm not sure I want to marry him right now. But I don't want him calling it off."
"Ya know, don't do anything for awhile. If this fight keeps up like this, then do something. But hold off for awhile? Things could change."
"Yeah, I know. I love him, but sometimes I think that I'm just not right for him. All his little quirks bother me now. They never used to, I used to find them cute, but now I want to kill him. I sometimes wonder if he's not with the wrong girl."
"Who should he be with then?"
"You."
"ME?! Why?"
"Because you don't mind his little quirks."
"His little quirks?"
"Yeah, like how excited he is over a new comic book issue, or how he's attached to his lap top, or how he chews his food."
"Yeah, um, none of that bothered me," I laughed.
"I hate his belly button ring, I hate his hair cut, I hate that he's constantly watching moves. I don't like to go out and party like he does. I'm just not like that anymore."
"Wow, um, okay," I said biting on my lip as I took my Simba into my arms.
"What am I supposed to do?" she asked me as my cell phone rang. I paused when I saw who it was calling, but answered.
"Hey Sugar," I smiled.
'Shane?' she mouthed. I nodded as she rolled her eyes.
"Hey Angel. Are you back from shopping yet?" he asked.
"Yeah, have been for a bit."
"Did you and Shannon have a good time?"
"Do you wanna talk ta her?" I asked.
"Whoa, could you repeat that sentence?" he laughed.
"What?"
"It's been forever since I heard that New York accent. I've been wondering where it ran off to," he replied.
"No where's honey. Just masked over by this gosh darn southern accent," I smiled throwing out the worst hillbilly accent imaginable. He laughed before letting out a deep sigh. "So, um, do you wanna talk to Shannon?"
"No, that's alright."
"Then why'd you call?"
"I dunno."
"Shane, you sound like a 14 year old little boy. Now stop digging your foot in dirt and tell me what's up."
"Just wondering what Shannon said about me," he replied softly.
"Oh, nothing about you was said. Well, except how you're lacking on size. But that's about it," I smiled.
"WHAT?!" he screamed. Shannon started laughing and I tried my hardest to hold it in. "You're such a bitch."
"Muchas Gracias!" I laughed. "Really though, nothing much was said. Although I'm curious about this whole Playboy Mansion thing."
"Well, you'll just have to keep bein curious cause I'm not sayin a word when I know she's probably sitting there trying her damnedest to listen in."
"Fine, then I don't want to talk to you anymore," I pouted.
"Even over the phone I can see that look on your face. So stop it!"
"Well, whatever. I'll see you late tonite on the plane," I sighed.
"Alright, lata sweetie."
"Bye Shane."
"So?"
"He didn't say anything," I said. She flopped back down on my bed and sighed.
"I'm just afraid it's over and I really do love him."
"It's not over. Trust me," I smiled laying down next to her before I flipped the tv on.
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"Okay, so now that we're no where's near Shannon, would you please explain your side to this whole Playboy deal?" I asked leaning over the table in catering as Shane ate.
"Case, I'm eating here!" he said.
"And I'm talking. What's your point?" I smiled.
"Alright, so what do you know and want to know?" he asked leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms.
"First off, did you cheat on her?"
"Hell no! You know me better than that."
"Alright, second, why didn't you ask her to go with you?"
"Because she wouldn't have been comfortable with all the girls being around me."
"But you asked me the last time you went."
"I did that because I knew you would love to just hang out with everyone. You weren't jealous with like my fans hanging on me or anything like that. She has a tendency to be over protective and will latch onto me."
"Oh, I see."
"So that's why I didn't ask her. Anything else?"
"Yeah, why'd you go when she specifically asked you not to and you knew how it made her feel?"
"I made a promise to Maven. And she doesn't own me. Why should I worry about what she wants and not do what I want?"
"Because in a relationship you have to make sacrifices. Maven would have understood."
"Well, maybe I wanted to go. Maybe I considered it my one last hurrah before I got married!"
"So then you still want to marry her?"
"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"
"I dunno, we discussed it last nite and kinda had a bad feeling about everything."
"Well, does she still want to marry me?"
"Yeah, she does."
"Well, I'm glad," he nodded at himself. He looked up at me and sighed. "You gotta believe me Case, I love her."
"Yeah, I know, but exactly how much do you love her?" I questioned. He just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders before grabbing his half empty plate and leaving the room. I shook my head at him and left as well.
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"This was so much fun!" Shannon laughed as we sat on the bed in my hotel room. Our arms were tired from the massive amounts of bags we had been carrying for half the day, from the shopping spree we had just finished at the mall in LA. I shook my head as I yawned and laughed.
"I think we've been to each store at least once," I smiled.
"I know, but you can't say we didn't have a good time," she said.
"No, I had an excellent time. Shane's not gonna be happy though," I replied thinking about all the bags she'd be brining back with her.
"I really couldn't care less," she growled tightening her blonde ponytail.
"Can I ask why you two are fighting?" I asked.
"You don't wanna know," Shannon rolled her eyes.
"That's what he told me last week, but I really do want to know. It's not because of me is it? Cause I really like you and I don't want to come between the two of you. I think you and I are pretty good friends and I'd personally like to keep it that way. So if I'm the reason then I'll back off. Seriously, I'll just leave him out of my life for awhile," I said.
"No, it's not you. And I like you a lot too. I mean in the beginning when I heard you were coming back, I figured you may be a problem, but you're not. I think I've gotten pretty close with you and you mean a lot to Shane. I wouldn't have it any other way. But you're definitely not the problem," she assured me.
"Then what is the problem? You two are a cute couple."
"Alright, I'll tell you. Last month Shane got an invitation to go to the Playboy Mansion for the day. He told me about it and I told him I didn't want him going. He told me he didn't understand what the problem was and I told him that I didn't want him going and that was that. So two weekends ago, he went anyways. And that's what pissed me off," she sighed leaning back on my bed.
"So you don't trust him? Because he would never cheat on you. Once he's in a relationship he's completely committed, no matter how big of a slut he truly is," I laughed.
"No, it's not that I don't trust him. Cause I do. I don't trust them and I didn't want those half naked girls hanging all over him. I didn't want there to be any temptation," she replied.
"Well, you should have gone with him. It's a lot of fun there. And all the girls are really nice. I mean, I had a wonderful time when I went."
"Whoa, hold up. You went to the Playboy Mansion?!" she exclaimed.
"Well, um, yeah. He got invited when we were dating. I believe the fall of our second year together. I was pretty upset about it too. I told him I wasn't too impressed about it. But told him to go if he wanted to. His face lit up and he said he'd love for me to go with him so I went. He was gonna take one of the guys, Maven I believe, but he took me. I hung out with the girls, swam, played volleyball, and just hung out. And what they say about the grotto is true. What happens in the grotto, stays in the grotto," I smiled coyly.
"Why? What happened in the grotto?" she asked.
"Sorry, can't say. But we all had an absolutely WONDERFUL time."
"Yeah, okay, don't want to know," she smiled knowingly.
"But seriously, you should have gone."
"I wasn't asked to go."
"He didn't ask you?!" I exclaimed.
"Not at all. He took Maven with him."
"Oh, wow, sorry."
"Nothing for you to be sorry about. But why would he ask you and not me?"
"Well, maybe he thought you were jealous or something."
"Well, no, I mean, I don't like the fact that girls are constantly hanging off of him, I kinda attach myself to him when I see it happening, but I know it comes with the job."
"You're jealous," I laughed.
"Alright, fine, I'm jealous, whatever. But still, he shouldn't have gone against my wishes like that. He didn't even tell me he went!"
"Alright, I don't agree with the fact that he just up and left, but he had the right to go. He just didn't want you to get all up in a huff if one of the women started talking or flirting with him."
"How come you were fine with it?"
"Grotto."
"Why do I have scary pictures in my head whenever you say that?"
"Cause you've known me and Shane for too long?" I questioned.
"That's gotta be it," she laughed. "I'm scared."
"About?"
"About Shane calling the whole wedding off. I mean I'm not sure I want to marry him right now. But I don't want him calling it off."
"Ya know, don't do anything for awhile. If this fight keeps up like this, then do something. But hold off for awhile? Things could change."
"Yeah, I know. I love him, but sometimes I think that I'm just not right for him. All his little quirks bother me now. They never used to, I used to find them cute, but now I want to kill him. I sometimes wonder if he's not with the wrong girl."
"Who should he be with then?"
"You."
"ME?! Why?"
"Because you don't mind his little quirks."
"His little quirks?"
"Yeah, like how excited he is over a new comic book issue, or how he's attached to his lap top, or how he chews his food."
"Yeah, um, none of that bothered me," I laughed.
"I hate his belly button ring, I hate his hair cut, I hate that he's constantly watching moves. I don't like to go out and party like he does. I'm just not like that anymore."
"Wow, um, okay," I said biting on my lip as I took my Simba into my arms.
"What am I supposed to do?" she asked me as my cell phone rang. I paused when I saw who it was calling, but answered.
"Hey Sugar," I smiled.
'Shane?' she mouthed. I nodded as she rolled her eyes.
"Hey Angel. Are you back from shopping yet?" he asked.
"Yeah, have been for a bit."
"Did you and Shannon have a good time?"
"Do you wanna talk ta her?" I asked.
"Whoa, could you repeat that sentence?" he laughed.
"What?"
"It's been forever since I heard that New York accent. I've been wondering where it ran off to," he replied.
"No where's honey. Just masked over by this gosh darn southern accent," I smiled throwing out the worst hillbilly accent imaginable. He laughed before letting out a deep sigh. "So, um, do you wanna talk to Shannon?"
"No, that's alright."
"Then why'd you call?"
"I dunno."
"Shane, you sound like a 14 year old little boy. Now stop digging your foot in dirt and tell me what's up."
"Just wondering what Shannon said about me," he replied softly.
"Oh, nothing about you was said. Well, except how you're lacking on size. But that's about it," I smiled.
"WHAT?!" he screamed. Shannon started laughing and I tried my hardest to hold it in. "You're such a bitch."
"Muchas Gracias!" I laughed. "Really though, nothing much was said. Although I'm curious about this whole Playboy Mansion thing."
"Well, you'll just have to keep bein curious cause I'm not sayin a word when I know she's probably sitting there trying her damnedest to listen in."
"Fine, then I don't want to talk to you anymore," I pouted.
"Even over the phone I can see that look on your face. So stop it!"
"Well, whatever. I'll see you late tonite on the plane," I sighed.
"Alright, lata sweetie."
"Bye Shane."
"So?"
"He didn't say anything," I said. She flopped back down on my bed and sighed.
"I'm just afraid it's over and I really do love him."
"It's not over. Trust me," I smiled laying down next to her before I flipped the tv on.
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"Okay, so now that we're no where's near Shannon, would you please explain your side to this whole Playboy deal?" I asked leaning over the table in catering as Shane ate.
"Case, I'm eating here!" he said.
"And I'm talking. What's your point?" I smiled.
"Alright, so what do you know and want to know?" he asked leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms.
"First off, did you cheat on her?"
"Hell no! You know me better than that."
"Alright, second, why didn't you ask her to go with you?"
"Because she wouldn't have been comfortable with all the girls being around me."
"But you asked me the last time you went."
"I did that because I knew you would love to just hang out with everyone. You weren't jealous with like my fans hanging on me or anything like that. She has a tendency to be over protective and will latch onto me."
"Oh, I see."
"So that's why I didn't ask her. Anything else?"
"Yeah, why'd you go when she specifically asked you not to and you knew how it made her feel?"
"I made a promise to Maven. And she doesn't own me. Why should I worry about what she wants and not do what I want?"
"Because in a relationship you have to make sacrifices. Maven would have understood."
"Well, maybe I wanted to go. Maybe I considered it my one last hurrah before I got married!"
"So then you still want to marry her?"
"Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"
"I dunno, we discussed it last nite and kinda had a bad feeling about everything."
"Well, does she still want to marry me?"
"Yeah, she does."
"Well, I'm glad," he nodded at himself. He looked up at me and sighed. "You gotta believe me Case, I love her."
"Yeah, I know, but exactly how much do you love her?" I questioned. He just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders before grabbing his half empty plate and leaving the room. I shook my head at him and left as well.
