"Well, that could have been worse," Shenzi mumbled.
Timon sighed and shook his head, then turned his back on the sight of Pride Rock. He shivered in the rain and rubbed his arms, miserably staring at the ground. "I can't believe they would do that."
"Ah, just get over it," she sighed, sitting back and scratching her ear with her back leg. "You're better off without 'em."
Timon frowned and peered over to the place he had once called home. "Pumbaa didn't even say goodbye." He groaned suddenly and knelt down, wrapping his arms around his knees. "Oh boy..."
"What? What is it?" Shenzi asked, coming up to him.
"I remember this feeling," he moaned. "It's the feeling of being alone."
"You ain't alone," she replied.
Timon looked up at her and grinned weakly. "Yeah?"
"Well, I'm not ready to embroider pillows with your name or anything," she said, rolling her eyes.
Timon looked away from her, his lips twisted in thought. "I need to go talk to them," Timon said, standing up with determination. "What I said was out of line."
"YOU were out of line?" Shenzi exclaimed. "Honey, that know-it-all king was out of line! He had his mind so closed off no blood was gettin' to it."
"Pumbaa must think I'm a jerk," Timon mumbled, not listening to her. "It was that same look he gave me when I didn't want to go after Simba."
"Hell-o?" Shenzi sang, dropping her face right in his line of vision. Timon blinked and looked at her. "They don't want you here anymore," she continued, shaking her head. "So get over it."
"You don't get it," Timon replied. "They are my friends."
"I thought I was your friend," she said smugly, fluttering her eyelids.
Timon sighed and walked passed her, heading toward Pride Rock, saying, "I need to set things right."
"Whoa! Wait," Shenzi called, running out in front of him. Timon halted and looked up at her, putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot. "If you apologize, then you are telling them that they were right and you were wrong."
"Yeah, amazing isn't it?" Timon said, trying to step passed her, but she blocked him again.
"Are you wrong?"
He gazed up at her from below a furrowed brow, considering the question although he was feeling slightly irritated. "Maybe I am," he said evenly. "Maybe they are right. I shouldn't be here with you... trusting you..."
Shenzi blinked and took a step back. "I see," she said carefully.
"You ARE trying awfully hard to keep me away from them."
"If you want to say something, then say it," she hissed, lowering her head.
Timon just shook his head and walked passed her, heading through the rain to the towering rock. He walked with a firm gait, but it slowed when he heard her call, "I just don't want to be alone either!"
He stopped completely and slowly turned toward her, his face twisted in surprise. She shifted under his gaze, looking rather uncomfortable, and Timon knew it had to have been very difficult for her to say that.
"What?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.
"Oh c'mon, don't make me say it again," she growled.
Timon shook his head and looked back at Pride Rock. "What should ya do, Timon?" he mumbled to himself.
"I make a lousy friend," Shenzi admitted, trotting up to him. She grinned a little and lowered her head, adding, "But, I'm all you have right now."
"Yeah, because of YOU," Timon said lightly.
Shenzi raised her eyebrows, but remained silent as Timon turned to gaze at the tall rock longingly. "I'll give them a while to cool down," he justified.
"Okay then," she replied. "Let's get out of here before we get wet."
Timon gave her an odd look, seeing that they were both beyond soaked to the bone. She just gave him a grin and turned away, walking in the opposite direction. With one last look toward Pride Rock, Timon turned and followed after her.
Timon sighed and shook his head, then turned his back on the sight of Pride Rock. He shivered in the rain and rubbed his arms, miserably staring at the ground. "I can't believe they would do that."
"Ah, just get over it," she sighed, sitting back and scratching her ear with her back leg. "You're better off without 'em."
Timon frowned and peered over to the place he had once called home. "Pumbaa didn't even say goodbye." He groaned suddenly and knelt down, wrapping his arms around his knees. "Oh boy..."
"What? What is it?" Shenzi asked, coming up to him.
"I remember this feeling," he moaned. "It's the feeling of being alone."
"You ain't alone," she replied.
Timon looked up at her and grinned weakly. "Yeah?"
"Well, I'm not ready to embroider pillows with your name or anything," she said, rolling her eyes.
Timon looked away from her, his lips twisted in thought. "I need to go talk to them," Timon said, standing up with determination. "What I said was out of line."
"YOU were out of line?" Shenzi exclaimed. "Honey, that know-it-all king was out of line! He had his mind so closed off no blood was gettin' to it."
"Pumbaa must think I'm a jerk," Timon mumbled, not listening to her. "It was that same look he gave me when I didn't want to go after Simba."
"Hell-o?" Shenzi sang, dropping her face right in his line of vision. Timon blinked and looked at her. "They don't want you here anymore," she continued, shaking her head. "So get over it."
"You don't get it," Timon replied. "They are my friends."
"I thought I was your friend," she said smugly, fluttering her eyelids.
Timon sighed and walked passed her, heading toward Pride Rock, saying, "I need to set things right."
"Whoa! Wait," Shenzi called, running out in front of him. Timon halted and looked up at her, putting his hands on his hips and tapping his foot. "If you apologize, then you are telling them that they were right and you were wrong."
"Yeah, amazing isn't it?" Timon said, trying to step passed her, but she blocked him again.
"Are you wrong?"
He gazed up at her from below a furrowed brow, considering the question although he was feeling slightly irritated. "Maybe I am," he said evenly. "Maybe they are right. I shouldn't be here with you... trusting you..."
Shenzi blinked and took a step back. "I see," she said carefully.
"You ARE trying awfully hard to keep me away from them."
"If you want to say something, then say it," she hissed, lowering her head.
Timon just shook his head and walked passed her, heading through the rain to the towering rock. He walked with a firm gait, but it slowed when he heard her call, "I just don't want to be alone either!"
He stopped completely and slowly turned toward her, his face twisted in surprise. She shifted under his gaze, looking rather uncomfortable, and Timon knew it had to have been very difficult for her to say that.
"What?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.
"Oh c'mon, don't make me say it again," she growled.
Timon shook his head and looked back at Pride Rock. "What should ya do, Timon?" he mumbled to himself.
"I make a lousy friend," Shenzi admitted, trotting up to him. She grinned a little and lowered her head, adding, "But, I'm all you have right now."
"Yeah, because of YOU," Timon said lightly.
Shenzi raised her eyebrows, but remained silent as Timon turned to gaze at the tall rock longingly. "I'll give them a while to cool down," he justified.
"Okay then," she replied. "Let's get out of here before we get wet."
Timon gave her an odd look, seeing that they were both beyond soaked to the bone. She just gave him a grin and turned away, walking in the opposite direction. With one last look toward Pride Rock, Timon turned and followed after her.