Sorry I took so long writing the chapter. I had a really basic idea of where the story was going but I needed to figure something out. Anyway last night I was watching "Where the Heart is" and I was greatly inspiredd by it. So, with out further ado, here is chapter three; Fuckwittage.

"SHAY"

Shaline groaned and turned over onto what she thought was still her bed, but turned out to be the floor.

Gordie and Chris stood at the bottom of the stairs. A loud thump sounded and they grinned at each other guessing at what had happened.

Shaline's door opened and she emerged looking as though she had been dragged through a bush and back. Her hair was matted and tangled from tossing and turning during the night.. She had slept in her clothes and they were creased and looked hardly comfortable at all.

"Whoa" said Chris, "Who'd you sleep with?" She grinned and waggled her eyebrows at him playfully.

Gordie made a face, "Urgh. Anyway, we're going to the diner for breakfast, wanna come?"

"Sure. Just gimme a second to.......um.....freshen up, k?" Gordie nodded, and led Chris into the dining room to wait for Shaline.

"So what do you think about her?" asked Gordie as they sat down

"Who? Shaline?"

"No, moron, my grandmother. Who do you think? Of course I mean Shaline."

"Well I don't know it could have been anyone."

"So?"

"So, what?" Gordie sighed.

"Do I have to spell it in big red letters?"

"Oh. I like her; she's really.......optimistic. She's kind of..different though. But I can hardly believe she was ever a bitch."

"Oh believe you me. She was."

"Who was?" Shaline walked into the dining room, looking considerably more attractive than five minutes before. Her hair was up in a bun and she had a different skirt and blouse on.

"No one." She shrugged, "Shall we head over to the diner then?"

"Sure"

They all grabbed their jackets and headed for the door. Shaline's jacket pocket was open and as ahe swung it around her head, the contents of it spilled to the floor.

"Fuckwittage" she muttered, bending over to retrieve a 1 dollar bill from the floor.

"Fuckwittage?" asked Chris, "Fuckwittage? What the fuck does that mean?"

"English slang" she said grinning up at him.

He shook his head, and then stooped down to help her.

"What's this?" he asked holding up a blue L shaped object with a prescription at the bottom

"My inhaler. I've got asthma." She said, not looking up. He handeed it to her and she dtuffed it in her pocket along with a coin.

They finished picking up the contents of her pocket, and headed out of the door, and headed over to the Blue Pointe diner.

"Do you have pancakes with no eggs in them by any chance?" The waiter looked at Shaline, bemused. "No, I'm sorry, we don't"

"Oh, ok" Shaline bit her lip in thought, "well, that's alright, I'll have the one's with eggs anyway" The waiter turned to leave but Shaline stopped her "and could we get some salsa, please?" The waitress nodded, and turned around. Chris stared at her, half laughing. She grinned back.

"I'm a vegan" she explained, "but it's really hard to find vegan food at restaurants"

"What the hell is a vegan?" asked Gordie, eyebrows raised.

"it's someone that doesn't eat any animal products. No milk no eggs or anything" Chris and Gordie were silent for a couple of seconds, before striking up a conversation about the latest Dean Martin album.

The waitress returned with their food and a bowl of salsa for Shaline.

Shaline picked up a whole pancake and attempted to wipe off the syrup before dunking it in the salsa. Chris choked on a sip of water and spewed it all over the table. Shaline smiled at him playfully.

"I like salsa with my pancakes, baby."(sorry, I'm listening to Amanda Marshall right now)

Ok, this chapter was pretty short, but I promise I'll post another one soon. Hope you liked it!