Chapter 11- Journal Entries and Peanut Butter Kisses

"Thanks for being civil, I guess," Boone said stepping into his room.

Shannon looked up from his journal.

Boone raised an eyebrow, "Hey…what are you doing?"

Shannon closed his journal and then propped it underneath her arm. "Um nothing,"

"Give me back my journal."

"Boone you're so gay…you minus as well call it a diary."

"Give it back…or I'm leaving your ass in the city."

Shannon giggled, "It's so funny when you try and act tough…you just end off sounding like a baby bear…trying to be all big and bad, but instead weak and cuddly."

"You're staying."

"I'm going, my stuff is packed and Charlie is loading the mustang now."

"Charlie's loading the wrong car, because we're taking Isabella's car."

Shannon scowled, "Well fine, I'll just tell Charlie to take everything out of your Mustang and load it into the gold diggers car."

Boone narrowed his eyes at Shannon, "The journal,"

"I was reading the part about how sexy you thought I looked the first day I came to Manhattan…or was it drop dead gorgeous as you admitted it."

"I never wrote that."

Shannon nodded, "I folded the page."

Boone walked over to Shannon. She stepped back.

"Bring it on."

"Don't be childish." Boone complained.

Shannon did some quick moves and then tried to run past Boone, but he was too fast. Boone tackled Shannon from behind and they both fell onto his bed. She laughed as he tried to steal his journal away from her.

Shannon kneed him in the balls.

Boone groaned.

Shannon rolled on top of him, and then gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't ever tackle me like that again…unless you want more than just a stupid ass journal." With that Shannon tossed the journal down onto his bed.

"Bitch," He groaned.

Shannon blew him a kiss, and then closed the door. She placed her hand to her lips, and then her cheeks. Although that kiss had just been a tease, she wanted more. Shannon looked around to glance at Boone's door once more. A smile crept across her face, his journal said it all. He loved her more than that tramp Isabella.

"Woah…I am finally finished with your luggage…am I free to join my band in the studio now?" Charlie asked with a laugh.

Shannon quickly composed herself. She smoothed down her hair. "Actually Charlie, I need you to switch the luggage into a different car."

"Come again?" Charlie said.

Shannon sighed. Seth walked by…he had obviously just gotten up, because he was wearing his pajama bottoms, and nothing else. "Hey slave boy, I need a favor."

Seth smiled, "I'll be you're slave, but a whole different kinda slave."

Shannon rolled her eyes, "You're such a slut…I need you to get some suitcases out of Boone's car, and transfer them to that woman's car."

"So you're going to the Hamptons?" Seth asked.

Shannon placed her hand on her hips, "Um…yeah, now can you get my stuff?"

"Sorry Princess, Seth's gotta eat." Seth said walking into the kitchen.

Shannon rolled her eyes. "Bye Charlie…thanks,"

"No problem, Claire said she's going to stop by before you leave."

Shannon nodded. "Okay…"

Charlie waved and then walked out.

Shannon flopped down on the couch in a hissy fit. "Damn these good for nothing guys."

Boone came down the stairs. "I'll move your stuff."

"Thanks," Shannon mumbled.

Boone walked over to the couch, and then held out his hand.

Shannon scowled, "What do you want?"

"I'm going to need your help loading up Isabella's car."

"You're a big enough boy."

Boone shrugged, "Yeah, and it's your stuff, so I'm going to need your help."

Shannon groaned and then pushed herself up. "Boone, you're too lazy for your own good."

"I'm lazy?" Boone asked.

Shannon nodded, "Yeah."

She threw open the door, and stormed out.

Jack's door opened down the hall, and she nearly ran into him.

"Oh Excuse me," Jack said with an easy smile.

"Sorry," Shannon muttered walking past him and towards the elevator.

Since Jack had been there for Shannon yesterday, Boone felt obligated to say more than just a muffled greeting like Shannon. "Hey…"

"Jack,"

Boone nodded embarrassed, "I'm sorry about that, I'm not that good at names."

"Hurry up Bonehead!" Shannon yelled down the hall.

Jack smiled as he looked after Shannon. "Take care Boone."

Boone thought Jack seemed like a great guy, and he definitely owed him for putting up with Shannon. "Are you on your way to work?"

Jack raised his briefcase a little in the air, "No a meeting. I'm not really a meeting type of guy, but with my job, I don't have much choice in the matter."

Boone nodded.

"Boone, I'm going to drag you down the hallway by your elf ears!" Shannon screamed.

Boone blushed embarrassed.

"You better get to her, she's getting impatient." Jack joked.

Boone extended his hand to Jack, "Thanks again for last night."

Jack shifted the brief case into his other hand, "Oh no problem."

"See ya around." Boone added as he quickly walked off towards Shannon.

Shannon sneered back at him, "Trying to hit on the doctor know?"

Boone impatiently hit the elevator door, "You know people have to think you're younger than you really are, because how childish you act."

"Just shut-up Boone,"

Jack opened back up his door. He had a good hour before the meeting started, and he wasn't in that big of a rush, in which he needed to subject himself to Shannon's constant complaining. Jack placed down his brief case and then walked into his kitchen. The size of his loft really amazed him. Jack was used to his small cramped apartment back home in L.A., but after the raise the New Hospital gave him in New York, he didn't see why he should be more comfortable.

Jack placed the kettle on the stove. But this much space was ridiculous. Maybe he would sell this place, and get a smaller apartment closer to the Brooklyn Bridge? As he thought over his living arrangements, a flashback of the waitress stopping by his house last night crept into his mind. And then he remembered his wallet, and how she had stolen some money from him.

Jack sighed. She was beautiful, but obviously she was a thief too.

The Kettle went off, alerting him.

Jack snapped out of his "Kate induced coma" and then focused on the kettle in front of him. As he reached for a tea bag, Jack couldn't help but think about Kate once again…and wonder what she was doing.

Kate groaned as she stared back at the multiple notes from the landlord. She owed 1,300 in back payments, and what was even worse was she didn't even have that much money in the bank. Kate looked around her small Brooklyn apartment sadly. Who would've thought that it was hard for a woman with a rap sheet to find a decent job. Kate leaned forward and placed her hands against her throbbing temples, she needed to get a new job, because if she didn't she would be on the streets by Fall.
One floor up from Kate, Sawyer was doing the same. He was surrounded by coffee, cigarettes and bills. He wasn't used to working, and he especially hated his job as a tax driver. Sawyer shook his head, he hated driving around those Upper East side bitches that had missed their limo…and he hated driving around the rest of the city as well…not a damn one of them had any manners. Sawyer brought his cigarette to his mouth, and then scratched his chest. But then again, he didn't have any manners either.

Sawyer brought his leg onto the table, and glanced outside. Some kids ran outside hollering about killing one another, but they sounded like they were joking. "Bad ass kids," He mumbled.

Sawyer smothered the cigarette in the New York Times and then picked up the sports section. "Yankees…shit, where's the Mets…oh right here,"

As Sawyer read, he thought about what he was going to do later on. He could work, but he needed to fill the cab with gas…and he was broke, so working was out of the question tonight. The thought of conning some rich sophisticate from the Upper East side sounded more appealing. Sawyer got up. He was going to head to the gym. On his way to small and cramped room, he pulled off his boxers. He threw them with the huge pile of dirty clothes that was practically hanging out his window, and then grabbed a tee-shirt and some mesh shorts.

"If I wanna pick me up…a sexy lady from the Upper East Side and steal all of er' money, then I gotta keep myself up." Sawyer smirked. "And if I don't scoop up one of them, then hell I might even settle for that spitfire that threw the beer in my face yesterday…I think her name was Kate." Sawyer grabbed another pair of boxers and then slipped them on. He smiled widely, "Kate…her name just rolls offa my tongue. Kate, sexy mama." He chuckled. "After all she does owe me a date."

"Claire, pumpkin." Charlie called from the den.

"Upstairs!" Claire yelled.

Charlie hadn't planned on going upstairs at first, but he decided to anyways. He kicked off his shoes and then ran upstairs.

He found Claire sitting next to Aaron's crib and looking down at him while she ate from a jar of extra creamy peanut butter.

Charlie smirked, "I think I should buy you a whole island that's filled with extra creamy peanut butter."

"I would be one happy mommy." Claire said softly. She dipped her large spoon into the container of peanut butter, and then brought it towards Charlie's mouth. "Have some,"

"Claire, I just brushed my teeth. Really fresh and clean you see." Charlie clicked his tongue, and then smiled widely.

Claire grinned, "Charlie, just one bite."

Charlie gave in, "Okay just one…" He opened his mouth and Claire brought the spoon closer.

"Mmm…extra creamy," Charlie said.

"Kiss?" Claire asked placing down the spoon.

"Peanut butter kiss." Charlie joked.

Claire nodded, and then gently tugged on Charlie's shirt so she could bring him closer to her. Charlie kissed Claire's lips, and he wasn't in the surprised at the least that her lips tasted like peanut butter.

Claire looked back at him with her alluring blue eyes, "So did Shannon leave yet?"

"No the terror is still next door."

"Okay," Claire pouted as she looked down at Aaron, "Look at him clutching the sheet with his itty witty bitty hands…it's so cute."

Charlie smiled, "Yeah it is, I have to get down to the studio because the fellas are waiting for me, and the producer."

"I wish I could be there,"

"Me too, but you got Aaron." Charlie kissed Claire on the cheek. "Bye love,"

Shannon leaned against Isabella's car. "So how is the Hamptons?"

Boone had carried all of Shannon's luggage into Isabella's car. He placed his hand against Isabella's truck. "Come again?"

Shannon played with the silk of her pink blouse which looked like lingerie. "How is the Hamptons?"

"You'll see when we get there,"

Shannon nodded, "Thanks for inviting me."

"Don't mention it," Boone looked down at his watch.

Shannon reached for his hand and pulled him close. "You really like her huh?"

"You know I like Isabella," Boone replied.

"Then how come you thought she was cheating on you?" Shannon asked.

Boone clenched his jaw. "I thought…it doesn't matter."

Shannon tilted her head to the side. "In you're journal you said she used to hang out with some guy named Sawyer…who is he?"

Boone shrugged, "Doesn't matter. Let's finish packing."

Shannon ran her hands through Boone's hair, "Okay bonehead, let's go."

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