Jenny awoke to the sounds of rain hitting the roof of the house with a hard force. She turned and looked at the clock, sighing. 2:30. She wanted some sleep for a change, and for some reason couldn't keep her eyes closed long enough to do so. Jenny reached on Max's side of the bed, and found the sheets wet. She turned on the bedside lamp, and inspected the bed. It was practically soaked, and she looked up at the ceiling.

"Oh, what the fuck?" she said aloud, and hissed through clenched teeth. The ceiling was leaking.

Deciding to leave her room before her side of the bed got full of water, she walked past the living room, where Max was sleeping, to Shane's bedroom door. She opened it and walked in, closing it quietly behind her. She walked over to Shane's bed, and tugged at her tank top.

"Shane?" she whispered. Shane turned over, but after a few seconds, Jenny figured she was still sleeping. She tugged again, and leaned forward.

"Shane?" Shane turned again, but this time she reached for the bedside lamp. She looked over and locked eyes with Jenny.

"What's the matter?"

"My bedroom ceiling is leaking. Can I stay in here?" Shane nodded and moved, leaving space for Jenny. Jenny crawled in, and Shane reached over her, shutting off the lamp. In the dark, Jenny turned to her side, making her body face Shane's back.

"Where's Max?" Shane asked, half asleep.

"Living room." Shane mumbled something and fell asleep. Jenny lay awake and then decided to close her eyes. She couldn't for the life of her fall asleep, and she tossed and turned. Shane rolled over and opened her eyes.

"What is it?" her voice asked in the dark.

"I'm sorry, Shane."

"What is it?" she repeated. Jenny reached for the lamp, and when she turned it on, she saw Shane staring at her.

"I can't sleep." Shane reached over for Jenny and brought her closer to her. Jenny now laid on her back, her head on Shane's arm. Shane laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"Now, just lay here until you get tired." Jenny locked eyes with Shane, and smiled.

"Does this really work?"

"Yeah. I do this with Carmen all the time. She says feeling someone else's body heat helps you fall asleep faster. Don't know if it's true or not, though," Shane said with a smile. Carmen. Why did Jenny feel a pang of jealousy whenever she heard her name? Or better yet - why did she feel a pang of jealousy when she saw them together? Was it because she, once upon a time, thought she was the one for her? No. Her relationship with Carmen was over. Shane loved her, and she wanted Shane to be happy.

"Jenny? You okay?" Jenny locked eyes with Shane once more, and she smiled.

"Yeah. I was just thinking."

"Alright. Let's turn off the light and try this 'body heat' thing." Jenny turned off the light and laid on Shane's arm. Soon enough she was falling asleep. She took one last look at the clock. 2:50.

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"Give me a kiss goodbye." Jenny reached over and kissed Max, and Max grabbed his suitcase. Shane opened her bedroom door, and watched inquisitively.

"Bye."

"Bye, Max. Good luck." Max smiled and walked out the door. After he was gone, Shane entered the kitchen and raised an eyebrow at Jenny.

"What's going on?" Shane asked. Jenny smiled.

"Max is on his way to an important business convention in Vancouver. A convention he mentioned nothing of until this morning." Shane just nodded, and Jenny shook her head, almost shrugging off the sudden disappearance of Max.

"Want some breakfast?" Jenny asked. Shane smirked.

"You're going to make it?"

"Yeah. I know Carmen usually makes you breakfast." Jenny's tone of voice was slightly lowered, and Shane locked eyes with her. Shane had noticed how different Jenny was acting. Instead of getting into it, Shane nodded and sat at the table. Jenny pulled out the eggs and started making an omelette. After several minutes of silence, Jenny cleared her throat. When she turned to bring Shane the omelette, she noticed that Shane was reading the paper. Paper in her left hand, cigarette in her right. Her hair was a mess - the type of mess that indicated sleep. She looked a lot better to Jenny with her hair like that and her body posture as natural as can be.

Shane reached for the plate and smiled, and Jenny sat down at the table, taking the cigarette Shane was holding. Shane looked up from her plate and saw Jenny take a drag.

"You're not going to eat?" Shane asked. Jenny shook her head.

"I'm not hungry." Shane shrugged and went back to eating. They sat in silence again, and that's when Jenny became uneasy.

"I'm writing a new novel," she said. Shane looked up.

"That's great. What's it about?"

"It's about a girl who moves to Los Angeles, meets a group of amazing people, and falls deeply in love." Shane smirked, and then looked up once again. Her eyes locked with Jenny's. She swallowed and leaned forward.

"Is it autobiographical?"

"Sort of." Shane nodded and finished her food, pushing the plate away from her. Jenny grabbed it and walked over to the sink. She felt Shane's eyes burn into her, although her back was turned.

"I'd like to read what you got so far," she said. Jenny nodded, and turned. Shane was now standing near the doorway.

"Sure." Shane smiled and grabbed her newspaper, making her way to the living room. Jenny started washing the breakfast dishes, and smiled when she heard Shane start talking in a baby voice to the little puppy she was puppy-sitting. She was allergic to the puppy, but she would deal. Just for Shane.

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"Closure. Closure is what she wanted, and she knew she could never get it. Her soft, inner being was hidden behind a shell of unbreakable steel. She met her at the wrong time, but brought her on an adventure she was sure they both wanted. Then there was HER. The one she went home to every night. The one she always loved, even when she was angry. The one that made her smile and protected her. The one with the brown hair and green eyes. The one with the killer smile and silent protectiveness that makes me whole." Shane stopped reading, and smiled.

"I like it, Jenny. It's wonderful so far."

"Thank you," Jenny said, and smiled. Shane looked at the paragraph again, and raised an eyebrow.

"Max doesn't have green eyes, does he?"

"No," Jenny said, reaching for the paper Shane was holding, "no, he doesn't."

"Then who is this mysterious woman with the brown hair and green eyes?" Before Jenny could answer, the phone rang. Shane reached and answered it.

"Hello? Oh, hey. Hold on." Shane put her hand over the speaker, and Jenny nodded.

"Carmen?"

"Yeah. I'll take it in my room."

"Sure thing. I need to shower anyway." Shane smirked and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Jenny laid on the couch, holding the paragraph against her chest. When did art start imitating life, and life imitating art?

Jenny listened, and the next thing she heard disturbed her again. She sat up, waited for a second, and then made her way to her bedroom.

"I love you."

Funny, she thought, those words were all too familiar.