It was going on 11:00 in the morning when Shane walked through the door. Jenny was sitting in the living room, typing away, listening to "Angels" by Within Temptation. She had just recently been introduced to the band's music through a friend in her writing class. She had instantly fallen in love with their music.

Shane closed the door quietly, and tried to creep to her room, but was instantly caught.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Jenny said without turning from her computer. Shane stopped and put her hands in her pockets.

"It was nothing."

"If it was nothing then why are you just now getting in?" Jenny asked. Shane chuckled and made her way to the chair near the couch. She sat there and watched Jenny type. The thing with Jenny was when she was writing, she looked so calm. She looked like she was in her own little world.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Okay. You should go shower and eat something. I made waffles. They're cold now, but I'm sure you could heat them up." Shane nodded and stood, making her way to her bedroom, grabbing clothes.

"Make sure you call Carmen," Jenny called, and when Shane stepped out of her bedroom, she locked eyes with Jenny, who was finished writing. The TV was turned on, and the music off.

"I already called her this morning," Shane said, and walked off to the bathroom. The door closed, and Jenny laid on the couch, legs crossed at the knee, in the air. She tried keeping her attention on the TV, but couldn't. She kept listening to the sound of water hitting the shower curtain. She closed her eyes and sighed. Maybe telling Shane her feelings was a mistake. Sure, she felt better that she admitted them, but now her relationship with Shane was strained. Nothing phenomenal happened. She was still with Max, and Shane was still with Carmen. Now Shane looked at Jenny like she was some kind of psychopath with a stalker streak.

Shane exited the bathroom, towel around her waist, using another towel to dry her hair. Jenny's eyes stayed closed, regardless of hearing Shane walk by. After a minute or so, she opened her eyes, and caught her breath in her throat when she locked eyes with Shane, who was sitting on the arm of the couch. She caught an eyeful. Shane was still decked out in nothing but a towel around her waist. The towel she used to dry her hair with was now draped around her neck.

"Shane?" Jenny asked, puzzled, and within an instant, Shane was on top of Jenny, kissing her. Jenny wrapped her arms around Shane's neck, pretty aware of what was happening. At that point, the two women didn't care, and didn't mind that their lips might be bruising against each other.

Jenny pushed Shane away, and scurried to sit up. Shane locked eyes with a stunned Jenny, and ran her hand through her wet hair, pushing it away from her face.

"I'm sorry, Jen," Shane said, snapping back into reality. Jenny stood almost instantly, fixing her skirt. After standing there, locking eyes with each other, Jenny reached behind her. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, smirking as she watched Shane's eyes follow it. She walked over to Shane, and watched curiously as she undid the buttons on her shirt. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Shane slipped it off Jenny's arms, and wrapped her arms around her waist. Jenny laughed when Shane lifted her up and laid her on the couch.

"Shane, are you sure you want to be doing this?" Jenny asked with a smile. Shane just nodded and hovered above the small girl, waiting. The silence was killing them both, and when Jenny ran her petite hands over Shane's chest, she caved.

"Kiss me, Jen," Shane whispered, and the girls went back to kissing. Jenny laughed when Shane detached her lips and started nibbling on her shoulder. Jenny's bra was gone within a second, and Shane started to explore other parts of Jen's body before finally removing those damn pink frilly little boy shorts she bought.

Jen smiled confidently and started at the ceiling. Take that, Carmen!

But no.

No, no, no. This wasn't about Carmen. This wasn't about her at all.

- - - - -

"Jen? Where are you going?" Shane asked as Jenny reached for one of Shane's shirts and slipped it on. She bound over to Shane's bedroom door, opening it, turning back to smile at Shane, who was laying in bed.

"I'm going to go get you something." Shane just nodded, and Jenny ran off into the kitchen. Some clatter was made, and when Jenny returned in the doorway, she was holding a small white bowl. Shane smirked and sat up.

"What have you got there?" she asked. Jenny walked forward, and then crawled on the bed.

"Strawberries," Jenny answered, crawling on top of Shane's lap. She grabbed one and held it to Shane's mouth, and watched with a smile when Shane bit into it.

"What's the occasion?" Shane asked. Jenny grabbed another and took a bite herself.

"Something I call Breakfast A La Jenny."

"Breakfast A La Jenny? It's 3:00 already." Jenny placed her finger to her mouth, telling Shane to 'shh', and grabbed another strawberry, smiling while she held it to Shane's mouth.

"You can have Breakfast A La Jenny anytime." Shane took a bite.

"Oh, really?"

"Mhm."

"Well," Shane said, wrapping her arms around Jenny's bare waist, "if that's true, then I want Breakfast A La Jenny all the time."