she's a lesbian, harold.

SHAYNE: cant let this dress go to waste.

SHAYNE: uh. yeah.

her disappointment with her ex girlfriend had been nothing compared to that which she felt  —  feels toward her best friend.  her arms cross over her chest as he starts to speak, and she wants to just walk away. she doesn’t want to hear his reasons or apology because really, she doesn’t think it will change anything. she is still feeling like shit about it all. a small huff and there is a beat of silence before she speaks.  “ well you should have thought of that before you slept with her. cause you did hurt me. like a lot. a fuck ton, ethan. “ she tells him and frowns. “ you didn’t lose me i just  —  need a break.  from like . . .  all things ginger apparently. “  she sighs heavily. there is a small part of her that wants to talk to him about what happened with anna, but a bigger part of her stays silent. her lips purse.  “ you all suck.  “

shayne looks up from her phone to the opening door. it’s still on finicky terms, her relationship with britt, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t like seeing her.  “ it’s a wh--- a what ? “  she clears her throat and stands up. she looks at the box, “ you didn’t have to get this still, y’know. “

“ hey now, pause button. don’t assume painful hetero flirting on all of us. “  shayne comments, looking towards the other with a small chuckle. “ but you’re right, that is entirely painful to watch. “

blue eyes roll and she shakes her head, “ i’ve been played way too much lately. “ she murmurs, mostly to herself.

“ yeah see, that’s probably good cause i like her. “ she shrugs. remembering her i heard you like redheads comment, shayne shakes her head. “ i just thought you knew about britt and i from word of mouth, when you talked about redheads. “

“ yeah. “  she answers bluntly. “ you’re a madison. and apparently you and britt don’t get along as it is, so, i wouldn’t put it past you. “

“ you knew who i was, did you do it just to be a dick to britt? “

“ so did you just conveniently forget to mention you’re my ex girlfriend’s cousin or were you just going to leave that part out ? “     /  @annamvds.

while one hand cups the side of her face, her other arm wraps around her neck. shayne continues to kiss her, pressing closely to her. she is still hurting, incredibly so, but the liquor and other favours are numbing it. so is anna, and she is all for this female form of novocain. “ let’s find a room. “ she whispers against her lips, pulling back just enough to take her hand and guide through until she finds an empty room.

that almost kills her mood, but truthfully she had been thinking about britt since she spotted the red hair. she tries to push it all back. “ call it a bad habit. “ she murmurs softly, then leans in to press her lips against anna’s.

finally, she starts to slip back into her old ways like slippers, easily and comfortably. “ well i think you may have just brightened westmont up a bit, so i can say the same. “ she closes the bit of space between them and takes another drink from her cup too.

“ oh. cool. “  shayne is far from her normal self. normally, flirtatious comments would already be flying towards this girl. she offers a small smile at her last comment,  “ prettier but bitchier. for the most part anyway. “  she shrugs,  “ like it here yet?  “ 

shayne is at this party to drown away her sorrow, really. so, she is zoned out in her own world when the red head comes up to talk to her. she shakes her head and looks over. “ oh, hey. yeah, i’m shayne. “ she introduces simply. she takes a sip from her cup while offering a small smile. “ you’re new, right? “