calling: prince freddie
As Frederick dragged the answering button, he was filled with instant regret. Shane was the last person he wanted to talk to right now. She had really hurt him this time. Digging his teeth into his lower lip, he considered whether he should hang up or actually listen to what she had to say. To claim that he was skeptical would be one hell of a understatement. A heavy sigh escaped his lips: ...I just don't understand how you could spend time with him. Knowing what he did to me... and to people I really care about. It just... it doesn't make any fucking sense Shane.
Shane rolled her eyes as first, he sounded like a fourteen year old girl at first but then reality sank in, she'd really fucked him over and this wasn't a joke: I'm... shit, I'm sorry. He was there when I needed a place to stay, I didn't want an overpriced hotel and he had a house, a free room and.. yeah. Nothing happened. I barely saw him, the most time I spent with him was when we had dinner and even then, I spent most of that talking about you --- not to fill your ego, don't get big headed. But c'mon, it's not like I fucked the man.

















