Nix/ M_Rave / Maya / Nanger – Thanks..the piano was an after thought from chapter like 20…long story so I had to come back and put it in..glad its working for you but I think it ends up being too much development too soon. Seven/ windrider / aceofhearts – Thanks for the help..yeah that was a ***** but I did a lot of copy and paste on this one so Ill see if it works. Janet M – May I call you that? Im not sure which one you want to go by…I think Ive thrown you off my scent oui? (Smiles devishly and rubs hands together). I listened to the music and I liked fade to black by disturbed and waiting for yesterday, birth, photograph, in closing by 12 stones and then so far away, and cold by crossfire….theses guys arent my style but Like I said Ill listen once. As for me being a speed demon…if my best friends entire family wasnt in law enforcement and my mom wasnt the Ast. Chief of probation…lets just say my shackles would be causing a lot more typos. ~ Lonely Girl by Pink Ft. Linda Perry~ Put it on loop. This is a last minute song I needed the beat really more then the lyrics but they def fit . Chapter 5 ~When two people love each other, they dont look at each other, they look in the same direction. – Ginger Rodgers~ As Shane sat in the back of the tax pulling away from Lather, she pulled out her new cell phone and dialed…::#::2::SEND:: Bette: Hey whats up? Shane: Hey have you talked to Alice today? Bette: Yeah she said she wants us all at Milk tonight why? Shane : Damn her! Because she stopped by the shop today…and… Bette: Were so fucked! Shane Yeah…I didnt know you told them you hadnt seen me since the hospital… Bette: I havent lied…*****!… I just stay out of all conversations involving you whatsoever… Shane Which is why Alice thinks you are really worried about me. Bette: I am baby…always…ok I guess maybe we should just come clean? I mean Tina flip but…I never did lie to her its just I gave the impression right off the back I didnt want to discuss you…so she doesnt even say your name…or she walks out of the room when shes on the phone with Alice. Shane: Hmmm… I dont know B….I mean I could either hit them with everything in one night , or I could show up tonight and do the whole sorry I was a drama queen and tried to kill myself with enough coke to kill a horse thing and let everything just fall into place later. Bette cringed at Shanes brutal honesty. The two had been spending a lot more time together since Shane checked at of the hospital yet Shane could still shock her every once in a while. At times it was like mother and daughter, each one taking turns to guide the other…but mainly they were becoming best friends ands they knew it would kill Alice and Tina when they realized they had been replaced. After Shanes OD Bette used her contacts to find out who the man was that checked her out of the hospital. Unbeknownst to Alice, she found out that Father Joseph Liam OConnor IV was the head priest at St. Judes Roman Catholic Church in L.A. She had a full background check done on him and found out he came from a wealthy family, traveled the world and went to the best schools for performing arts and theology. With that information, she stopped by his office at St. Judes and refused to leave until he told her where Shane was. Bette and Shane made up immediately and had been tight ever since. Shane would do her hair and Bette would take her to lunch. Bette would explain the art world to Shane and she would explain her world to Bette. It was that simple and yet equally complex. It was spinning out of control before the two new what hit them. Before long they knew they had evolved into a relationship that the others wouldnt understand. They just found that they clicked. Shane and Bette had become best friends …more than friends, and if Alice and Tina knew…after everything that had happened with Dana and Tina m oving out, should would have really fallen apart. Bette: Shane do you have to.. Shane: Not my words…they were hers… so…I mean shes right…besides B we both agreed no more excuses and no more lies…didnt we? … so I told her the truth…yes I tried to kill myself…no I wont do it again…yes Im being selfish… and ok Ill hang out with the gang tonight so they can all act weird around me. Shane let out a deep sigh at the same time Bette did. Bette: Do you think she suspects weve been hanging out behind her back? That might be why she hasnt told any of us youre coming?…You know see how we react to the ambush Shane: No I think shes just trying to be same ol Al… anyway, thats not the only reason I called….So how was your day dear. Shane said in her best fatherly voice. Bette: Well, I like so didnt want to talk to this artist today who is like one of those uhm I am only doing my art for me and I dont want to sell-out so make me a better offer type artists…you know what Im saying man? Bette did her best imitation of a laid back pot head and was right on the mark. If anyone else had heard her go toe-for-toe half baked they would have thought she was crazy. But not Shane, she just laughed away. Bette: Oh well Franklin wants the guy so Ill let him have him…itll make him happy so I can hit him with my next show. Shane :See your picking up my style.. Bette : That is? Shane : Always leave them satisfied…(she let out a laugh)….then they dont see you walking out the door Bette : Its funny cuz its true huh Shane : Hasnt failed yet (she said seductively) Bette rolled her eyes, knowing Shane hadnt been out on the prowl lately. They both decided to stop making excuses for their *****-ups, to be honest, and to stop using ***** to fix their lives. But… Bette had Tina so she was fine. Bette : Soooooooo…speaking of ***** Shane : Were we? Bette : Well I was in my head…anyway, have you christened the confessional yet? Shane burst out laughing and the cab driver looked at her like she was crazy. Bette : Come on I could just see it now…you on your knees with Father Joe on the other side…My name is Shane the Mac and its been three months since my last bathroom buddy Shane : I would condemn you to ***** for your vulgarity if I believed youd make it their without stopping for a quick *****. Bette: Why Shane are you implying that I am a nymph who cant control herself. Shane: If the strap-on fits…this is it … she said to the driver … Just pull in here thanks. Shane got out of the cab and walked up the cathedral steps. Shane: Alright hun I have to do confession for real… Ill meet up with you at Milk later..and I guess well just test the waters and see how things go. Bette: Hey wait we didnt do our thing today since you canceled lunch. Shane entered the church and saw Father Joe at the confessional booth waiting for her. She walked over and he tossed her a rag and a bottle of lemon oil. They both went into a booth and began rubbing down the chambers that held the darkest secrets in L.A. Shane pulled out her wireless head-set Bette bought her and put it on as she began cleaning out her side of the confessional. Shane: Hmmm… I cant think of anything Bette I think Ive told you everything For the past month Bette and Shane had been telling each other one thing the other didnt know about themselves. They started off big… bombshells in fact, but they were slowly realizing that the small ones were harder to tell. They told each other their fears, hopes, desires and it acted as part of their therapy for their terminally ill lives. Bette: Yeah the two of us out of secrets, like that will ever happen… ok…Ill go first this time… ok I swear to god if you repeat this I will break your most prized possession. Shane mimicked Bette as she wiped down the bench. Shane: Hun I think youve said that to me every time….what is it Bette: Your hands Shane stopped and looked at her hands as she worked the oil into the wooden bas relief in the side paneling. Shane: What about them? Bette: They are your prized possession! Shane: B…I meant what is your thing you want to tell me…. Bette: Oh…. well ok…this one is big and could cause problems if it ever came out….I think T is great and all…but…Alice was a better kisser. Shanes jaw dropped. Shane: What the ***** B Bette: Well shes amazing now… but when I was with Alice…GOD she was amazing..and she taught me things…so I guess after her anyone would seem mediocre……but in the beginning with Tina …man it was like…I dont know…dancing in sand… it was a hot mess…Hey Shane, its already 8 oclock…how are you going to get Milk by a decent hour…? Shane: Dont worry Ill make it Bette: Youd better…you need this youve been running yourself ragged between covering for Father Joe and practically running Lather..your burning the candle at both ends…. a little drinking and dancing with your friends tonight might help though… Shane: Hmm ok you made me think of one….(obviously changing the subject)…you know how I dont know how to dance? Bette: Yeah white-girl-itis its an unfortunate disease but can be cured at Milk… Shane: Thats just it…I never said I cant dance….I just dont want to. Bette: So you can dance? Shane: Mmm hmmmm. Bette: To the beat Shane: B I can dance to any song, any style, with any person, anywhere… I just never wanted to. Bette: You know this is turning out to be much bigger than mine… so when you say anything you mean.. Shane: Baby I can Foxtrot to a Salsa band if I had to. Bette: But how?… Shane: My institutionalized upbringing a la Father Joes School of Hard Knocks Bette: Ok so you are like a Ninja… Shane laughed at Bettes overall lumping of her tutelage in several Martial Art forms. Bette: …you can play the piano better then any recording from what Father Joe has told me…although you wont play for me…and now you telling me your Ginger Freakin Rogers…is there anything else? Shane: Whos Ginger Rodgers? Oh and I can sing a little Father Joe: Ol time singin and dancin broad from da movies… Bette: I swear Shane…do you know anything about art? Its like youre the Rain Man of the art world but you know nothing about it.. Shane: I know how to sing…but Im not that good…and I can play…thats all I need Bette: Arg!!!!!! goodbye Rain Man Shane hung up the phone and leaned into the screen divider Shane: Hey Father? Father Joe: Yes chyle Shane: What do Rain men have to do with art?