Moving a little back and forth in time:
1994:

This was one of those moments. Clive watched Shane as she dressed, pulling her baggy jeans on with her tomboy attitude. Actually she looked more like a boy than a girl sometimes, and that was maby the reason why Shane was the only girl Clive had ever felt attracted to. She was his hero. Strong in everyway. And she was 2 years older than Clive. She always knew how to escape from dangerous and uncomfertable situasions. But most of all she seemed to escape her past. That was the mistery about Shane. She was always talking about what she should do, not what she did or should have done. She never regretted, and in that way she never lost control and never seemed to get vulnerable. But Clive knew what she had been trough, and he knew that she deep inside were tired and worn out. Already as a 16 year old, but it was never visual. Just in moments like these. Moments when she looked him stright into his eyes, but she seemed to be somewhere else.
From day one, Shane took care of Clive. If he didden`t got any “customers” one night, she would always share her money with him so they could eat together. Shane was so gorgeous. People always said that. Even the ***** that bought her and thought she was a boy. “So ***** cute” they said. It made Clive sick to the bones. Why a creature as strong and beautiful as Shane were walking on the street. “You should be a model” Clive told her when Shane had got all dressed. She just grinned and looked at herself in the broken mirror in the toilet at The subway station. “Do I look boy enough?” She asked worried while she pulled in the drapery at her wife beater, which she seemed to think of as too tight. Clive wathed her amazed. “Yeah. Absolutely. But you should cut you`re hair again soon. Too be extra convinceable” He ran his thin fingers trough her short hair. “Uhm..I should” She responded. “If we can borrow the butchers scissors again. I`ll cut you`re hair too” she joked and tickeled his waist. It felt so comferting to have Shane around. They shared some happy moments, but they both knew that in the night, they would be continuating the actions they had got used to. The actions that made them feel dirty, used and unwanted.
They would go in the streets everyday, talk about how the life they dreamed of would be like in real life. Clive remembered how Shane told him about the sea. She desperatly wanted to get a boat. “To get away” she explained. She told him that she felt free on the ocean, but she broke the conversation by saying that she coulden`t swim, and that she was afraid of sharks. “I don`t see the point of dreaming about something I can never get” she said and picked up what was left from an unknowns sigarette.