Jenny’s camera is going click, click, click and Shane is blinking. She’s been at this for two days solid, which is typical for Jenny when she finds a new project/obsession/wacky idea. It’s probably what Shane likes about Jenny the most-her crazy enthusiasm.

Too bad she sometimes gets enthusiastic about fucking herself up.

“Jen, I think the moment has been captured, OK?” The words are exasperated but her tone isn’t. Shane shoots Jenny the dimply, good-natured smile that’s got half of LA aflutter (regardless of which brand of private parts they’re sporting) and proceeds to stretch out on the couch and light a cigarette, blinking some more as the smoke gets in her eyes and scrubbing the orchestrated chaos of bangs away from her forehead.

It’s perfect, Jenny thinks. *Click* Because it’s times like this, when Shane doesn’t even know that she’s being hot, that she’s the hottest.

“Man, there’s really no stopping you, is there?”

Jenny bites her lip and smiles in that wise-yet-devious little girl way that she doesn’t (always) know tends to screw with people’s heart beats. “Not really.” They’re grinning at each other now. They do that a lot.

The laughter that bubbles out of Shane then is rumbly-happy.

Jenny comes closer to the couch and sits on her heels, propping her lace-framed elbows on her knees and staring intently at Shane. It’s even more disconcerting than when the camera lens was between them.

Nikon in one hand and rounded pink cheek in the other, Jenny looks like a little gothic elf as she gazes at Shane through black-ringed eyes. She really pulls that off well, Shane thinks to herself before settling back into the weird-but-not-bad feeling that Jenny’s inspection is inspiring inside.

If she was wordy like Jen, Shane might say that the way that Jenny’s looking at her is different from any way that anyone else has ever looked at her, that she feels exposed, visible, almost vulnerable but not quite. That most of the time when people look at her it feels more like they’re seeing whatever the fuck it is that they want sketched over her body-not her, not Shane, not really.