She was tall, very tall, and very British, which is just what I’ve always wanted, "Can you imagine what I go through day in and day out, eating mac and cheese, sleeping on an old couch, and what’s worse is how I have to feed that best of theirs, that animal drools like a dinosaur

She kept on rambling about her problems, definitely not taking in the fact that she could have went to jail, I took this moment as a good time to change clothes. I walk toward my draws and began rummaging, halfway listing to the hot Britain. "…The bathroom is small, they have no taste for color, and they drive this brown, smelly van, God my life is horrible."

She spun on her heals and took in the sight of my half necked body.

"Oh…oh I didn’t know you where a girl."

"It happens every time."

H: "I mean with all those male clothes I just thought-." I looked up at her face which was redder than the shirt I found, her eyes looked elsewhere but me.

She smiled, "I-I don’t want to freak you out but,-oh god this is embarrassing…I find you attractive." She stammered and grinned as I changed into some pants.

"I get that all the time…I never thought that all the new girls I met would be gay,"

"It’s a small world, I guess," She bit her lip seductively, which in my case meant ‘I want to shag you.’ With an accent of course

"…Of course I think guys are hot too, so I guess I’m categorized as a bisexual."

That’s a good thing; I’m in enough trouble as it is with Dana and Carmen. I wish I knew what I wanted.

"You shouldn’t have to be categorized as anything; you’re whatever you want to be." She smiled at me and sat down on my comfy bed.

"You should change…or go home I’m pretty sure their worried about you."

"They always do, kind of makes me feel guilty at times, but…I’m just not used to this life style um-"

"Shane. Its Shane."

She looked at me oddly, "wow you look like a Shane."