Carmen listens as she hears the water turn on. The movement had startled her; knowing Shane was even in the same house as her made her heart beat faster. She could feel the warmth already growing in particular places just knowing that Shane was undressing in the room just through one thin wall. She smirks and walks out her door, down to the bathroom still in her towel. She starts to reach for the handle but stops herself. “No,” she says out loud. She turns and walks back to her room and shuts the door, leaning against it. “You were the one that made the choice, no matter how fucked up it is. You can’t just throw her around like that…” She walks to her dresser and begins to pull out clothes.

After picking out a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a revealing dark green top, Carmen begins to get dressed. She puts on her clothes and listens as the water turns off and Shane makes her way back to her room.

Shane rubs her hair with her towel to dry it off. She throws on her blue jeans that were on the ground and picks up a white t-shirt off her bed. She smells it, just to make sure, and puts it on. She quickly lines her eyes with black eyeliner. She grabs her black sweatshirt with a pot-leaf on the back and rubs a small amount of jell in her hair before going into the kitchen to grab a beer.

Carmen blow-dries her hair, making sure to straighten every piece. After it is dry she picks up her straightener and begins to straighten it.

Jenny walks in the back door and sees Shane flipping through a newspaper while drinking a beer. “Hey,” she greets. Shane simply gives her a hand raise and doesn’t bother to look up. “I heard about you and Carmen.”

Shane sits up and looks at her, closing the paper. “Yep,” she grunts, taking a sip of her beer.

“You talked to her yet?”

“Nope.”

“…Is she here?”

“Yep.”

“Well I think we now know why I’m the writer…” Shane merely smiles. “What’s she doing?”