“Yeah but it was still funny. Alright, we’ll see you then. Oh wait, Alice wants to talk to you.”

“Okay.”

“Yoda? Are you there? It’s me, Alice.”

Shane rolled her eyes and smiled at her friends antics. “Hey Al whatsup?”

“I just wanted to tell you about about the new girl spinning at The Planet.”

“Why would you even care?”

“Because a little birdy told me it had something to do with Carmen.” Alice replied in a sing song voice.

Shane’s interest was immediately peaked, but she also thought that if Alice told her the information it would be like betraying Carmen’s trust. She’d reasoned that if Carmen wanted her to know something then she would tell her when she felt ready too.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“Why not? This is possible info on your girlfriend’s acquaintances of which none of us have even met.”

“I don’t need to know who she is or what she does other than the fact that she spins at The Planet and so does Carmen.”

“I don’t get your logic but whatever, all I’m saying is that her D.J. name is Bones but there’s a back story to that which reaches before her DJ’ing years.”

“That’s wonderful Al, I’ll see you at The Planet.”

“See ya.”

“Bye.”

Shane stood there for a moment to collect her thoughts. She wanted to know more about her girlfriend’s life, who her other friends are, where she’s been, what she loves and hates but only wanted it to come from her lips. Though she generally gained her knowledge on people through gossip (not that she was a gossiper herself), she understood the implications of misinformation. Even though Alice was one of the best journalists in Los Angeles and there fore had some very rock solid connections, Shane just couldn’t take that chance.

She knew first hand what happens when people hear a lies under the guise of truths. It caused her and Cherie’s relationship to end in a catastrophe, her business venture into her own salon to be ruined, and her friendship with Clea (who she thought was pretty cool kid for her age) to die.