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    Unforgivable

    "Jesus, Shane. You look like shit." He spoke to her.

    "Fuck you Mark. Just give me my shit." shane said taking another bill out of her pocket when he puts his hand up to stop her.

    "No, no, no… its cool. Its on me tonight. I can tell just by looking at you that you had one shitty assed day"

    "Thanks Mark."

    "dont metion it, besides, i owe you after that whole camera inccident.."

    "well atleast take the rest of this…" shane says holding out the half empty bottle of Jager.

    Mark abliges an then makes his way to his next costomer.

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    Shane makes her way home after stopping at the nearest liqour store, Endless Liqour and grabs a few bottles of Patron and a box of beer.

    Shane comes home, wabbling down the walkway and dropping a bottle of Patron in the grass. Not wanting to wake Jenny, she makes her way to the studio and sits down in the center of the room looking aroung.

    Thoughts of hate and hurt rinning through her head,  she throws a bottle of patron at the wall, shattering it, liqour everywhere. Pulling the cocaine she got from mark out and lining it up on a nearby mirror, she picks up a pen, taking it apart so there is only a hollow tube left and begins to snort.

    Leaning back, she begins to feel her high kick in so she closes her eyes, taking it all in, and all she can see is Carmen’s face With the drugs and alcohol not doing their job of numbing her pain, anger takes over.

    Standing up and going over to carmens DJ equipment, she begins throwing her things out of the door, breaking them. Heading outside, she grabs a bottle of lighter fluid and pours the whole bottle over the pieces of rubble.

    She takes out a cigarette, lights it inhaling deep, and throws the match onto the pile and watches it go up in flames, jst like her life.

    Shane takes a seat infront of the fire and watches as it sparks, bubble, melts…

    After calling Alice to come over, Jenny silently walks up to shane and asks in a calm voice, "what are you doing, Shane"

    Disreguarding what she was just asked, she starts off," Hey Jenny." slurring her words," Com’ere ‘n sit down…"

    Jenny sits on the piece of ground that shane was patting, and places an arm around her and shane began to cry.

    Alice walks up and sits next to Shane saying, " hey Shaney, Hold this.." as she held out a unraveled wire hanger to shane. When Shane did, alice dug in her bag and pulled out a bag of marsmellows, a box of graham crackers and a box of Hersheys and place a marshmellow on the tip of shanes hanger. " you cant have a bon fire without smores" Alice said with a big grin on her face.

    Shane and Jenny couldnt keep themselves from laughing.

    "now all we need are some hot dogs. You guys have any?" alice asked.

    "no, but i thik bette does." shane replied.

    Alice got up and walked over to bettes house, and came back carrying a pack of ballpark franks, and dragging a tired bette. For the rest of the night. the four friends huddled around the fire, drinking beers, making smores and roasting weenies.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    QUESTION: SO… DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT? LET ME KNOW IN A COMMENT, BE TRUTHFULL, ITS OKAY IF ITS MEAN, MY FEELINGS ARENT HURT THAT EASY.

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