Where are we going? Shane asked, jumping into the convertible.

The border. Fred winked.

I guess youre not working tonight? Shane grinned, reaching over and ruffling Freds hair. She put her sunglasses on and leaned back in the seat, propping her feet up.

To the shack. Fred said, speeding towards the highway, the sun beating down on them.

Nice. Shane replied, putting a CD in.

They drove in the late afternoon, reaching their destination at dinnertime. The burrito stand on the border was what they referred to as the shack. Many days they spent driving down the coast to eat at the best Mexican food theyd ever eaten. They sat outside on a picnic table, huge burritos on paper plates and two bottles of Corona sweating on the wood. Enjoying light and simple banter, they ate. Afterwards, while the sun was beginning to set, Shane stretched out on top of the table on her back, while Fred did the same on the bench.

Whats on your mind? Shane asked, looking at the pink sky.

Fred sighed and twisted the toothpick around in her mouth. You. She replied quietly.

Me? What about me?

How do you do it, Shane?

Do what?

Move from woman to woman without looking back, not even once?

One time I did look back and it caused me to stumble. I always want to face forward and never look away again. Falling hurts.

It may hurt, but you cant do it forever. Dont you want love?

Love? I dont believe in it. I thought I knew love once, and I thought I saw love between two people who I once called my friends, but both instances left nothing but heartbreak. I witnessed devastation. Love only lasts so long.

Fred didnt speak for a few minutes. What am I to you, Shane?

With that question, Shane sat up and looked at Fred below. She studied her before answering. She saw a friend, someone who slowly crept up into her heart. Squinting her eyes, Shane wondered how she let someone in this far and deep without realizing it.