Shane’s flight home after the New Year’s Party Day: Just a Little
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone so soon.
Nah, this is right. I should leave. Like…quickly.
No, no no, Shane, get your head on straight.
Seriously, he doesn’t see you that way. I mean…geez.
Should be thankful there wasn’t a restraining order after that party.
He liked the present though. That was good, that was really good.
And he made me a painting.
But he paints all the time, maybe he just felt obligated.
…gosh he was pretty in that party. Those big eyes staring at me.
Man, this flight is going to kill me if it rattles one more time. No wonder Dwight passes out.
Seriously, should I have stayed?
No, no, this is doing the right thing. This is doing the right thing. Look at the mess that happened by being there. I’m Blaine’s pain in the ass again. And now I’m messing with Reed too.
Why can’t I just stop staring at him?
I’ve been shot down. There. Set in stone. Shot down. Let it go. He’s sweet and all, but let’s not pretend that you’ve got a shot.
Why would he anyway.
I’m a big goofball and I don’t fix my hair and he looks like a freaking preteen model or something.
…he’s short and cute and he should stop giggling because my IQ drops.
When is this flight going to end??
Note to self: focus in school. Focus on Walcott. Don’t think of messing with Blaine and Reed.
…stop making it harder for him.
…oh man, I hope that mountain climbing trip that Steven has planned is going to happen. I need a distraction.