Shayne Meets Shay (The Hinata Apartments)

Alice Webber ran a hand over her head to wipe away the beads of sweat. Her blue eyes fixiated on the stacks of paper that lay beneath her strained eyes.
"Want me to get you anything? You seem to be working really hard and I'm saying you really dont have to..."
"Shayne..." Alice moaned, tossing her glasses to the floor absentmindely to rub inbetween her eyes. "I've been a manager at the bar down the street for three years, going on four. Kit is about to take over. Being manager at this dorm isn't all that bad."
Shayne shook her head and scoffs. "Babe, you're twenty-two years old, okay?"
"Come on Shayne-" She threw up her arms only to have Shayne gently surpress them onto the wooden table.
"Hear me out, okay? It's about time I give you the tutorial on how big this is. It's an all-girls dorm. Strike one, because you're gay. Two, it's the china town of Los Angeles California, you can't even understand Japanese, I don't care if you are from Japan. You spent your entire life down here. Number three, this place is in dept by six-thousand dollars. And the owner didn't even leave it in your name."
Alice sighed, resting her head in her palm. "I know, it just so happened to be signed in your name."
Shayne shook her head and sipped at the tea, regaining her concience from gagging. She was a full blown american, and switching into a Japanese dorm wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Thankfully the girls weren't in from vacation. She was having enough relationship problems well enough to have other women pawing themselves over for her.
"It wasn't in my name. This person..according to your so called 'perfect japanese' reading, is Shay Poynter. Not Shayne."
"For fucking sakes, they forgot a couple of letters! Give them a break!"
Shayne shook her head. "Nope. Because I don't live in Nebraska and I'm older than this person. On top of that, it's a male. Do I look like a boy?"
Alice scoffed. "I'm not going to answer that. You're a dyke and you can pass for a guy if you wanted to. So until this so called, Shay, appears to take over the Hinata apartments I deem us the prime headmasters of the dorm."
"I can't do that." Shayne mumbled.
Alice's face subdued in dissapointment and sadness. "But why...wait, Darla?"
Shayned bowed her head and sighed, nodding at the papers. "We're having problems and taking all my stuff to manage an all girls japanese dorm isn't really making it any better."
"Shayne...baby, you cheat on each other every damn Friday. There's no making that sort of relationship any better. Comming home, fixing each others food, missing every oppurtunity to poisoneach other, and having sex only for revenge is not a suitable relationship. So dump the bitch and come live with me. It's perfect!"
Shayne thought about Darla and how she'd take it. She'd be crushed of course, but the relationship isn't going anywhere. Darla was always comming back with women to hang out, and Shayne was doing the same. "I guess it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed-"
Alice took her head into her hands and gave her a short kiss on the lips. "It will be great! I promise!"
Shayne licked her lips and held Alice's hands. "That's a start. Do it again."
Alice playfully slapped her hands away and bent to retreive her glasses. "Your my best friend, that's gross. Now," she walked over to the other side of the room and dug into the drawer. "In here we have the members of the dorm."
Shayne rose from the floor and got up behind Alice, wrapping her arms around her waist to peer at the files that she'd been holding. The inscriptions were all in japanese but there were pictures above them, which at least gave her an inkling idea of what she'd been dealing with. "She looks cute."
"That would be Myou Shukymei. It says she's ninteen years old and she's been staying at the hinata apartments since she was seventeen. She's not married, if you want a sign of celebacy."
Shayne smiled and nodded, kissing her shoulder in soft butterfuly kisses. "That's great, hun."
Alice spun away from her with a giggle. "What the hell is wrong with you are you drunk!?"
Shayne shrugged and smoothed a hand over her hair. "Horny. I haven't gotten laid in sixty-eight hours and thirty-five minutes."
"So trying to score with your best friend is a get back way to make 'you' feel better?"
Shayne nodded. "I was thinking we have sex first, and then review over who else lives in the dorm."
Alice nodded and bit onto her lower lip, thinking. "I've known you since high school. The most you can give me is a hickey dammit and that's final."
She laughed at her offer and looked through the files. "How many girls stay here?"
"Alot of people have come and gone, so there aren't many. To a rough estimate I'd say seven."
"Do you know where the original manager is?" Shayne asked, resuming her sitting position on the wooden floor.
"She's on vacation to Japan. She's suppose to be there for a rough nine months. I don't know why she went there or why she didn't draft one of the hinata girls for the job but I just knew she came and dropped some spices for bar. Sure I gave her bannanas and fruits on the contrary but Shayne, she wanted you. You were always at the bar."
"I don't even know who she is, though. None of my family is Japanese or Asian. Trust me I'd know."
Alice sat in her lap and plopped the papers back on the table. "Then there's someone in your family that you don't know about. She personally told me to find a guy named Shay Poynter. You just so happen to have almost the exact same first name and the correct last name. I see a huge flaw in there. But, she also mentioned a Shay moving to Nebraska to catch up with a 'dying friend'. I'm alive and well so she wasn't talking about you."
Shayned raked a hand through her hair and pinched between her eyes. "He's in Nebraska? So what will happen if he's manager of the apartments?"
"Well, she said she's mailed the starting five grand at his place. And I'm not really sure who is is and what he might do with the money. "
"Hey, didn't your ex settle down in Nebraska?" Shayne asked, twisting the ends of her hair.
Alice shrugged. "I don't give much a of a fuck to recall where she went but I'm going to print out some directions on Mapquest so you can drive out there while I look out on the apartment and organize all this crap and get the rules straight."
Shayne let out a deep sigh. "How long will it take me to get there?"
"By car, a few days. I'll tell you what, I can purchase a plane ticket therefore it wont take as long. I need you to track down that guy before he spends it on God knows what."
Shayne nodded, rising up. "Yeah, kind of makes you wonder what type of guy this is."

Meanwhile....

"Yo' my name is Casper, I'll fuck your momma' like a Detroit rapper. So quick as night I'll fuck up you just right like my dick does to a nasty jap trick..."
"Say, Casper, chill out, I can't hear the TV stupid ass." Shay turned up the volume on the portable televsion set and grabbed the alcohol bottle from the floor.
"Yo' I know a dude named Shay he play wit' himself everyday on a daily basis, sucka'!!" Casper slumped over on the couch and jolted out in a series of laughter. "Say son, you gotta check out Vato's stash, that dude's got everything. He got the weed, cronic, smack , crystal, jane, all dat' shit man."
Shay looked over towards his friend and snorted. His tousled, unbrushed hair swayed lazily over his eyes and his white t-shirt and saggy brown dickies were always two sizes too big. It was pretty sad since he'd known him since kindergarden. He'd remembered when he'd actually brushed his hair and called him 'buddy' instead of 'bitch'. The thought lingered in his head for a while as he stretched against the worn couch.
He couldn't blame Casper. He'd lost his parents in a plane crash in third grade, leaving him with an abusive aunt that he'd learned raped him when he was entering seventh grade. After that, his life spiraled down. He'd joined a gang and from then on he'd been a drug head.
Shay, only a month younger than his friend, had recently starting drinking and smoking last summer. Living with his friend was only temporary until he'd had enough money to get his apartment back.
"Nah, dude. I don't tap shit like that."
Casper cocked his head and stumbled from the couch. "Ah, well. Can you walk me to Stacy's so I can get some money."
"You think we can stop by my apartment tomorrow? I forgot some shit over there."
"We can pass today if you want-" Shay shook his head at his friends proposal.
"You're too messed up to go today, we'll go tomorrow, lets go."
Shay muffled through their roomates and pushed through the door. Living on his own wasn't a piece of cake like he thought it would be. Casper lived with a dozen other minors and people with nothing better to do with their lifes than get high and have sex all the time. The life sickened Shay, but he figured he'd get used to it in time. Casper was dying, after all. He'd been diagnosed with HIV.
The realization struck Shay with a jolt and he stumbled over JayJay, their youngest roomate. "Watch where you steppin' faggot!"
"Move the fuck out da' way then Jay! Yo' lil small ass always crawling on the floor likve you six year old. Go find Vato and catch a cig or something and get out the fuckin' doorway."
The young hispanic boy gave him a dirty look and stormed passed the small crowd and into the kitchen. "He's only twelve, Casper. I don't think encouraging him to smoke cigarettes is good for him."
Casper waved his words away and stepped into the sun. "Damn, its hot out in this bitch." Shay followed behind him and swept his hair back. He needed a haircut more than anything, but could never find the time. When he wasn't walking around town he was sleeping or washing his share of clothes and trying to find food.
The walk from Casper's place to his aunt Stacy's was an estimated hour on foot. If it weren't for the backyard shortcuts and bridges built over the rivers it would probably be a lot longer.
"How are you feeling?" Shay asked as silence crept between them.
Casper spat on the sidewalk, missing an old man's foot by a mere inch. "Don't worry bout' it blood. I'm everything I'm spose' to be til' I die."
Shay shook his head, his heart sinking. "Remember when we were little kids, dude? You were always telling me how we should take every oppurtunity that came our way."
He gazed at him through those familiar dozed-high eyes of his and laughed. "That was before my folks died. Eight feet under, bro. Ain't no more oppurtunities for me no more. You can live em' out though. You doin' a lot better than me. You graduated from high school remember?"
He followed Casper into the train station and jammed his hands into his pockets, the roar of an oncomming train drowning out Caspers last few words. Shay waited until the train passed to talk to him about it.
"Yeah, it was my dream to be an artist remeber?"
Casper shook his head doubtfully. "Nah, deke, I don't remember. I mean..I know you talked bout' drawin' and shit but I never really was happy with that shit, dude. I needed more out of life."
They crossed the track to the other side and exited through the other entrance of the station. Shay sighed. "What did you want out of life that was more important than your drawing?"
He shrugged and took out his box of Kools. "I wanted life, dude. Life, get high of it, smoke it, all that shit just to fuckin' get away you know? Not to worry bout' dying before I get to see my babies and shit."
He offered Shay a cigarette and he thought about it before taking it. Casper lit them both before taking a long drag from his. Shay licked his lips and looked foreward, stepping out of an elderly lady's way. "You...have kids?"
Casper shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Fuck most likely." He laughed and coughed out a heap of smoke, using the back of his fist to cover his mouth. Shay helped pat him on his back but he threw his arm away. "Chill bro, I'm fine!" he shook his head and laughed once more. "Yeah I got a baby out there somewhere."
Shay took the next street, they were now only a few blocks away from his aunt's house. "How would you feel if you didn't even know who your dad was?"
He shrugged. "My pops was cool but he died, so..." He cut his sentence short, hauling in his cigarette again. "Don't matter."
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Shay kept both hands in his pocket, taking one out every so often to remove the cigarette from his lips. When they finally got to his Aunt's house, Casper threw the cigarette away and peered into the side window.
His aunt's place was a mess from the outside as well as in. The unwelcoming weeds was proof that no one cared to even fix up the place, and as they snuck through the window, he noticed the rats feasting on a dead dog carcass in the corner of the room.
Shay turned around to gag while Casper laughed and poked at it with his shoe. "Wake the fuck up bitch!" He laughed hysterically.
"Shut up, dude! What if someone hears you!?"
Casper waved him away and ran a hand through his hair. "Nah, she ain't here. I know where her stash is, though. Follow me."
Shay crushed the remainder of his cigarette underneath his shoe and followed Casper into the kitchen. The kitchen was no better than the room they'd snuck in. The dishes were piled in the sink, black muck in the water that they'd resided in. Casper opened the fridge for a small cockroach to crawl from it. "Ain't no food."
"Can we please just find the money and get the hell out of here, I can barely breath."
Casper closed the fridge and started down the small hallway. "Wait. I'm gonna be right out."
Shay leaned against the wall, noticing a small shiney object glimmering by his converse. He kneeled down and picked it up, surveying it. Not knowing why, he took the small bullet shell and pocketed it. Casper came out with a wide grin plastered on his face and a roll of twenties. "Jackpot. Oh, and look at what I found."
He reached into his baggy dickes and pulled out a 45. Magnum. Shay's eyes shot open and he looked pleadingly into his friends eyes. "what the fuck are you going to do with that?"
"What do you think buck? Imma' save it for whenever I need it." He placed it up to Shay's temple. "Think I need it now, huh?"
Shay swallowed, his hands trembling. "Cas-"
He bellowed in laughter, pulling the gun away from his head. "I'm just playin' with you, dude. I've known you since we was like...babies. I wouldn't hurt you."
Shay let out a heave and quickly turned away from him to the window, hoping the sting that resided in his eye would subside. "We should get going. It's going to get dark soon. You comming or what?"
Casper bumrushed passed him and hopped out of the open window. "Race ya' back to our place!"
Shay groaned, struggling pass the window and down the street with his friend...at least while he could.

Meanwhile: Information Office, Nebraska

Shayne removed her razor cell phone from its holster and dialed Alice's number for what seemed like the billionth time today. After the first four rings, she closed her phone. "Goddamn don't you ever answer your phone these days?"
"Hello?" A distict voice answered from her hand. She shot her eyes toward her phone, her heart slamming into her chest before she'd realized Alice was on speaker and she'd answered after-all. Shayne quickly took her off speaker and wandered away from the front desk outside onto the windy streets of Nebraska.
"Thought I heard a ghost for a moment there. I didn't realize you were on speaker."
"Well sorry to break it to you sweetie but ghosts dont exist as far as I'm concerned."
"What took you so long to answer your fucking phone? I called like ten times."
"Techincally you only called five times and I caught that last one. And for your information I was taking a bath. There is no fucking bathrub here, can you believe that?! There is a hot springs bath that almost scolded my fucking skin."
Shayne rose a brow. "Hot springs? What the hell is that a jacuzzi?"
"Pretty much. I mean it's nice and all, its surrounded by these smooth rocks and they have two of them right next to each other. Gosh babe I think we are going to be in heaven."
Shayne ignored yet another dirty look from the commons. The passerby's, mostly men, turned their noses as they passed her on the sidewalk. Her short-cut hair and snazzy appearance of a brown Aeropostle jasket over a striped button up shirt and baggy jeans weren't really what the people here seemed to find appropriate. She swallowed and nodded absentmindedly to Alice's description, looking away from a boy that looked to be in his early teens as he snickered at her.
"Dude where the fuck does he live at so I can get out of this stupid ass town?"
"What's wrong, Shayne? Is someone over there picking on you?" She asked pessmistically.
"Will you shut up." She told her in a hushed tone, turning her back to the street. "Dude, they fucking kill faggots here did you know that?" She almost whispered.
There was a moment of silence before Alice answered. "Oops, well I'm going to give you his address and you can take a cab there. I can book a ticket for two on your way back here."
Shayne jotted the address down on her wrist with her black sharpie and bid her goodbyes. Apparently there was no need to ask for information when Alice already knew.
She looked both ways down the busy sidewalk and into the street. She didn't spot a cab to at least get a number on her cell phone. Now, she needed information. She turned back into the building and decided to check the nearest cab services to drop her off at Shay's apartment.

Close By, The Cresent Ward Apartments

By the time they'd gotten half way to the door, Casper jolted out in a jerk of coughs and Shay helped him inside, patting his back to ensure that his airways were clear.
"I'm cool bro, you can go bout' yo' buisiness now. I'm going to show Vato what I found."
He watched Casper walk over a sleeping Jenna and cross over to largely built hispanic guy in the kitchen. Shay didn't bother to see what they were going to talk about. Slumping into the couch with a sigh, he dug out the flask that resided in his jacket pocket and popped open the top.
As he took the first two burning gulps, Thomas, the second youngest resident walked through the door, greeting the first few people before taking a seat beside him.
"Sup, Shay? What's poppin?"
He shrugged. "Think I'm gonig to start trying to find a job. I've been living here for a year so far and nothing's happened for me yet. I mean, don't you ever stop and think where the hell your life is going?" He looked into his green eyes and the boy looked as if he considered the thought then shook his head.
"Nah, dude. I really don't care. I got my board and my beer so I'm straight." Shay sighed and took another sip and he spun towards him. "Hey, I know what can trip you out?"
"What?" Shay asked, interested.
"I was walking here right, I had to pick up some rolls from the gas station. Like, you know that information place right next to that card shop? There was a lesbian right there and everyone was noticing her."
Shay leaned back. "How do you know she's a lesbian? Some women like to wear mens' clothes."
Thomas rolled his eyes. "She was gay, I saw her hair cut and all. I think she's new here though. She had a bookbag that could be full of all kind of shit."
"Sounds interesting enough. How'd she look?" Shay asked. Conversations with the residents here was as interesting as watching paint dry but with the young ones, such as JayJay and Thomas, they could possibly have a chance in getting a little more out of life.
"She had short hair that came to her shoulders and it had gel in it. Holy shit..." His eyes shot open. "Holy fucking shit dude she looks exactly like you! No wonder why she looked so familiar!"
"The fuck you goin' on about lil T?" Vato asked, comming over to the couch with Casper following close behind. "There's a bitch out there look like Shay?"
Thomas nodded. "This dyke I saw not too far from here. She was right in front of the info place."
Casper chuckled. "A faggot? Where? We can hang her dude I'd be so sweet, wouldn't it?"
Shay shook his head, his throat too dry to protest. He should have known well enough that Nebraska was the most anti-gay state in America. He'd remembered just a few months ago two young men were found hung in their backyards with various bruises on their bodies. A tremble went through his body.
"Casper, we're not killing anybody." Shay spoke out, glaring at him. "She has every right to live as we do."
"Whatever, dude. Imma' go smoke dis' blunt and call it a night. Any body else want to rock it wit' me I'll be in the bathroom." Shay watched him walk away into the bathroom. The bathroom was usually where he slept when there was no more room on the couch, carpets, or the bedroom. Tonight, it was barely summer and most of the residents were out partying which was a good thing on his part. He usually slept on the couch when the time came around.
Yawning with a stretch, Shay decided that he'd turn in for the day. Tomorrow he'd go out to his apartment and check to see if they threw the remainder of his shit away. Mooney, the manager, insisted his room stay active for the women who worked for him to use. Later tomorrow he'd make a solid plan to pass by, get his things, and head out and try to make a living out of his life. Whatever that happened to be...

8:45 P.M. Glenn's Cabs

"...It's usually six to twelve a group. These punks go through town causing trouble all over the place. Usually where you see the graphitti marks is where you should be sure you have links to the cops, because this ain't no green grass world, y'know? These kids kill people too." The taxi driver had an New York streek-like accent, slurring his words as hr drug on the cigar than hung blow his bush of a mustache. He peered at Shayne every so often through the rear-veiw mirror, looking to see if she was listening.
Truth was she was in and out. Her mind was elsewhere; someplace safer. Whoever this Shay was she'd hoped to God that he'd had a bathtub that worked and a bed or a couch. She never liked to start trouble, but the looks that she'd been getting so far were frightening her. All she wanted to do now was to get inside.
"So tell me, you a funny hunny or are you just bundled up for the hell of it?" The driver asked, looking yet again through the mirror at her.
She cleared her throat. "Huh?"
"You eat fish or hot dogs, answer the question."
"What the hell are you talking abou-"
"Are you gay!?" He exclaimed rudely, pausing at an stop sign.
Her heart ran cold. She was a deer and his gaze were the headlights, only his next response would be the critical hit. And that was something she wasnt going to take. Reaching into her pocket, she took out a twenty and thrusted it into the front seat, kicking open the door and darting out into the street, a blast of cold western winds hitting her face.
"Don't get killed, faggot!" The driver yelled after her, speeding away around the corner.
Shayne found herself panting for air. She'd ran, how far and to where she didn't know. The darkened sky made it hard for her to recognize any of the near-by buildings but she'd had enough sense to know that she was on a residential lot. The apartments were nearby.
She walked forward, pushing a hood over her head and shoving her hands into her pockets, striding foreward. The taxi had taken her a few good blocks so Shay's place shouldn't have been far off. He'd definately owe her big time for this, she thought grudgingly.
She crossed over a small hedge and into the parking lot. This was it...and if it wasn't it was going to be today. She was wiped.
Stomping out of the cold, dry air of July, she dug out her cell phone and went over to the first set of apartments, ducking behind small bushes at an on-comming group of younsters. As the phone rang, she noticed that the boys couldn't have been any older than sixteen. But she noticed one of them. The boy who'd smiled at her before. She slid down the wall and rested on her hindges.
"Yes, Shayne?" Alice asked, a little edge to her voice. She'd answered after the third ring.
"What's the number of the apartment? I don't know which building is which. I think they have letters on the side but I don't know."
"Well shit, Shayne don't they have lights where you can see anything, geez."
Come to think of it, Shayne thought hastily, there was none. There were stances where the lights should have been but the bulbs were broken. "Nope. Come on, address. I need to get inside, it's cold."
"Don't get your nippels all hard here it is. He's in apartment building..A 36. Happy?"
"I appriciate it. I'll call you later?"
"Depends on if I'm sleeping or not. I've been sorting out files all day and I'm pooped."
Shayne smiled. "Cute, hun. Bye." She hung up the phone and proped it open, using the LCD light to light her way down the alsphat path around the different apartment buildings. She'd spotted a dim grey 'A' on the building to the left. Opening the door, she looked around, placing her phone back into her pocket.
There was a door to the right and an upstairs. To the left, the door read '35'. Common sense led her up the stairs and to her right to door '36'. Her heart caught up when she'd heard a 'thump' behind the door.
Probably a lamp, she thought, giving the door two hard raps. She stood for a moment listening, then she'd looked through the peephole in the door, checking into the room. The peephole was too clouded to see, she'd saw, pulling away.
She knocked once, twice more, and listened again. All she heard was silence and a television set downstairs.
Nothing.
Turning around angrily she yanked off the hood, grabbing at her bangs.
"Can I help you?"
She looked behind her to see a thin young woman in a baby-blue cotton robe, leaning against the door frame.
"Oh.." Shayne muttered, admiring her trim, beautiful figure and gorgeous big, light gray eyes. She licked her lips and fumbled for words. "Do you know Shay?"
She nodded. "Why?" She asked edgily.
Shayne changed her posture and walked closer towards the door, clearing her throat, not focusing on the two nubs sticking their appearance through the thin cotton in the young womans robe. "Does he stay here?"
"Nope. He lives with Casper a ways away from here. Word on the street he's passing by here soon to get the rest of his crap. He used to stay here."
Shayne was bemused. The guy was staying with a... Casper, he used to stay here, and apparently he gets a word on the street. Just the fact made her skin crawl.
"Anything else I can do for you?" The young lady looked over her body, running her tongue along her thin lips. "My name is Sharon. I don't exactly own this place but I do for the night."
Shayne held her breath for a moment. She really needed a place to stay. And the streets weren't so promising. "Think you have any extra room for a night? I won't try anything I just need a place to stay for one night until he comes."
A flicker of light lit into her eyes and for the first time, she revealed a beautiful set of white teeth and she pulled her lips back into a smile. "Sounds interesting enough. Come on in. I didn't get your name?"
She pushed her way through Sharon and inside in the warm household. "Shayne. Nice place you got here..." The front room looked tidy compared to her apartment. The bed in the living room made no sense but beyond that point into the kitchen it seemed to all come together. The only light that stood was the one in the corner and the light reflecting from the TV.
Shayne put her bags down and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the mid-aged woman on television perform anal sex to another man with a strapped on dildo. Her brow arched and she stared at Sharon in disbelief. The young woman shrugged and sat next to her.
"Do you like what you see?" She asked, her voice oddly soft, tantalizing...arousing.
Shayne looked once more at the television, her mouth hanging open then at Sharon. "Uhm...uh..I don't know what to say." She chuckled nervously, Sharons body heat serving the warm spot below her bellybutton. "I don't watch porn."
Sharon looked confused. "Why not? It turns me on..."
Shayne thought to herself. She'd been in this type of perdicament before. You meet chick, chick introduces herself, she sweet talks you and before you know it you owe her money. Alot of money.
"Listen, I'm just going to go wash my face and brush my teeth. I'll sleep on the floor if you don't mind."
Shayne got up from the bed and dug out her toothbrush and toothepaste from her bag. She found her own way to the bathroom and took care of her buisiness. The bathroom was tidy enough to her surprise, despite the dozens of condom wrappers in the trash can.
By the time she made it out of the bathroom she dropped her toothebrush on the floor at what she saw before her eyes. It was a naked Sharon, her robe tossed to the floor, and her index and middle finger inbetween her legs.
The hotness between Shayne's legs all but decreased. Her mouth began to water and her heart sped up, the quickening pace of Sharon's breath throwing her sensible mind astray.
She gave in.
She removed her jacket and went to her aid. She straddled her, sitting atop of her legs and grabbing her hands in hers. To no surprise, her right hand was wet, which made her hot even more.
"Touch me Shayne..I wan't you to touch me."
As Shayne sighed into her ear, nipping at her earlobe, she licked her lips and bit into her lower lip. "I don't have any money to pay you."
Sharon sighed and sat up, looking into Shayne's eyes. "How much do you have, be honest."
Shayne grinned and shrugged. "Two-hundred. But that's only to get me here and back to California. Shay is the new manager of the dorm."
Sharon nodded and played with her bangs. "Wow, the little loser is going to be a big boy out in Cali, huh? Lucky bastard."
"You know him?" Shayne asked, leaning over to lean on her elbow, trying to ignore the burning heat inside her by only looking into her face.
She nodded. "We shared this apartment together once. He was too sweet of a guy and he wanted to lose his virginity with someone special so..I was out of the picture. Come to think of it...you look like him. Actually...you look alot like him."
"What's he look like?" Shayne asked, intrigued. "How old was he?"
"Shay is eighteen. He made that not too long ago. His hair is a little longer than yours so he looks a little feminine. Green eyes, very good to look at. But he'd a Casper fan."
"Who is this Casper? I take it he's not the ghost, right?" Shayne asked with mild sarcasm.
Sharon giggled. "No. He's this..drug dick who caught an STD from an old friend of mine. She died not too long ago."
"Geez...I'm really sorry."
Sharon waved it off and crawled underneath the sheets. "Take your shoes off. I'll let you relax for the night. You seem harmless and you really look like a buddy of mine."
Shayne kicked off her shoes and crawled underneath the sheets. "So...Casper. Is he croaking soon or what?"
Sharon giggled once more, followed by a short yawn. "Yeah. He's had it for a while. Shay was the one who took him to see the doctor after Amanda died. I don't think he has long but he's going to kill himself."
Shayne's throat went dry. "Are you fucking...dude, why doesn't anyone stop this?"
She shrugged. "No one but Shay cares about him. I mean...I don't see what he sees in him. He's raped me before, he's done every drug known to man, he killed most of the neighborhood animals. Don't ask how, you don't even want to know."
Shayne swallowed. "Wow, sick dude. Where are their parents?"
Sharon shrugged. "I have no clue. They stay in their own little community homes. Jay-Jay, this kid who passes around all the time, he ran away from home and he stays there with the guys. All they do is party, get high, and drink their lives away. I hang every once and a while but I don't stay. Being a girl, you'd he held hostage there."
"They have hostages?!" Shayne exclaimed surprised. Sharon put a finger to her lips and stroked her lower lip, starring into her eyes.
"They don't have any. They did have one or two a few months ago. It was some teenaged girl looking for a good time and Vato wouldnt let her go. She liked it though so it didn't really count as kidnapping."
"Where are the cops out here?"
"Donut shops. I'm serious when I say that. If you look at the shops its filled with cops. Some of the cops are cruising around every now and then but they don't do much. They only take people into consideration when there's been a murder.


(to be continued...)
*still workin on it no worries*