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    Stricken. Chapter 3

    Story written on March 6, 2008 by gottheJACK.
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    REEAAAD and you won’t need a summary.

    Stricken chap 3


    Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!


    Carmen saw Shane come out of The Planet door. She just got done with her photoshoot two hours ago.


    I look like shit, already.


    Carmen caught a glimpse of herself in a car window.


    Does she recognize me, or is this just coincidence?


    "Carmen!"

    Carmen stopped, like a deer in the headlights of a ford built Ford tough!
    …….Fucking advertising.


    Carmen turned around fixing her hair, Shane was four or five feet behind her.

    Shane: Hey, what’s up?

    Carmen:You chased me out of a cafe to ask what’s up?

    Shane: Uh huh

    Carmen: Not much, then. (Laughs) I was in the neighborhood. Decided I was thirsty.

    Shane: Oh (trying to keep her breathing under control) That makes sense…. well…what are you doing later? Maybe you could come back here tonight, if you happened to get thirsty again. Kit has a lot of drinks here.

     

    Carmen smiled, cute, but she remembered her promise to her sister.

    Carmen: I’m sorry, I have to watch my nephew. My sister is a bartender, and of course she works nights and I try to help her out occasionally.

    Shane: Oh, well of course. You seem like a nice person, and nice people do nice things like that.

    Carmen: Maybe I could take a rain check?

    Shane: Carmen…this is L.A., how often does it rain here?


    Damn…

     


    Carmen: Touché, (Laughs) Give me your number. I’ll call you when i’m done babysitting.

    Shane: Awesome.

     

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    Alice is attempting the knitting once again when Shane sits back down. Al jumps in shock and yelps in pain.

    Shane: What?

    Alice:Fuckin stabbed myself. Ok. Another reason this shit sucks, it’s dangerous!! Fuck mace i’ll carry one of these around.

    Shane: (Laughing) Are you Ok?

    Alice: Fine, how is your girlfriend?

     

    Shane stares at Alice and Alice rolls her eyes.

    Alice: Ok Ok. I’ll stop it. But what happened. Did you ask her out.

    Shane: Oh yeah, either that or I just made a really late hair appointment…

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    Carmen tucked her nephew, Drew, into bed and turned off his bedroom television. She straightened up, picking trucks up off the floor and tossing clothes in the hamper. She heard the front door click shut and she walked out into the living room. Her sister sat right down on the couch and ripped her boots off.

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