#p:shane

[rosettephillipson-blog]

out the window - shane/rosette

As she moseyed on down the hallway, Rosette checked the bundle of goodies in her arms, making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything in her room. Popcorn packet...check, chocolates...check, movie...check, correct movie...double check. The arrival at Disland had been a whirlwind, Rosette barely had any time to spend with Morgan. In fact, this was probably the most time away they’d ever spent from each other. While, Rosette didn’t mind all that much, it felt a bit strange not having that constant interaction with her twin. Thankfully, tonight would remedy that unsettling feeling. 

Approaching Morgan’s door, Rosette performed the special knock the pair had been using since their earliest ages. Moments passed, and no one came. She couldn’t even hear rustling or a “hold on!” as would be expected from Morgan. Again, Rosette tried the knock, and again, no answer. Maybe she got held up, the blonde thought. Her sister was never one to live her life by strict times and deadlines, life took her where it pleased. Or rather, she grabbed life by its collar and enjoyed the ride. Waiting a few more minutes, Rosette pulled out her phone, texting her missing half. Now, Rosette is probably one of the most patient people out there. After sending the message, she waited for about a half hour before deciding to go about this a different way and made her way down the stairs to accomplish a new plan.

Praying that it wasn’t a cold night, Rosette was relieved when she discovered it was a warm evening, the weather had stayed true to its current summer identity. Counting the windows of the dorm building, Rosette identified what she believed to be Morgan’s room. She laughed to herself, as she had forgotten the room was on the second floor. Scanning the building, the princess realized there was ivy completely covering the base of it, perhaps it would be strong enough for her to climb. Only one way to find out. She stuffed the movie items in her pajama pockets, and slid off her slippers, gripping them with her teeth. It would be much easier to climb barefoot. 

Carefully, she grasped her fingers around the ivy, testing its strength, it seemed sturdy enough. Step by step, Rosette advanced up the wall. Fortunately, the journey wasn’t too long, only to the second floor. Once she reached the window, the next move was to figure out how to open it from the outside. Rosette jiggled the bottom of the frame, hoping it would budge. Little did she know, help was soon on the way...

[addisonjpg-blog]

drinks on me || addison&shane

Addison slipped on a casual romper and some strappy heels, knowing she’d probably regret wearing such aching shoes that would probably kill her feet by the end of the day, if she was planning on going out with Shane. Hopefully the alcohol she would soon consume, would numb away the pain. She quickly grabbed her things before making her way to the lobby, patiently waiting for the boy to arrive. She texted him to make sure he knew she was down there, waiting for him. Addison hadn’t gone out to explore Miami yet, so she was hoping she’d get to do just that. She didn’t want to miss a single spot in the city that she hadn’t touched. If it wasn’t for the show, she wouldn’t be doing things like living in marvelous cities and getting paid to have the time of her life. She considered it paradise, and she was going to take full advantage of it; afraid she would wake up from a sleeping curse, only to find out it was a dream.

jedishane

[littleleeland]

To Keep Such a Good Girl Down || Sane

Who: Sarah and Shane (also asshole, abusing drama teacher) Where: Sarah's dorm.  What: Sarah has an unwanted visitor, in comes the knight in shining armor.

Sarah hadn't been happy about him coming to New York, but she had thought she'd solved the issue. I'm afraid I can't see you, it's a really busy week. Yes I know I wasn't home for Christmas, I'm sorry. No, I can't come to your hotel, I would get lost in the city. But no, of course things couldn't go smoothly for her. He was coming over, to her dorm room. 

I'm sorry, I have to cancel tonight. I'm not feeling well. 

She hated lying to Shane and she felt awful for it, but she couldn't tell him about this. It was over, she had decided to end this, this would have to be the last time. Oh for heaven's sake, this should not be happening. 

It shouldn't, but there she was, with his hands all over her body, in her bed. He was whispering in her ear, and his breath against her skin made her feel sick, after all this time she still felt disgusted by it, even more so now than before. It would end though, soon it would be over and she would tell him it couldn't continue. That she wouldn't let it, even if it scared her to do so. 

Then the door opened, and for the first time ever she moved to try to push him off her. Only one person came into her dorm without knocking, and only because she'd told him he didn't need to. 

Oh God, Shane. Shane was here. 

[littleleeland]

What's it like in New York city? || Sarah and Shane

Where: The glorious city of New York Who: The hottest bitches at PAA, Shane and Sarah What: An amazing adventure to discover the streets of New York

So Sarah didn't usually wear makeup at all and she wasn't sure if the lip gloss she'd put on qualified as wearing makeup, but it did make her feel a little bit more pretty than usual. Until the moment she'd stepped out the door, then she'd felt like an idiot, why would he even notice and how stupid wasn't it to try to get the new guy to notice her, she didn't even know him. 

Once they'd met outside the school she'd calmed down though, after the awkward hello that is. Now they were walking side by side, Sarah pointing out things she liked along the way. 

"So don't go in the trap, across the street here is the coffee shop closest to campus, and it's cheap, but absolutely not worth it. The coffee there, it is really really bad" Sarah said, pointing to the place she was talking about.

[violet-farris]

birthday blessings // shiolet

Violet exited her car with a box of muffins in hand and knocked on the door of the Harborfield residence. She felt foolish, carrying muffins of all things. Birthdays were reserved for cupcakes, cakes, frosting and icing and sprinkles on top. And here she was. With the healthy and rather dim version of cupcakes. But she wanted to give Shane the best for his birthday, and she knew where to buy the best muffins after years of healthy living. She wanted to be there for his birthday. She wanted to celebrate with him, because his birthday was a reason to celebrate in her eyes. So when the door started opening, Violet set aside her sheepishness and slight embarrassment and put on a bright grin.

[aaron-collins]

Boys Just Wanna Have Fun || Shane & Aaron

The last text messaged buzzed in Aarons phone. The dark haired boy glanced quickly at the screen before tucking it into the pocket of his denim. Although completely unsure of Shane's intent, Aaron went along with his out of the blue decision to have fun. In some way, the other boy was right. College was supposed to push limits, and push you out of your comfort zone. The year was nearly over and Aaron hadn't done much of anything out of his comfort zone, nothing fun. That was what he came here to do, wasn't it? To fit in, to make friends, to be a normal college kid? A small exhale puffed effortlessly through his lips and he set out of his dorm room with every intent of pushing his own limits.

It wasn't long until he was standing outside of the other's door. The whiteboard that hung from the door clearly indicated who roomed there. Knuckles nervously wrapped against the wood and one last exhale flooded out. It wasn't too late to turn back. He could knock and ditch. It was still April fool's after all. Despite his gut feeling to turn around and go, the boy stayed and waited for the other to open.

[violet-farris]

ONE STEP → Shane Harborfield

TAGGING → Shane Harborfield

TIME FRAME →  After school

LOCATION → School auditorium

GENERAL NOTES → eeeeeeeeh!

In the middle of her freshman year, Violet's mother had gotten special permission from the principal to use the auditorium after school, every day, unless there was a special event going on. She hadn't asked Violet if she was okay with that, but it had happened; what could she do? In the end, it had proved useful. It was a stage to practice on, and the empty chairs were as good as any.

But today, the chairs wouldn't be quite empty. A certain Shane was supposed to be joining her; she wasn't sure if he'd be willing to actually dance with her or not, and she wasn't sure how she had ended up inviting him in the first place, but it had happened... besides, he was cute. Vaguely familiar, an unrecognizable face with eyes that she just couldn't place. But she felt this way about most boys, after dancing with so many and meeting so many. All of them, in the end, looked a little like each other.

She rushed to the auditorium after school the way she always did, ignoring the people around her. They didn't stop to say hello - neither did she. They were all used to her singular focus. In a few minutes she was dressed in leggings and a sports bra, hair tied tightly in a bun. She sat in the middle of the stage and stretched leisurely, caught up in a whirlwind of thoughts.

It wasn't her first time dancing for someone alone... but it happened rarely enough that she was a little nervous. She didn't just invite anyone to her practices, and she wasn't sure how it had even happened, really, but... it had happened. She was starting to regret it, due to the anxiety it brought on her, but it was done. Just had to keep one step forward.

[drrawsthorne]

Growing Pains || Shard (+Harley Holiday)

Richard regretted the suggestion the second he had made it. How on earth was he expected to take care of a child?! Not to mention one that seemed to hate him; the second Holly had handed over Harley to him while she visited Nick, the baby had started scowling at him and hadn't stopped. It was no use. He needed help with this, and there was only one person Richard could think of to help him. He carried the child to Shane's office - struggling to resist the urge to hold the thing at arms length - and knocked on his door with his foot. "Shane?" he called, a little desperately. "Help?"