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Shane didn't expect he'd become fast friends with THE Rose Landry right after their first meet. He was very comfortable with her. She had that aura. She was also very good at reading people. Shane realised Rose would be an ideal girlfriend. But even Rose knew that's not what Shane wanted.
At a random evening dinner, "Are there like any gay Hockey players?" Her question was a very simple one. But it made him spiral. Rose, "Ah. Well lucky me. I found one."
In that exact moment Shane become Rose's gay bestie.
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Rose smacks her hand on the sofa, "Fuck him babe. Like not in literal sense but fuck him. I mean who the fuck does that?"
Shane says nothing. He continued to hang on to his can of ginger ale.
Rose, "Okay. I'm sorry but I gotta ask even though it's like intrusive. But what about after care?"
Shane sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
Rose rolled her eyes, "Words Shay! Use your words. Did he shower with you?"
Shane, "Not unless it's happening in the shower."
Rose mouths 'ohmyfuckinggod'
Rose, "He never gave you after care? "
Shane shook his head, eyes teary, "Last Vegas was hell. He just told me that he wants to sleep. I was so fucking sore."
Rose slams her wine bottle on the table and gets up to walk it off ,"Motherfucker!"
Shane, "It's not his fault Rose. I was willing. I went to him."
Rose, "Shane! Wake the fuck up! He treat you like a fleshlight!"
Shane, "Ouch."
Rose grabs his ginger ale off and hands him a glass of wine, "You need this babe! You need to get drunk."
Shane, holds the glass, "This isn't going to help me Rose. I'm fine."
Rose flops onto the sofa, "No you're not! You need to vent! And it's not just me. You have to tell someone."
Shane, "I can't. I won't do that to him."
Rose clinks her wine bottle to Shane's glass, "I'm not asking you to out yourself or him babe. You can still shit talk about him as if he's a girl."
Shane chuckles, "His name is Lily in my phone."
Rose grabs his phone and passes it to him, "There we go! Yes! BLOCK HIM. Now Shane."
Shane stared at her, "What?"
Rose, "Block him, get drunk and post about it."
Shane, "Are you mad?"
Rose takes a swig and sighs, "Okay, block Lily. Get drunk about Lily. Then hashtag the fuck out of Lily."
Shane stared at Rose then at his phone. He unlocked it and went to his contacts.
Lily.
Settings.
Edit.
Block this number?
Shane breathes out and pressed YES.
Shane looks up at Rose, "Okay."
Rose, "Okay?"
Shane smiling nervously, "Okay. Blocked."
Rose screams, "YES BABY!"
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[Rose posts picture of her with a red faced drunk Shane with teary eyes]
RoseLandryOfficial With ItsShaneHollander Getting my bestie drunk to heal his broken heart. Fuck that bitch Lily! I'll introduce you to my co-star HayleeLovelyPeterson. #FULily
Background music Lily Allen's Fuck you.
Comments Below:
Roseitsmejack - Wait you guys aren't dating?
XSquadgoals - Hold up! Hold up! What? I'm confused
Montereal0000 - Hollander got dumped?
561658461685468546 - Ha! Lame.
Voyageforyou - This is why we keep losing. You're crying over a girl with a girl. Get you head in the game man.
Hollanderho - @Voyageforyou FUCK OFF.
Shaneismybane - Oh baby. But we never broke up. Jokes aside, I hope you feel better Shane!
MVMVMVfan0101 - That sucks. Date Rose.
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Sebbin smiling wildly, "Wow. Check this out. Roz! Come on see this you guys."
Marlow with a towel hanging on his neck, "What is it now?"
Sebbin shows his phone to him, "Rose posted on Instagram."
Ilya rolled his eyes.
Marlow grinning, "What? Another date with the golden boy?"
Sebbin sharing the same grin, "No man. Hollander was dumped."
Ilya looks up. His heart racing. Rose dumped Shane?
Marlow whistles low, "That was fast. Now she's team single again?"
Sebbin laughs, "No man! She didn't dump him! They were never together! It's Hollander! He got dumped by some girl named Lily. Look, they're getting shit faced drunk."
Ilya races over and grabs the phone.
Sebbin, "Hey!"
Marlow peeks over, "Hastag FULily? Sheesh she posted his crying face. Damn."
Ilya sees Rose with her arm round a drunk red faced Shane while holding a wine bottle. He looked like he had cried alot.
Sebbin takes the phone away, "Getting my bestie drunk to heal his broken heart. Fuck that bitch Lily! I'll introduce you to my co-star HayleeLovelyPeterson. #FULily. Well damn bro. The comment section is wilding. Who in the right mind fumbles Shane Hollander?"
Ilya said nothing. His heart was racing. He could only hear Sebbin's words.
They were never together. He got dumped by some girl named Lily.
Marlow lightly pushes Ilya, "You okay man?"
Ilya says nothing as he walks over to his cubby to grab his phone.
Ilya, [Are you drunk?]
He waits for an reply.
Ilya, [Are you okay? Do you want to meet?]
No reply.
His finger hovers over the call button.
He bites his lip and press call.
Marlow and Sebbin gave each other a look and turned away from Ilya.
The call doesn't even ring. It goes straight to voice mail.
A female voice, "You've reached Hollander. Leave a message. Except you lily. You're blocked bitch."
Ilya stared at his in horror.
Ilya, "What the fuck?"