After the spotlight (for bigkitty75)

[head_psychic]

Shawn sneaks inside, alone, careful not to be seen. His lower lip is caught between his teeth and he bites down the frustration from time to time to stay focused on not making a sound. He's breathing hard, he's close to panting, his emotions running high. The place is empty but it doesn't stop him from walking up the stairs as silently as possible until he's once more in the sofreakinavantgarde room of the loft. Now with the case closed they have to get their things and move out.

He's not sad about leaving this place. He feels bitter about it, he feels bitter about a lot of things right now. His head throbs with an aching pain that could also be a lump in his throat for all he cares. Which he does not, he doesn't care. At all. About anything. His dad with a hickey, I'm going on a second date with Susan, Susan, what kind of name is Susan anyway?

No, he can't, he can't deal with this, he can't, there's just no way in hell. Shawn accidentally knocks his bag over, his hands are shaking, he wiggles them a little to relax his tense muscles. He grabs the bag and puts it back on the bed, throwing his stuff inside, determined to pack and leave as soon as possible.

He really wants to get out of this place before any of those air-headed models drops by for further commentary.

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[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus isn't really mad anymore, he was. Oh, how he was.

He spent some time walking, alone, after that completely unnecessary wrap up that ended his chances... well, basically ended his little fantasy of being one of the 'in crowd'. Gus hurries back to the loft, needed to get his things and get out before he runs into any of the models. He's pretty sure they guys don't actually know what happened, their blank stares weren't really tracking the comotion of Shawn's speech, they'd been too busy texting each other. But all the girls knew he wasn't really one of them. And if Gus knows one thing, and only one thing about girls, it's that they spare no mercy when they think they've been made a fool of.

He takes the stairs two at a time, not paying attention to anything until he gets to his and Shawn's room. It's weird, to think he shared a room with Shawn this whole time, and probably seen less of him than any other time execpt when one of them was on a trip or something.

Gus walks into their room and stops, Shawn's already here. Packing. Gus opens his mouth to greet him, but... can't. He shuts it, and slowly goes over to start removing his own things from the closet.