After laughing their asses off and giving each other high fives. Zo and Shane staggered to their own rooms. Shane had found a new respect and accomplice in Zo. She knew that when Zo came back to L.A., they would be getting in a lot of trouble. She entered her room quietly and pulled her jacket off and threw it in a closet. Shane moved to the bathroom and turned on the light. She looked at her sparkling green eyes in the mirror and then realized she was hearing a guitar playing and Andie singing quietly. She pushed her suspenders off her shoulders and walked into the room.

Andie was sitting on the bed cross-legged with her back towards Shane. She was holding her guitar on her bare legs, still wearing the silky turquoise and black camisole. Shane smirked when she noticed Andie was wearing whitey tighty briefs. She stopped playing and turned around to look at Shane standing in the doorway.

Hey lady. Andie grinned in the beautiful way that Shane had come to think about constantly.

Hi. Shane smiled back. Whatcha playing?

Just some song Ive been thinking about lately. Andie started to take the guitar away, but Shane stopped her.

Play it for me. She smiled and moved to the chair in front of the bed.

Andie shook her head. Nah, its not ready.

Come on. Then play me something else. Anything that you love. Shane leaned back in the chair.

Andie thought for a moment and then seemed to come to a decision. She bit her full bottom lip that still had the deep wine stain color from her lipstick and then pushed back her coal hair behind her ears. She began to play the first chords and kept her head down to concentrate on the melody that she was playing. Shane memorized every way that Andie moved when she sang. She seemed almost shy to be singing privately for Shane. When Andies heart shaped mouth opened to sing the words to the song her voice was like velvet pouring onto the floor. Singing the sad song with everything that was in her. Her smoky eyes closed because she was not ready to look at Shane.

What happened to the world we painted?
The masterpiece of me and you.
Our work of art is all but faded.
And nothings here but the blues
Loves crumbling
Loves tumbling down