Tonight, you're pissed at Shauna Shipman.

It's the alcohol that's making you think about her, even if it has been years since you and her talked last. The more shots you take, the more it feels like you should call her and ask why she pushed you away and why she can't just talk about her feelings instead of being a big baby.

Because why couldn't she just admit she liked you? Why'd she have to shut you out and leave you alone for the past three years?

You pick up your phone. Shauna's still on speed dial. You're too wasted to even think about what you're gonna say if she picks up. It doesn't even hit you that she does pick up until she's huffing into your ear and asking if you're there.

"What's your problem?" you say, pointing at her like she's physically there with you.

"Excuse me?" she asks, all anxiety about you calling after all these years replaced by annoyance. But still, something tugs at her heart at the sound of your voice.

"You don't know how to talk about your feelings. You pushed me away because you were scared." you ramble drunkenly, flopping down on the couch when you start to get dizzy from all the shots you took before this.

Shauna pauses, feeling her mouth go dry at what you're insinuating. Did...you know? She sits up straighter and frowns, trying to swallow all these old feelings that she can feel surface back up. "I wasn't scared."