He thought, yet again, about hitting the power button until his phone shut down. Or picking it up and throwing it out the window. He was in Montreal, in his apartment. The phone would never survive a fall from his floor, not even in its sturdy, practical case. He could shove it down his garbage disposal and turn it on until his sink spat fragments of glass and plastic across his counter. He imagined the noise it would make.
Shane wondered where the WAGs were getting their news. Probably Twitter. That was where Shane had seen it.
Mature, canon-divergence. Someone films Shane’s and Rose’s “break-up” conversation.
Such an incredible Shane POV of how his life goes to pieces – and what happens after. You can really feel how traumatic a forced outing is, especially for someone like him. Luckily he’s not alone – and then, he truly isn’t alone anymore, because when Montreal drops him, he ends up in Boston… And wow, I think my new favourite thing are fics where our boys end up on the same team!