-

the next few moments were ones both anya and shawn wanted to forget completely. shawn was confused to why he was slapped, and told to fuck off, and anya was beyond angry. shawn had cost her a relationship, and a good one at that.

"i can't believe you!" anya screams, as soon as the door shuts. "i go around heartbroken for months! months, shawn! only to find out you drove jason and i apart? i can't even look at you right now!"

"who told you?" shawn presses, suddenly nervous and scared.

"who do you think?" she yells. "why, shawn? why?" she shouts, making shawns ears jump slightly.

"i didn't think he was gonna-"

"oh really? so what were your intentions when you said bad things about me to my fucking boyfriend? i was in love, shawn! you fucking dick!" she cries, her eyes bright red and puffy.

"i-"

"no!" she yells again. "you cost me my fucking relationship! i hate you!"

"anya," he breathes out, slightly calmer this time. "i didn't realise he was actually gonna break up with you, you can't blame me."

"but you still turned him against me!" she wails, throwing her hands up in the air. "i was a slut, right? how? i only slept with one person! the definition of a slut is someone who sleeps with lots of different partners, and frankly if we're slut shaming, you're the one who's a fucking slut."

"what do you want me to say, anya? i'm sorry for something i did three years ago? i was a mess at that time, i was losing laur!" he yells back.

"you didn't have to ruin my relationship too!" she screams back, her shoulders shaking with her cries. "what did i fucking do to you to hate me that much?"

"you just being here makes me want to gorge my eyes out!" he yells loudly, making anya jump. "you're always around here, thinking you own the fucking place, walking around like you're-like you're some sort of queen! who made you the fucking queen?"

"oh so now i have a song written about me?" she yells, scoffing after. "you really are a mess, shawn. no wonder why you can't stick with a girl. no one would ever want your pathetic excuse for an ass and not to mention that tiny-"

"enough!" shawn screams, louder than both of them put together. "don't you fucking dare bring my relationship status into this, anya."

"why? are you afraid that i might out your secret of you ruining a relationship, ruining your friendship with me, writing a song about an old friend, the pain you caused me, oh, and your slutty behaviour? you're pathetic, shawn. i can't believe you." she shoots back. "because i can do all of that. i can easily put a video out explaining exactly why we never talk to each other, and why there is always so much distance between us. you say the word, and i'll do it."

"fine then, do it! you wouldn't even have the guts to," he scoffs, leaning against his kitchen counter. "you know what, anya? just get out."

the door bursts open and ian comes storming in with anger, making anya gasp almost immediately.

"are you seriously fucking making her look like the bad person?" he bursts at shawn, breathing heavily and clenching his hands into fists. "you really are fucking pathetic, i don't even feel sorry for what i'm about to do," he mutters, before raising his fist and landing a punch right in the middle of shawns nose. shawn lets out a groan almost immediately, blood shooting out and coating his fingers.

"ian!" anya gasps, running towards shawn, and cradling his face in her hands.

"what are you doing?" he shoots at her, as ian shakes his head, being pulled back by brian and jon.

"i'm first aid trained, you dipshit," she sniffles, examining his nose for any breaks. "nothings broken, just keep your head tipped, and hold a tissue on it to block the bleeding. ice too." she mumbles, making shawn look at her curiously. he couldn't deny that she was the most caring soul that ever stepped onto planet earth. he knew she was, and that's what he was so annoyed about. after everything he had done, he knew that she wanted nothing more than to simply be friends with shawn, but he was too scared to let that happen.

"yeah," he nods, looking at her beautiful eyes. "thanks."

"no problem," she mumbles, looking away from him. "i'll see you tomorrow," she says, referring to the flight they're taking to amsterdam, and the rest of europe for the festivals there. she slips away from him, walking with lauren back to her condo, the boys staying in shawns to talk to him, and also to ask why he's acting the way he is.

the reason he gave them shocked them all, and not in a good way.

-

anya sighed yet again, trying to lug her three suitcases out of the door, along with trying to put her backpack on, and lock up her condo at the same time, whilst on the phone to her dad.

"dad, i'll be back in like september, just water my plants for me, okay?" she says, dragging one suitcase out. "just don't over feed them, don't worry i left instructions in the kitchen."

"alright sweetheart, have fun in europe, and tell shawn to lighten up a bit, or slap him. either one works," her dad tells her, making her laugh.

"dad!" she laughs. "i already did, anyway, i'll see you soon."

"okay pumpkin, call me when you get to europe. or your mom. either one of us, we both don't leave the house," she laughs again, nodding, but then realising he can't see her.

"alright, i love you guys," after a quick goodbye, she hangs up, and slides her phone back into her pocket, continuing to tug on the suitcases, still struggling since the wheel on one of them broke.

"need any help?" she hears from behind her. she turns around, seeing shawn holding onto one of his suitcases, as she sighs softly.

"i'm fine," she mumbles, heaving it up and outside of the door, so she's able to close it and lock the condo.

"here, let me grab the broken one," he offers, leaning down and effortlessly picking it up, leaving anya with the two that she can wheel.

"thanks," she mutters, avoiding eye contact with him. "where are your other bags?"

"already in the taxi," he answers, following her down the corridor to the elevator. "here, you take this lift, i'll wait for the next one, and bring you down your bag."

"there's plenty of space for the two of us, shawn," anya tells him, moving her bags into the lift, and then getting in, leaving a large gap for shawn.

"i know but i didn't realise you wanted to- never mind," he sighs, getting into the elevator. "anya, can we talk about last night?"

"what's there to talk about? i found out what i needed to, and you got punched in the face," she answers simply, folding her arms against her chest.

"i know, but i still feel bad about things, i don't want us to go to europe still hating each other. i know the boys will be there, but i don't want you to feel like you can't talk to your friends because of me."

"what made you think that i won't talk to them?" she pesters. "just because we're not talking doesn't mean i won't talk to the rest of our friends."

"i know that, but-"

"so why did you ask?"

"i'm scared, anya," he cuts her off, his voice completely soft. "i don't want us to be like this anymore. i'm scared."

"why?" she asks gently, kind of shocked to see this new side of him. "i can't forgive you for what you did."

"i'm not asking for you to forgive me, i just want us to be okay with each other's presence," he sighs. "i know what i did is hard to forgive, but i am sorry." she doesn't answer him, and he sighs as the elevator doors open. "i just hope we can move on."

"hmm, yeah, move on," she mutters quietly to herself, as he leaves the lift, going outside to hail a taxi for anya. the taxi arrives, and shawn helps her to put her bags in.

"i'll see you in a bit, yeah?"

"you wish," she answers, getting straight into the car, and telling the driver the location. "hey, sorry about that," she chuckles gently at the driver. "toronto pearson, and make it fast please."

"boyfriend troubles, miss?" the driver asks, turning out of the road, making anya snort loudly.

"god no, he's my neighbour and apparently i work for him too. we're part of the same friendship group also, it's all messed up," she explains. "i just want to avoid him."

"sounds harsh," the driver chuckles.

"trust me," she says. "it is."