Things Changes

I don't own anything

Setup:  This takes place as Kay and Miguel stand outside the cave on Valentines Day, I am not mentioning the DNA test they are trying on John, but will try to inform you guys of any thing before I leave it out.

Kay's POV

I don't know how or why it started, but as I stood outside in the freezing cold on Valentine's day with Miguel, the man of my dreams. IT happened.

I started to ask myself how I got here.

I am an attractive, smart, nice (when I'm not scheming), good girl, and here I stand on a day known for lovers while the man I love searches for his "true love" Charity.

Sure we are on a "date," but he's only doing it to make Charity jealous. It's not like he wanted to go out with me as his first choice, if he had his hearts desire he would be staring into the vacant eyes of my crazy cousin.

Then I began to think back on more occasions like this one:

The mineshaft where, all three of us were trapped but his focus was on the welfare of the girl that tried to strangle him.

Warlock Island, where I dangled inches above death as he tried to leave me to find out IF Charity was in danger. Had it not been for Jessica, Reese, and Simone, I would have fallen to my death, all the while he focus remained on her.

Then my mind starting playing a romantic drama where Miguel and Charity stared as the super couple, while I played background extra.

Then "IT" that had started suddenly name " Hatred." I Hated Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald. Sure I had done some bad things in my life, but he threw our friendship aside for some demented anorexic blonde.

Of course Charity, if I were to be honest, I would have to say that even though she is stupid, annoying and crazy, she loves me and would rather face death then hurt me. The deluded little Girl Scout probably would have given me Miguel if I asked her. 

But Miguel had chosen Charity over me; he even had the nerve to tell that had she never come he would have picked me, like some damn consolation prizes.

Standing here, knowing what I now know, I had to leave.

"Miguel" I said trying to keep the anger out of my voice. " I think I should go home, you know get out of the cold, and see if Charity is home." I waited holding my breath for him to give me a reason to love him again.

"Yeah, okay if she's home call me on my cell"

I waited in vain.

As I started walking home, I began thinking about my current life and what I had become. I am currently in a "relationship" with a guy I don't love to make a guy I hate jealous, I have gone to unbelievable lengths to dispose of my cousin, I have alienated myself form loved ones and anything non-related to Miguel, in a 2 year long quest for Miguel.

Miguel, cute, sexy, but dumb as pile of rocks Miguel.

I sold my soul to win the love of a man that waited three years to ask me out only to scrap the idea after a one minute meeting with a blonde.

Upon reaching my house I looked into the window and saw my "newest" brother John sitting on the coach looking at family photos. 

" Great, after the a day of fist fights, dirty dancing, and painful ephinays, I have to come home to A "Ricki Lake" special guest."

I open the door slowly praying to the god of rough days that I can sneak upstairs and began changing my life without talking to my newest nightmare.

"Hey Kay"

And again my prayers go unanswered; I'm starting to think they're blocking my number.

"Hi, John, having fun? Good, see ya later"

"Wait Kay, I want to speak to you about something"

"OK, what?"

" Well, I talked to Mom that other day and she said you were having some problems in school lately "

That's an understatement. Since my campaign to win Miguel I haven't cracked a book in ages, thankfully I've been getting by, but what college is going to take a student that goes from 4.0 to 2.0, with dozens of absents, where the notes include words like "hell," 'demon,' and 'warlock.'  But there is no way I Charity's closet that I am going to tell John boy that.

" I'm doing okay, John"

"Well, doing okay is fine, if that's what you, but I just wanted you to know that if you wanted to improve your grades and transcript, that I am here to help you."

" What do you mean help?"

"Well, maybe you and I could work together on your studies or on some college applications, or maybe we could just hang out and get to know each other."  " I know that this whole half-brother thing has come as an upsetting surprise and that you really don't want another brother, but maybe you could like as a friend instead of brother."    

Suddenly I felt this bad feeling at the pit of my stomach, I had discovered a while ago hat this feeling was guilt. I felt guilty for making John feel unwelcome in a place where he should feel cared for and accepted, after feeling that way with Miguel and Charity I knew how that felt, and made plans to change the way I treated John.

" You're right John, I haven't been that welcoming to you, and I want to make up for that." That enlisted a huge grin form my newest brother, and I felt happy and overjoyed that I could cause that kind of happiness in another person. " But, I should try to beef up my transcript so how about I take you up on your offer for help with school."

"Great, you look tired and a little cold, so why don't you go rest for awhile, then maybe come back and give me some commentary for this picture I found.'

At that moment I felt sad again, after all Miguel who had know me my whole life hadn't figured out that I was tired, but John my the newest addition to my family and had known me less then a month and could not only tell I was tired, but cared.

" You alright Kay? " "Do you want to talk about something?" "I am a good listener."

" No, I'm not okay, but I am going to take a shower, and then come back so I can do that commentary and maybe we can talk."

" Sure, I'll be here when you get down, do you want me to make you something to eat, a sandwich?"

"Okay" I turn and sprint up the stairs trying to think of what to say.

Standing under the hot water, I decide that the best way to start my new Miguel free life is to do what Father Lonigan said to do, and be honest. John seems like a good place as any to start.

" Well he will either embrace me, or run screaming."

Coming downstairs into the kitchen I see that John has already made me a sandwich, and as I sit down he comes back in with the photo album.

"So, you want to talk first or do commentary?"

"Talk first" I say preparing myself for the worst, and as John makes himself comfortable, I start to tell him everything. My feelings for Miguel, my jealously toward Charity, my plots, my schemes, my feelings about him and Ethan, I leave nothing out, but not trusting myself to look at him.

As I finish I finally look up at John, and what I see shocks me to my core.