Title:
Screw the Wiseman
Rating:
R for language
Spoilers:
Brother's Keeper
Summary:
Darien realizes what happened at the end of Brother's Keeper.
Disclaimer:
Not my characters, please don't hurt me.
You
don't know I know.
You can't.
I
haven't brought it up, I haven't teased you about it. I've said nothing. Nada.
Zip…
A
wise man once said….fuck that…a wise man didn't have to deal with becoming
his
own dead brother every time he went to sleep. A wise man doesn't turn invisible
at
a whim. Fuck the wise man, he don't know shit.
*Sigh*
I'm
getting a little ahead of myself.
You
don't know I know.
When
I was done reading Kevin's letter; when I was done getting angry at him for
leaving
this fucking thing in my head; when I was done cursing his name and screaming
at
his grave, I was left to wonder, to wonder why, why in the name of all that is
holy, do I
have
watermelon chapstick on my lips?
I
was a shock really. This type of stuff could only have come from a girl. My
lips hadn't
been
chapped or anything, so how in the heck did Kevin get watermelon chapstick shit
on my lips?
The
next time that I got my shot, I smelt it. It was so close. I sniffed, my nose
rising in the air,
bumping
into your own. You pulled back, you nose all scrunched up in that
What-the-fuck-is-Darien-doing-now
Look. Your watermelon chapstick covered
lips
scrunched together in a thing, angry line.
That
could have only meant one thing…one sweat, tantalizing thing:
You
kissed Kevin.
Hot-god-damn,
you kissed me.
…
Cool.
