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Author Notes: Just some angst, as I've decided this section is seriously lacking in it. This is a one shot, and I'm sorry it's so seriously short. This is the first story I've posted on , so I hope you enjoy it!
The Great Pretender
Geoff was a really great actor, much better than the ones in the movies. He could make the people he knew believe that nothing was wrong with him. The party guy wasn't actually suppose to have any kind of problems, so Geoff didn't advertise his. His biggest problem was suppose to be what kind of salsa and chip combo to serve. He was the star quarterback, he was well liked, things should have been going much smoother for him. He adjusted his favorite cowboy hat sighing before forcing a grin for the random student who had given him a quick pat on the arm and smile.
None of his TDI friends questioned his rebounding spirit when Bridgette called it quits. Geoff had tried to be a really good boyfriend. He tried to make the distance work. He could not blame her however, when Bridgette broke it off because she couldn't handle the distance anymore. He had assured her that it was ok, and that they would still be friends. He only wanted her to be happy, and if she wasn't happy with him, he wanted her to find who she would be happy with. He didn't let anyone know how badly it had hurt him. He always knew somewhere deep down, he always liked her more, than she liked him.
No one knew that his father had lost his job. No one knew about the explosive fights that would erupt between his father and mother over his lack of new employment. He would never tell anyone how he tried desperately to shield his little brothers from the growing bitterness between their parents. His brothers were far from stupid however, and on more than one night, he found the youngest two teary eyed in his doorway asking to stay the night. Those nights he would not sleep, staying awake to chase the bad dreams of people arguing and screaming away. He wouldn't tell about his brother who was mentally handicapped and had become prone to violent fits. He had become dangerous to himself and his family. Geoff always had a good, often funny story about the scratches he would receive.
He could always assure people he was indeed fine even when he seemed pale and withdrawn. He always had the best excuses as to why he couldn't make a certain party. He had perfect reasoning as to why it seemed as if he might be loosing weight. He could always convince people he was fine. He was the party guy after all.
And everyone knows the party guy doesn't get to have problems.