Okay another chapter! THis chapter basically SHAWN IS THE ONE THAT KNOWS! AND ONLY KNOWS! ENJOY!

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I slammed the door shut behind me so Randy wouldn't be able to see we were caught.

Maybe…maybe he didn't hear anything. Yeah, that's it! Maybe he needed to talk about something else. My heart was pounding hard against my chest, but I took a deep breath. He's so not going to see me freakin', actually…fucking petrified now that I think he may know. Does he know? Holy fuck…what happens now? He's going to turn his back on me, just like Randy. The familiar feeling of threatening tears came back as I brushed by him, not saying a word.

"Yo…come on man, wait up." He called after me, jogging to catch up. I walked faster. "You're gonna talk to me about this whether you like it or not."

I glared at him, slipping my keycard into the slot (Randy had made me get another room) and turned the knob. "No I don't," I said before I shut the door in his face. Man, that was harsh…but right now, I couldn't deal with it. It had only been a couple of days since one person found out, and frankly, I can't go through that again.

The pounding on the door didn't cease and it was driving me crazy. I couldn't even concentrate. Fuck him. I threw the door open, "WHAT?" I barked.

He didn't even look taken aback as he past by me into my room. "It all makes sense now,"

"Fuck you,"

"No see, I bet you would like to though," he tried to joke with a smirk on his face. That joke was getting old, I rolled my eyes and closed the door that I was still holding on to.

"You need me. See, you need someone to talk to you, that won't shut you out the way he did. You know I'll always be here for you man, I'm totally cool with it. Just talk to me."

I looked up, he was sitting calmly on my bed, rubbing the spot beside him so that I would sit down. I hesitated, did he really mean that? I approached him slowly. He was right. I needed to talk to someone. It was killing me.

"There you go man, now tell me…when'd this start? Start from the beginning," he assured me, rubbing my knee.

I stared at his hand, so reassuring. He didn't have to do this. I was an asshole, I didn't tell him anything, I didn't tell my brother… one of the most important people in my life the most important thing in my entire life, and he was sitting here, trying to get me to talk to him. I burst into tears and fell into his welcoming arms.

"Sh…it's okay," he began smoothing out my hair. I think I made sense, through my sobs as I explained to him everything that happened. He rubbed my back reassuringly the entire time. Once I was finished, and my tears stopped, I broke the embrace and looked at him, why wasn't I in love with him?

"If I had found out that you wanted to fuck me the way Randy did, I don't think I'd be here right now either," he answered my unanswered question. I blinked. "He just needs time, you know that…it was a lot to take in, and the way he found out? That's harsh. Especially if his best friend forgot to mention the hugest thing in his life to him. He feels like he's been betrayed, that you never trusted him…"

"But if you feel like that, shouldn't you be sad? Not angry?" I asked quietly.

"You know that's the way he masks his pain," I nodded. Completely true. I even thought that before, I guess I just couldn't admit it to myself.

"So what do I do?" I whispered, afraid of his answer.

"Move on," he answered. I stared at him, completely shocked. Move on?

"Move on? Are you crazy? I've known this kid for a decade, I need him in my life and recently, it's been more than that…I need him to breathe. And he just ripped away my oxygen just like that and you expect me to keep living without it?"

I blinked. Wow. That was deep. Nice analogy. But it was exactly how I felt. He was silent for a moment. Thinking about it, so I had made sense. "I honestly don't know man, I'll have to think about it. If it was some girl and me…it'd be different. I mean, it's happened and I've dealt with it, but this is different. He's important, not just some chick. Let me think about it and take it all in," he smiled and got up off the bed. He walked to the door and opened it.

I jumped off my bed and ran to him before he got a chance to walk out the door. I never got the chance to thank him. "Thank you. Thank you sooo much," I cried as I grabbed him into a bear hug. He patted my back sweetly and pulled away. "Thank you for letting me be me, for accepting me."

"What? Man…don't talk like that. I'd never not let you be you, I'd never not accept you. No one should let you be you. You just be you and see what happens then."

I smiled, "like you?"

He tipped his tinted black sunglasses down his nose and smirked, "exactly."