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Randy sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He stared at one of the pieces of broken mirror that landed by his feet. His reflection stared back at him almost menacingly. He went to kick it, but thought better of it when he realized it was glass.

A knock at the door startled his thoughts. "John…I swear to God, I will hurt you if you come back in here," he warned.

The knock persisted. He was going to fucking kill who ever the fuck that was. He stood up on his bed and avoided the glass. Jumping down he gripped the doorknob, but not before checking to see who it was.

"Fuck Shawn, I'm really not in the mood," he turned to go.

"Randy, open the door."

"No,"

"Randy open the fucking door,"

"No,"

"I will get a key," Shawn threatned threatened.

"And do what with it? Unlock me to death?"

"Smart ass, I just want to talk to you,"

Randy froze. He wanted to talk? What the hell did that mean? Shawn never wanted to talk. He couldn't have heard, could he have? Randy began to panic, he was so going to murder John for everything he put on him.

"Why?" His voice cracked and he cursed.

Shawn smiled from the other side of the door, "no reason…"

"Shawn, you never wanna talk…that means you want something, and I'm in no sharing mood."

"I don't want anything Randall,"

"Don't call me Randall,"

"I'll stop if you'll just open the door,"

"Why? Quite frankly, I'm enjoying this conversation…it's much more pleasant staring at a white door than your nasty face,"

"Ooooh, that almost hurt."

"Shawn…"

"Randall,"

Randy swung the door open catching Shawn completely off guard, not to mention, almost hitting him smack in the face with it. "Stop calling me Randall,"

Shawn strolled past Randy and into his room. He looked around, who the fuck died in here? "What's up with the mess?" He asked, avoiding the sharp objects on the ground.

"Nothing…now what do you want?" Randy asked, trying to look peeved, but was fucking scared shitless, but threw his hands on his hips for emphasis.

"What was all that about?" Shawn asked, pretending to not know anything.

"What was what?"

"All that yelling, I swear to God, you could hear it three stories down!"

"You could?" Randy squeaked.

Shawn nodded his head, laughing hysterically inside…this was sooo mean, he knew, but where was the fun in just straight on telling him he knew?

"Oh," Randy said finally, "it was nothing…just um…I…you know what? I don't really wanna talk about it," Randy concluded, his voice a couple of octave levels too high.

"Un huh, okay…" Shawn tried not to smile.

"Hmmm…processing…translation: I don't wanna tell you."

"Yeah, that too,"

"Ever?"

"Ever,"

Shawn nodded again. So Randy wasn't bent on telling the world. "Okay, well… I thought we could do it the easy way…but I guess not…"

"What? What easy way? What are you talking about?" Randy stammered.

"I know,"

"You know?"

"I know,"

"I mean, about what? What do you know exactly," Randy tried to cover up his slip.

"Randy, I know. I know everything,"

"How? Who?" Randy began panicking again.

"I heard and John," Shawn answered both questions.

Randy glared at Shawn, "John told you this?" Shawn could practically see smoke coming out of his ears.

"Yes, John…but only after overhearing and drilling it out of him. He didn't wanna tell me 'cause he knew you didn't want anyone to know."

"That asshole….after all he's done-"

"Yeah, I meant to ask you that….what exactly has he done?" Shawn cut him off, crossing his arms expectantly.

Randy stuttered a couple of times, trying to get the words out…practically spitting them he was so furious.

"He fucking-"

"Oh that's right. He fell in love with you, confessed his love to you, had his heart ripped out by not only his best friend but his….everything…and then had you start ranting on him. Oh yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot," Shawn interrupted.

"You don't understand," Randy spoke through clenched teeth. His jaw set and reset in absolute fury, he knew if Shawn so much as moved, his jaw would be knocked right out of its socket.

"No? I understand that you feel betrayed, that he didn't tell you, and damn man… that sucks the way you found out…by what you did was far worse than what he could have done to you. You turned your back on him…when he fucking needed you…"

"Yeah, fucking needed me alright," Randy laughed bitterly, his eyes narrowed into angry slits, " he needed me to be on top of him….or behind him for that matter."

"That's all you think it is, don't you? That he just wants to fuck you,"

"That's all I saw and heard, wasn't it?"

"What about the countless amount of times he tried to explain it to you?" Shawn asked, completely disappointed in his younger band mate.

"I learnt to block him out,"

"Asshole,"

"What?"

"Nothing," Shawn muttered.

"You sound like you want this to happen. That it's okay that he's a fudge packer, that he wants me…loves me…same difference….could you even be jealous?" Randy yelled pointing an accusing finger at Shawn

Shawn shook his head in frustration. He met Randy's blazing eyes, "that's what it is isn't it?"

"No you fucking idiot, that's not what it is. Although I personally don't fucking care what sex he prefers…all I care is that my brother is okay…that he's happy. What if it were a woman? What if John were a woman…. who'd been your best friend for a while? She finally confessed her love to you. Even if you didn't love her back, you'd stick with her… you wouldn't just leave her alone to fucking die inside."

Randy snorted, "John would sure make a pretty ugly woman."

"Randy, you aren't seeing the point," Shawn sighed exasperatedly.

"Don't you know who I am? I'm Randall, the guy that can't tell a point from a line, that can't deal with his own problems by HIMSELF!" Randy shouted so completely flustered he didn't realize he was crying. The tears simply streaming down his face, unnoticed.

Shawn stood up and wrapped Randy Into a tight hug. Randy struggled against his grip, but gave up exhaustedly. "Randy," Shawn whispered, " I know how hard it is, how fucking scary it is that John loves you. I wouldn't know what to do. But you…I mean, come on man, you're so strong. Don't do this to yourself, don't do this to John." Shawn murmured against his ear. "Talk to him, maybe you'll understand more, you guys can get through this together…like John and Randy Like Centon."

Randy pulled away from Shawn's comforting embrace, "I think you should leave," he whispered hoarsely.

"What? Randy…come on, you don't mean that…"

"Yes I do," his voice cracked as a sob escaped his throat. Shawn moved in to hug him once more, but Randy took a step back, pointing to the door and not looking at Shawn. "Just go."