~Chapter 6~
It was late at night and finally almost everyone had left to go back to the hotel. Now Sean had some time to think, which was good, because he had a lot on his mind. It hadn't taken him very long to discover that he had feelings for Joanie, which wasn't good, however, it is what it is. He was really upset because of everything that had been going on with Joanie and Paul; it had affected Joanie very much and Sean felt that she didn't deserve it. So maybe he was in love with her...okay, forget the maybe, he definitely was, no doubt about that. But he wouldn't tell anyone, especially not Kevin and Scott, because he knew that if he did, everyone would wind up knowing, including Paul. He felt guilty for falling for his best friend's girlfriend, but things didn't seem to be going to well for Paul and Joanie so he really wasn't that worried. Sean yawned and was brought out of his thoughts. He decided that he better get going, and so he did.
Joanie had been waiting for Paul for two hours. She had no idea where he was, he hadn't called or anything, and she was getting annoyed. Joanie looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, and tried to decipher the blurry numbers. Her eyes were getting sore from constantly looking at the clock and then the door, waiting for Paul to walk in. 2:57 in the morning. Joanie was getting tired and was ready to fall asleep when, suddenly, Paul emerged from the door she had been watching for a few hours now. "Finally! Where were you, Paul?" "Um.how's your arm?" He asked, trying to change the subject. "Fine. Now where were you?" "You, know, you look really beautiful tonight." He said, kissing her. But it wasn't going to work. "Paul?" "You look tired." "Well, I'm not." "But I am. So I'm gonna get some sleep. We can talk in the morning, okay?" "No, it's not okay. Paul, what's going on? Why can't you tell me where you were?" "I can." "Go ahead, then. Nothing's stopping you." "I was um.out." "Out where?" "Out.with Vince. Yeah, I was out with Vince." "Doing what?" "Talking." "About?" "Important matters. Nothing that really matters." "You weren't with Vince." "Yes, I was." "No, you weren't." Joanie tried to quickly think of all the places he could have been. Then it hit her. "You were with Stephanie, weren't you?" She asked, her voice growing shakier with each word. "Um..yeah, I was." Paul admitted; sounding defeated. "Paul, how could you do this to me?" Joanie asked as tears formed in her eyes. "I dunno.I just.I." "Get out." "What?!" Paul asked, incredulous. "You heard me. Get out." "Fine, but you're nothing without me, Joanie," were his final words as he stormed out of the room. Joanie collapsed against the door, sobbing.
Sean had just arrived at the hotel. As he was walking through the hallway to get to his room, he saw Paul, walking as fast as he possibly could, and he had his bags with him. "Paul, what's going on?" "Huh?" Paul said, just brushing past Sean. He grabbed Paul's shoulder, forcing him to stop. Paul then turned to face Sean. "Where are you going?" "To my room," he said, his voice heavy with anger. "What about Joanie?" "What about her?" Paul asked, and was on his way. It didn't take Sean long to figure out that something terrible had just happened.
Sean rushed to Joanie's hotel room as fast as he possibly could. He pounded eagerly on the door, awaiting a response. "Who is it?" "It's Sean." "Come in." Sean came in and saw that Joanie was crying. He pretty much knew what happened, but decided to ask anyway. "So, what happened?" "Paul left.he was with Stephanie." "I'm so sorry." "It's not your fault," she said, wiping away a tear. "I just can't believe this is happening." Sean really didn't know what to say to that, but just simply wrapped his arms around her and held her.
It was late at night and finally almost everyone had left to go back to the hotel. Now Sean had some time to think, which was good, because he had a lot on his mind. It hadn't taken him very long to discover that he had feelings for Joanie, which wasn't good, however, it is what it is. He was really upset because of everything that had been going on with Joanie and Paul; it had affected Joanie very much and Sean felt that she didn't deserve it. So maybe he was in love with her...okay, forget the maybe, he definitely was, no doubt about that. But he wouldn't tell anyone, especially not Kevin and Scott, because he knew that if he did, everyone would wind up knowing, including Paul. He felt guilty for falling for his best friend's girlfriend, but things didn't seem to be going to well for Paul and Joanie so he really wasn't that worried. Sean yawned and was brought out of his thoughts. He decided that he better get going, and so he did.
Joanie had been waiting for Paul for two hours. She had no idea where he was, he hadn't called or anything, and she was getting annoyed. Joanie looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, and tried to decipher the blurry numbers. Her eyes were getting sore from constantly looking at the clock and then the door, waiting for Paul to walk in. 2:57 in the morning. Joanie was getting tired and was ready to fall asleep when, suddenly, Paul emerged from the door she had been watching for a few hours now. "Finally! Where were you, Paul?" "Um.how's your arm?" He asked, trying to change the subject. "Fine. Now where were you?" "You, know, you look really beautiful tonight." He said, kissing her. But it wasn't going to work. "Paul?" "You look tired." "Well, I'm not." "But I am. So I'm gonna get some sleep. We can talk in the morning, okay?" "No, it's not okay. Paul, what's going on? Why can't you tell me where you were?" "I can." "Go ahead, then. Nothing's stopping you." "I was um.out." "Out where?" "Out.with Vince. Yeah, I was out with Vince." "Doing what?" "Talking." "About?" "Important matters. Nothing that really matters." "You weren't with Vince." "Yes, I was." "No, you weren't." Joanie tried to quickly think of all the places he could have been. Then it hit her. "You were with Stephanie, weren't you?" She asked, her voice growing shakier with each word. "Um..yeah, I was." Paul admitted; sounding defeated. "Paul, how could you do this to me?" Joanie asked as tears formed in her eyes. "I dunno.I just.I." "Get out." "What?!" Paul asked, incredulous. "You heard me. Get out." "Fine, but you're nothing without me, Joanie," were his final words as he stormed out of the room. Joanie collapsed against the door, sobbing.
Sean had just arrived at the hotel. As he was walking through the hallway to get to his room, he saw Paul, walking as fast as he possibly could, and he had his bags with him. "Paul, what's going on?" "Huh?" Paul said, just brushing past Sean. He grabbed Paul's shoulder, forcing him to stop. Paul then turned to face Sean. "Where are you going?" "To my room," he said, his voice heavy with anger. "What about Joanie?" "What about her?" Paul asked, and was on his way. It didn't take Sean long to figure out that something terrible had just happened.
Sean rushed to Joanie's hotel room as fast as he possibly could. He pounded eagerly on the door, awaiting a response. "Who is it?" "It's Sean." "Come in." Sean came in and saw that Joanie was crying. He pretty much knew what happened, but decided to ask anyway. "So, what happened?" "Paul left.he was with Stephanie." "I'm so sorry." "It's not your fault," she said, wiping away a tear. "I just can't believe this is happening." Sean really didn't know what to say to that, but just simply wrapped his arms around her and held her.