A/N: Kudos to roxylover330 for catching my song. Thanks much. So here's the second part of the preview. R and R por favor.
"Don't talk to me you filthy slut." Sean growled at Ellie.
"What?" she whispered back, stopping dead in her tracks.
"You heard me. You sleep with him and he what, pays your bills?" he looked down their perfect little picture wrapped in it's perfect little frame and began to tense his jaw. "Tell me I'm wrong Ellie. Tell me that you two aren't together," he picked up their picture, "Tell me this isn't how it looks."
She said nothing. He swallowed a hard lump in his throat.
"I thought so." He was barely resisting the urge to hurl the frame at the nearest wall. Instead, he slammed it on the table, cracking the glass.
He couldn't be there. Not right then, not with what had been going on when he was gone. He turned and made for the doorway.
"Sean, I can explain," Ellie started after him again.
He stopped in the doorway for a second, almost wanting to believe that there was a good reason for what went on. Then he slammed the door so hard the walls shook.
He wasn't sure how he'd done it, but he had found himself at the train yard. By the time he'd gotten there, all of the anger had burned itself away, leaving him empty and numb. He sat down on a rail and tried to sort in his head, all the things that had happened that day. Whether he was trying to figure it out, or to forget it, even he didn't know. He'd been sitting for not even five minutes when heard someone trudging up behind him. He didn't even have to look to know who it was and why he was there. And even as Kevin sat down beside him, Sean couldn't bring himself to look at his life long friend.
"Hey Sean. Are we gonna talk about this?" Kevin whispered to him.
At that moment, Sean visualized their picture. And discovering that his anger hadn't completely burned itself away.
"I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to talk about her, and I really don't want to talk to you." Sean pushed through gritted teeth. "Just leave me alone. I want to be alone."
"Yeah, okay," Kevin said back in an understanding soft tone, "And I'll just be alone with you."
Sean sat in that one spot, head hung, for an hour not saying anything, still trying to wrap his head around it. How could this happen? His best friend and the girl that he loved. How could this happen?
Sean Kevin paced behind Sean, he paced in front of Sean; he threw rocks down the tracks and finally came to rest on the rail across from Sean.
The sun was sliding down behind the old abandoned train cars when Sean whispered one word, and just one word, "When?"
"What?"
"When. When did this happen?"
Kevin stood up, letting loose the dirt clot he was holding in his hand, "It was a couple of weeks after I moved in," he walked across the wooden planks and sat down again next to Sean, "That's when I realized the she was everything you said she was."
Sean's head dropped down between his shoulders, and he felt his eyes burn as hot tears fell from them.
"Is she just… are you two…" Sean couldn't finish the question. He has already accused her of what he was thinking earlier that day, and he couldn't do it again.
"No, she's not like the others. There's something about her. She's I dunno man."
"Do you love her?" It was the hardest question to ask, mostly because he was scared of the answer. He wanted so much for Kevin to say no, for him to say that it was just a crush, or a fling, or anything.
The question hung in in the rapidly cooling air.
Kevin let out a deep sigh, "Yeah, I do."
Sean was crushed, but even still, he looked at Kevin through tearful eyes and whispered, "Okay"