Lies
Shawn could hardly think about anything else as he drove numbly down the highway. How could he have let this happen? There were about a hundred times during the course of the night when he could have stopped himself, talked some sense into himself. But he didn't have much of that, and that was why he was in this situation.
Shawn reached the apartment, and looked up at the window. It was dark. Maybe Jack was still asleep, and hadn't even noticed he was gone. Perhaps this was it. He would never talk to anyone about this, and it would be like it had never happened.
Shawn stepped inside the apartment. Cautiously, he made his way to his room.
"Where've you been, Shawn?" Jack was sitting crouched on the sofa, and he didn't look at his brother.
"George's, like I said," Shawn responded dumbly. "He said I could spend the night."
"I'm not stupid," Jack countered, getting up from his seat. "You were with a girl, weren't you?"
Shawn hadn't expected this. "Are you serious?" He tried to act as genuine as he could. He'd never been very good at pretending.
Jack nodded, his hands folded across his chest.
"You don't even know me," Shawn yelled, and slammed the door on his brother's face.
He staggered onto his bed and began to cry. He never cried, not about anything, but in this situation, crying seemed like the only logical thing to do.
