"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned for friend.
"Go away, Girardi. It's none of your business," she replied wiping her tears away.
Joan slid down onto her friends mattress. She hadn't seen her friend cry like this before.
"Grace…" she insisted, but was cut off by a thump from Kevin's room. Joan jumped up and ran outside into the hallway. She saw Luke creep into his bedroom. She first thought that Luke had just knocked something on his way in – he could never be quiet when he had to.
However, Joan then heard her older brother give a bit of a grunt. She cautiously opened the door, and was shocked to see her brother lying on the ground. She sunk down onto her knees.
"Are you right Kev?" she asked.
"I'm 'kay," he replied as he rolled over onto his back. Joan could know see that there was blood on Kevin' arm, and a broken lamp where he had just been lying.
"Kevin, you're bleeding."
He looked down at his arm and groaned. Meanwhile, Joan had jumped into action, picking up Kevin's chair. With Joan's help, Kevin managed to get back in his chair. Joan was beginning to get a bad feeling about what had happened. Kevin would normally refuse help – it was a sign of his immense stubbornness.
Once Kevin was up, Joan set about cleaning his arm and the smashed lamp.
"What happened? And tell me the truth," said Joan firmly.
Kevin began to say something about rearranging his room, but he saw his sisters face, and he decided he should tell the truth.
"Luke caught me and Grace sleeping together," he said in a tone that was barely audible.
"Oh. My. God."
"No, not like that! We were literally sleeping together. As in we were lying on a bed, with our minds in a state of semi-consciousness."
"Oh," said Joan, not sure on how to react. "Why were you doing that?'
"Joan, I love Grace. That's it," said Kevin simply.
"What? Sorry, I don't understand. You love, as in really like, my best friend, and your brothers ex-girlfriend?"
"Yeah. I don't know why though. Grace is a fantastic girl. She understands me. And I think I understand her. She's the first person that I want to have a relationship with that isn't completely based on sex. I want to go on picnics with her, and just hold her hand."
"But she's Luke's ex-girlfriend. How can you do that?" asked Joan.
"I don't know," he replied sincerely.
Suddenly Joan knew what God had meant. Grace and Kevin weren't meant to be lovers. Just friends. Maybe friendship was greater than love sometimes. But Joan had no idea how she could help him. She couldn't just say, 'Oh yeah, by the way Kev, you and Grace aren't meant to be!"
"You know Kev, maybe you don't know Grace as well as you think. Like, do you know her birthday, her fathers occupation, her religion, her English teacher?"
Kevin just sat dumbfounded. He knew the answers to none of the questions.
"See? You can't just love someone, when you don't even know who they are," said Joan.
"I'll get to know her," replied Kevin in a stubborn manner.
Joan looked sadly at her brother. "It doesn't always work like that."