Jack and Eric ate their toast and butter vigorously a week later. Nothing had really happened in the past week. No one heard from Cory and Shawn spent most of his time in his room. Eddie had not called again. But even Eric felt there was something wrong. Its wasn't over and both he and Jack knew it. Jack was actually very withdrawn and quiet about this whole thing ever since the night Shawn had returned home sick and worn. Eric wanted to know what was on Jacks mind but Jack would just shake his head. Meanwhile, things between Eric and April were going surprisingly well. April never talked about Eddie either even though Eric could recall asking about him on more than one occasion. And so things remained akward and tense between the old gang of friends. All Eric knew inside is that good looking detective or not, Shawn was truly the only one who would be able to fix everything this time. It was at that moment that Shawn decided to walk out of his room, and Eric could have spit out his toast.
Shawn looked as though someone had stabbed him multiple times, buried his body in the vastest desert, dug it up weeks later, tried to ressurect him twice but failed both times, succeded the third, beat him for hours, then dragged him to Mt. Fuji---well you get the idea. Jack was gawking at him too. Shawn seemed to ignore this entirely, and made his way to the fridge, grabbed the carton of milk at the door and didn't acknoledge the milk puddle he spilled all over the floor.
"Shawn..?" Jack asked in a disbelieving tone.
"Hey Cor.." Shawn said in a slurred voice before stumbling back up to his room. Jack ran after him and spun Shawn around by the shoulder.
"Shawn, what happened?"
Eric watched the scene intently. Knowing Shawn, no matter much Jack interrogated, he wasn't about to tell them.
"Nothing happened..." Shawn slurred out. "Little Cory ate all the papaya. I blame it on your purple curtains."
"Shawn, I asked you a question."
"No, let me ask you a question Jack. Jackie, Jacko, Jackie boy. Why is it, that you never talk to me? Am I not good enough for you? Am I not in your fancy circle of rich people? Is that why you don't like Eddie either? Because your blood brothers aren't good enough for you? Eddie is my real big brother. He loves me, you don't! Thats all I see in this brotherly relationship. Well thats just great Jack, I hate you too." And Shawn stormed off back into his room
Jack stood there dumbfounded.
"What..?"
Eric sighed, got up an put a hand to his friend's shoulder. Although everyone who grew up with Shawn was used to his little outbursts, they still hurt. And Eric could see the breif, yet strong glimmer of pain in Jacks eyes.
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No one really talked that whole day. Jack himself had no clue as to why Shawn's words we're so troubling to him. Funny, Shawn had said many hurtful things in the past, but he supposed the words "I hate you" really did hit harder than anything else Shawn could have said. It wasn't until late into the hour of 10 pm did Jack decide to check on Shawn. He opened the door to Shawn's bedroom. The lights we'rebt on so he flipped on the switch.
"Shawn...?"
But Shawn wasn''t there. The room was unoccupied, but certainly not empty. Everything was more a mess than usual. Lampshade was knocked over, the alarm clock was a broken mess of metal on the floor, cd wrack on its side with cassettes spilt all over the place. The window that stood above the headboard of Shawn's bed was shattered.
...The window above the headboard is shattered.
Jack felt a jolt of panic, making run to the window and he looked down upon the street down below.
"Shawn!"
A/N: Omfg I'm sorry it took so long to update! Its just the following scenes are quite tangled and I'm trying to make this all work lol. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, I just wanted to post this now as assurance that I didn't give up on the story.
