The EMT's stood around the deceased male. A soaked enevelope clutched in one hand. While his other hand was over his chest. A spilled coffee cup was off to the side of the body. The EMT that stood by the deceased's right side, claps his hands together and kneels down to get a better view of the state of the body.

At the same time, Mark and Jeff were at home. They were enjoying some television before they would have to go into town later. But as of now, they were snuggling up on the couch. Jeff is laying off to the side, Mark is laying right beside him with Jeff's head resting on his chest. Mark is got his arms wrapped around Jeff's waist. Neither knew what was going on in front of the post office just a few miles away.

The EMT'S have already placed the body in a body-bag and in the back of the ambulance. They were heading to the morque. So far, it looked like a heart attack, just as the first EMT suggested. But the autospy was still needed to fully understand the cause of death.

"It is not surprising." Says the one EMT sitting in the passenger seat.

The driver glances over quickly before focusing back on the road. "What is?" He replies.

"The man in the back having a heart attack." - "Your such a jerk. Do you have any respect?"

"I'm just stating the obvious." The driver gives the other EMT a stern look before both grow silent. Both choosing to change the subject to football.

"Did you see the game, last night?" - "No. I suppose you did."

A few minutes later. The EMTs made it to their destination. Dropping off the body and his belongings. Which wasn't much. Just some soaked photos in a evenlope. None that you could really make out. But at-least they had an I.D. so that the deceased's family can be contacted.

"What do we got here?" The medical examiner asks.

"Paul Micheal Bearer, sir. The EMT's brought him here a little over two hours ago. An apparant heart attack. Found this with him." The assistant handed the evelope to the examiner who looks into. "Um. Well, whatever these photos were of, I say something ruined them."

"Yes sir, coffee spill it looks like it." - "Well better place them aside. Let's get this over with, I don't want to be here all night." The medial examiner grabs his gloves and places them on.

Jeff and Mark were sitting down to dinner at this time.

"I wonder when Paul's coming back, he's been gone all day." Jeff asks.

"Do you really want him too?" Mark replies. "I kind of like having the house to ourselves again."

"I'm not complaining about that, just wondering what's happen to him." Jeff replies.

"Your a kind kid, you know that? thinking of someone even when you really don't like him."

Jeff looks up to Mark instantly. "I never said I did not like him." He sternly replies.

Mark places his hands off the table and up in the air. "Okay. Don't shoot me now."

Jeff grabs his fork up and mumbles under his breath. "It's you who doesn't like him."

"I find him to be a very nice person." - "That is cause you really don't know him yet. Give it time. And you'll think of him just as I do."

"Why do you hate him so much for, Mark?"

Mark grabs his glass of tea infront of his plate. "Let's not get into that, Jeff."

"But why can't we? You never discuss anything with me. Nothing at all. I know nothing."

"You know plenty, Jeffrey. There's nothing that you need to know."

"That's not true. I need to know why you dislike Paul so much."

"He did some things that hurt me. And that is all I'm telling you."

"He did somethings that hurt you. What does that imply?"

Mark fiddles with his fork before loudly dropping it on the plate, he stands up and grabs it off the table, placing it in the sink. He stands there, his vision low towards the counter. Jeff looks over to him. "Why is it so hard for you to open up to me?"

Mark quickly turns around. "Why do you always have to pressure me into talking about things that I don't like thinking about. Things that you do not and never will understand. Things that I would rather forget about."

Jeff's stunned. He did not expect that reaction. At-least not this quickly. He is about to stand up when Mark continues. So Jeff waits a little longer just to see what else he has to say.

"If I could, I would have them forever erased from my memory. But that's impossible. So everyday, I try to just not think about those things. And believe me, it's a struggle just to do that. But you, you always want me to share these horrible things with you. You want me to open up my whole heart, all the good, all the bad to you. But I can't. I can not talk about those things that you want to know. It's just too difficult. Just as if I asked about your father. Would it not be hard for you to think about all those terrible things he did to you. And what happened at the end."

Mark turns his head to one side. Jeff sits, mouth open slightly. Speechless.

TBC

Sorry for not updating in like 9 months or how-ever long it's been. I am grateful for any comments I get. And thanks for everyone that has followed and those that added it to their favorites.

I do need some suggestions on where to go with it now. I am not sure. Should I write about an investigation into Paul's death. Or should I move on to Matt coming home? Or to just end it after a few chapters, once I get to a good stopping point. I do plan to write Mark being told about Paul. Maybe write some flashback scenes of Mark and Paul's strained friendship and how it became what it is. And dealing with the after math of the last two chapters.