"I should have known you would punch him for me."
"Yes, you should have. Anyone who messes with you, messes with me." I told Shawn, ruffling his ponytail.
"Those who mess with your friends, normally end up as a bloody pulp." Shawn clarified. We laughed and he gave me one last hug. He pulled back to stare at me, which had me wondering what he was doing. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes held a gentle sparkle to them.
"Shawn? What are you doing?" I asked him, still staring into his eyes.
"Just making sure you still you love me." What?! Rebecca is supposed to love you! Not me!
"Shawn, you're married now."
"I know, but I recall you saying that you would always love me. You said that just after we broke up." How could I forget? I told him that because I really always would. We are always honest with each other and if I told him a secret he would never tell it. I would always love him, just not in the married kind of love.
"And I always will. Rebecca's waiting for you, go to your wife. Make her happy Shawn." I told him and pushed him towards Rebecca, who was waiting by the front door of the hotel. He smiled back towards me and caught up to Rebecca. He hugged her, then kissed her passionately. They gave me one last smile and left the hotel.
The rest of the guys stood waiting for me, Dave held the box. He offered to carry it up to my room for me, to which I declined. I told them I was taking the stairs and Jeff said he would join me.
"Alright Jeff, what's wrong?" I asked him, setting the box down on the stairs. We stopped at the fifth floor and sat down on the stairs. He was silent, staring down the stairs. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and he scooted over to rest his head on my shoulder. Well, almost my shoulder, a little lower to be honest.
"I'm confused, nervous…" He stopped talking, standing up suddenly. He ran his hands through his hair angrily, giving a loud frustrated sigh. He was staring up at the ceiling, his hands still in his hair.
"About what Jeff?" He began to pace on a single stair and frequently ran his hands through his hair. I was now tempted to do just that, yet restrained myself to help him out.
I have always loved his hair; it was soft and always so colorful.
"There's this girl, okay? She's like the most perfect girl in the world-"Mustn't be me then.
"I love her and just…" He sat back down beside me and set his head on his knees, which were drawn to his chest. He let out another frustrated sigh and I ran my hand through his hair. I used to do this when either of the brothers were upset and they would calm down substantially. Just not all the way though. I let my fingers slide through the strands of his hair, which was dyed a blue-green.
"don't know how to tell her." He finished, turning his head to face me.
"Just tell her Jeff. Get some flowers or chocolate to give her as well. Almost all girls like that, except for me." He just stared at me, apparently waiting for me to elaborate.
"I mean sure, I love chocolate. But I would rather have a guy tell me, without having to try to bribe me into thinking he's sweet as chocolate, for lack of a better example." I told him, turning my face to look at the ceiling. I wish I could see the sky, instead of plaster and concrete walls. I could see him nod from the corner of my eye, turning his head to look down the stairs again. I guessed he was trying to think if she would like the chocolate or flowers.
"What if she rejects me?" He asked me, his eyes watching me. He still had his face turned from me and I turned to look at him.
"Then she is a fool and doesn't deserve you anyway." I said, confidently. The girl would be a fool to reject him. Jeff is the most kind and caring guy I know. I will punch this girl if she hurts him. Jeff scooted closer to me; a hand pulled me into his embrace. I wondered what he was doing, my mind working overtime to try and figure out what was going on.
Maybe he really does love me…
…Nah…