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I walked as slowly as I possibly could towards the library where the interview was scheduled to take place. I was dreading this more with each step, and as soon as I reached the door, I contemplated running off as fast my thin legs could take me. But with a sigh, I opened the door and stepped into the silent room, which was once my sanctuary and had now become my prison.

Jess had set up the appointment after ten minutes of begging on my behalf, and had told me all about their conversation. Awkward would have been an understatement. He had asked who was interviewing and after revealing my name he went silent. Jess had waited biting her lip harshly, and shrugging her shoulder every so often before he seemed to speak up again. From the look on her face, it could have been a problem. But if there was something Jess was gifted at, it was convincing people. After a little sweet talking, he requested that it be in a discreet place, so I gave Jess the library where we both knew his jock friends wouldn't find him, since that was the problem.

The library was massive, which was one of the reasons why I had so greatly desired going to that college. Every inch of the room was covered in leather bound or hard cover literature, and decorated with pictures of Nobel Prize winners. Every time I went to the library, I would greet them each in turn. Taking a deep breath to try and familiarize myself with my home, now turned hell, I looked around and saw no sign of Kevin.

The librarian was sitting just a few feet from me, reading the biography of Winston Churchill in French. Her dark hair fell over her face and her glasses were slipping slowly down her slender nose. She looked up from her book and smiled at me, "Hello Eddward, what brings you here?"

"Um, hello Miss Wallowbird, I'm looking for a fellow with a red hat"

"Ah, yes, him! He went off to the encyclopedia section, he told me to let you know that" she giggled, "So now you know"

"Thank you Miss, oh and by the way?" I said smiling over my shoulder as I hurried past her.

"Yes dear?" she said, smiling crookedly.

"You look quite lovely today" I finished with a grin as she laughed aloud. For a librarian, her laugh sure was loud. I walked on, but not before she said, "Oh, by the way, don't stay too long, there's a storm coming" or something of the sort. I didn't hear her over the sound of my pounding heart. I was unbearably nervous.

I was approaching the darker older part of the library where the Encyclopedias ranging from History, to Human biology to things as obscure of WWII cults were stored. I looked around when I finally reached the reading area where a sole desk stood. Sure enough, in the corner with the Encyclopedia of rarest diseases was Kevin, looking horrified at the pictures documenting conditions. My heart suddenly sounded like a warrior's drum, beating rhythmically loud and heavy, pounding away. As I approached, I had to cough to make him tear his eyes away from the page.

He looked up and blurted, "Hey"

"Good evening" I said curtly, standing awkwardly as he shifted under my gaze. He smiled strangely as though in pain, and said, "Please sit down"

Taking a seat beside him, I set my bag down and scratched my head. Outside the wind was picking up and howling painfully.

"So…" he said awkwardly, wiping his hands on his jeans. I looked him over once and was taken aback. So much had changed of Kevin since childhood. His face had become angular and defined, with heavy eyebrows over green eyes. They were only a few shades darker than my own quasi-blue ones. His hair had grown out into unruly orange locks, but was still kept tame by his trusty old crimson hat.

"Yes, this was short notice, my apologies" I said, taking out my notebook and pencil. As I did this I felt his hand on my shoulder and froze.

"Double-D, I just need to-"

"Save it, Kevin, we're here on business not to reconcile. There may be no resolution anyways" I said politely, turning to him. Instinct had warned me that he would have taken this time to put to rights. No chance!

However, he slowly leant in close and I could smell his cologne emanating from his lithe sporty frame. I turned to look up into his eyes; they were glazed over with uncertainty.

"I can't do this interview unless you forgive me. We've known each other for so long man and-"

"And that didn't make you feel the need to stop your friends insult me, oh and the best part, it didn't stop you insulting me yourself"

He seemed to hesitate with his next words, and opened and closed his mouth several time before saying,

"It's so hard Double-D, I wouldn't be the star of the team without a bit of edge" he said, cringing as the words left his mouth. My face contorted with rage and I spat,

"Well, let us all sacrifice our morality and virtuosity for the sake of being popular. Maybe I should write all this in the interview"

"No, Double-D, that came out wrong, listen-"

"No, you listen; you have forever been cruel however after the incident with Eddy's formidable brother I perceived you to be a better person. I believed that you would grow up to be a great fellow, but now I realize that was inaccurate. You are nothing but a gutted fool. But it's not like you even care what I think"

There was silence. He stared at me, stunned beyond words. He looked like he had been smacked across the face with a mallet, and he suddenly turned fire engine red. He averted his eyes and looked out of the window that was behind me. I could hear the rain strike the glass harshly as the clouds decided to unleash all the moisture they could harbor onto us. The library was its own building, far from the dormitories or administration, so the half kilometer run could not be done in this rain. I was trapped.

I stood up and walked over to the encyclopedia shelves, where I picked a book and sat back down. Kevin had now turned away from me to the back wall, with a stiff back. I looked away from him and began to flip through the pages.

"You know, Double-D, I really do care what you think" he said finally, stopping me midway in a passage about Quantum physics, "Because you actually do think, that is. You don't follow the crowd, and even you were the only person who opposed Eddy, and… I do care". I closed the book and pushed it aside.

"Well, that's a revelation" I said quietly.

"Don't mock me, come on" he said turned back to me. His face was still red with suppressed emotion and his lips in a thin line. I looked at him for a moment longer, before he said, "I'm sorry. You have no idea how I regret what I said, I wish I could take it back, but I can't. So forgive me, I don't want things to be like this with us"

I looked at him for a moment and saw the pain etched across his slightly freckled features. I hadn't noticed those before. With a sigh, I said, "Fine, but say something like that again and I will make sure to give you a dose of anthrax" I said, warningly and then smiling. Who knew he could win me over with just a few words?

"So, what you want to interview me about?" he asked, shrugging slightly. I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off asking, "What the hell is this?"

He had turned to a page on his rare diseases Encyclopedia. I leaned in and read the caption below it: Epidermodysplasia Verruciformis. The condition featured a man with several growths decorating his body just as boulders do on mountains. He was smoking a cigarette casually, as though the warts did not bother him.

"That's just gross" Kevin sighed. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and turned the book shut, "Judgmental again, aren't we Kevin?"

"Hey, gross is gross man" he said, his grimace becoming exaggerated. I felt my irritation return just as waves do at high tide. Fast and hard.

"Is being gay gross, Kevin?" I asked before I could stop myself. Usually my words were well chosen and carefully articulated, but in my exasperation I was being terribly thoughtless.

"Ummm… what where did that come from?" he asked, turning his eyes to me. I stayed silent and immediately regretted my question.

"Nothing" I said, looking away and feeling my face turn into a furnace. Damn, when did it get so hot?

Staring down at his hands, he asked, "Uh… Double Dweeb… are you actually gay?" he continued nervously. I swallowed hard and thought back to my first day at the college, with a sigh. Sniffing a little, I looked Kevin in the eye, his face trying to remain neutral and failing miserably.

I just stared at him, feeling my skin crawl and my eyes tear. I was so weak; I didn't know how to deal with this. Not then, not ever.

"You know what, you don't have to answer that question, I'd rather not know" he said, laying his hand on my shoulder. I was taken aback, and shoved his hand away.

"No, I didn't mean it like that, as in… dammit Dork, when did I become such a… aaaa…" he said, looking at the ceiling as though it would guide him in finding an answer.

I turned sardonic and said, "Become such a blithering imbecile Kevin?"

He looked down finally, maybe from the realization that the ceiling held no secrets and said, "Hey, I didn't mean it like that ok, some of us don't always know how to make big fancy sentences ok Double-Dork"

"It can be done, with reading" I said, sarcasm coating my voice like a thick crust. He now frowned deeply and said, "You know what, forget it, I don't want to know ok. Fuck this interview, I'm leaving"

He stood up suddenly, and his chair scrapped the ground harshly. In response, the sky flashed white and let out a bellowing, ear shattering roar almost immediately afterwards. I suppose it was a sign,

"Kevin, I don't think you're going anywhere" I said, looking down at my hands.

"Well, I'm sure as hell not staying here with you" and with that stomped to another part of the library. Drat!

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