| Nov. 29th, 2008 @ 06:13 pm Shawn's Story |
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A/N: Voelver, this is what it's like. -_-;; Anywho, I have a slew of short stories written down in some notebooks (six to be exact), so be prepared to see some new ones up within the week!
He glared and mumbled, cursing under his breath as he kicked at the dirt. Shawn looked over at him and frowned. He knew he shouldn't have come. It was a gut feeling he had simply ignored, which is what had brought him here in the first place. And now the other boy was angry, upset that he had come. It ruined things. Shawn always ruined things for him.
Neither of them were really sure what had happened. Their mothers had gone to college together, so they were basically raised in the same playpen. They had learned to treat the other like a brother, and the older they got, the more inseperable they became. So why they seemed to hold a bitter grudge against the other, no one knew why.
Maybe it was because of the day Shawn came out as a fag (the exact word he had used himself), or maybe it was the morning Shanw had accidentally let slip that he may have had feelings for his friend. Maybe it was the night they had gotten drunk and slept together, or maybe it was the time Shawn had finally got a boyfriend, and his friend a girlfriend. For whatever reason it was, the boys had fallen apart. And absolutely nothing could save what they had. When things change, they never go back.
So there Shawn stood, as awkward as ever, with his ex-friend of everything hinting at how much he'd wish Shawn would just disappear and never come back. It got worse, more obvious, and Shawn didn't know what finally made him do it, but he swung a left hook at the boy. Everyone heard the crack as fist collided with jaw and nose. Shawn didn't wait around long enough to see if he broke something or not. He saw blood, and that was good enough for him.
FIN
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