Post by RMT-Mod-Kara on Sept 17, 2016 22:06:24 GMT -5
"I just... I cannot believe he would do this to me." Jenn said in between sniffles as she laid stretched out across her couch with her feet up on the arm. She stared up at the ceiling as her mind replayed every little moment between her and Sean, as if trying to dissect their relationship and trying to figure out where it went wrong. Well, it turns out that it went wrong at 'hello'. They were doomed from the start. Sean should have never began dating her while still in love with his ex girlfriend.
Her brother, Wes, sat in the chair, looking about as miserable as she was, though he had his own problems to mope over. Noticing that he had the same daze on his face as she did, Jenn frowned, "Are you even listening to me?"
Moping. Never in his life would Wes have described himself as being 'mopey.' But, that'st just what he was right now. That's exactly what he was doing at that moment. Moping. And why the hell shouldn't he be? His boyfriend, the man he was head-over-heels, move-away-to-a-foreign-country in love with had 'caught' Wes with another man on top of him. Kissing him. On Wes' bed. He'd waited all night after Liam had left for Dean to call. He did but only to say he was going to bed and he'd talk to Wes tomorrow. Tomorrow? Wes wanted to talk now. He wanted to get this all out in the open. He wanted it all to go away. He wanted it all to have never happened. But, he could wish in one hand....
The fact was, Wes couldn't push Dean. He'd done that before. He'd tried that and it had driven a wedge between them the last time they were together. Wes was determined to not do that again, no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he wanted to make Dean see that it was just some stupid, immature wrestling between two friends that crossed the line. But he couldn't do that. He could push, he couldn't nudge, he couldn't 'nag' or 'plead' or anything else. Dean needed space and Wes had to give it to him.
But, it didn't mean that Wes felt like being alone. After Dean had called to say goodnight, Wes had driven over to his sister's house looking for someone to vent to. So much for that. Not only was he not venting but he was sitting in her chair 'listening' as she vented to him about how Sean had left her. Wes had been so wrapped up in Dean being deported that he'd stopped paying attention to the power-keg of drama that was Kate/Sean/Jenn, the powder keg that was just waiting to explode. Surprise. It had.
"No," he answered, still staring off into space and not looking at his sister.
"Gee, thanks." she replied, draping her arm across her forehead. "I'm just as heartbroken as you are, ya know."
"No you're not," he answered quickly, not even considering for a moment that what he and his sister were feeling were anything close to being the same thing. They weren't.
She sat up now, propping herself up on her elbows, "Oh really? And how is that? If anything, I should feel worse. I was completely rejected by the man I love. Yours will come around because all you have is a misunderstanding."
"Because you're just feeling like shit because your rebound-boyfriend--who wouldn't have been on the rebound if our baby brother hadn't knocked up his girlfriend--hooked back up with his girlfriend. You're just feeling rejected and, maybe, a little like an idiot for not seeing what was right in front of you," Wes countered, finally looking at his sister. "I'm feeling like shit because my boyfriend walked into my bedroom and found me on my bed with another guy on top of me kissing me. Sean broke up with you because of him. You didn't cause that. Dean's not talking to me because of something I did. He's not talking to me because I hurt him. So, I've got heartbreak and guilt and worry that Dean might just decide I ain't worth it. You just got heartbreak. I win."
Jenn listened to his vent and had a hard time denying any of it. He was right. She should have seen it coming. She was the idiot that allowed herself to be strung along. This was why she was more mad at herself than Sean. He couldn't help how he felt. Jenn just wasn't good enough. She couldn't make him forget about Kate. So in a way, she felt guilty as well.
"Dean's gonna forgive you." she said, "He was ready to take you away with him... I think that says a lot. He just caught you in a very bad.. position." Yea, with another man on top of him. Not a pretty picture for Dean. "At least you have a chance to save what you have. Mine's gone."
"Yeah, I know. I know. Dean and I have been through worse," he said, still unable to bring himself to think about anything other than himself and Dean. Even his own sister's romantic troubles couldn't jar Wes from his own guilt and self-pity. "We've broken up and gotten back together more times than I can count, screwed the same guy for a while, dealt with me becoming a father, and survived every one of his brother's attempts to break us up.... I know we'll be okay as long as we both want it and are willing to fight for it but...it still sucks. And I still can't believe I let things get out of hand with Liam."
Jenn nodded while listening to her brother, "I'm sure you guys will work it out. Dean was clearly at the wrong place at the wrong time." She looked at Wes and out of curiosity, asked, "So... what if he hadn't walked in?"
Wes' brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'what if he hadn't walked in?'"
"Well....Dean didn't walk in on you shoving Liam off of you, did he?" she asked.
"Only because he walked in two seconds after he kissed me. I didn't have time to shove Liam off of me," Wes answered with an unappreciative scowl. "I love Dean, Jenn. I ain't gonna cheat on him. I don't care how hot the other guy might be. Unlike some people I know, I have self-control, Miss I-Screwed-Brock-Lefabre."
Jenn stared at her brother in shock. She couldn't believe he just painted her as some woman who couldn't control her hormones and fucked anything that walked. "You've got to be kidding me." she replied, "I was drunk and completely heartbroken after just ending things with Brad. It was a stupid mistake... and fuck you for bringing it up."
"Yeah? Well, fuck you for insinuating I'd actually slut around on my boyfriend," he countered then pushed himself to his feet and headed for his sister's kitchen. "You got any beer?"
"Yea, well, we are Ellises. We tend to fuck up once in a while, whether it's intentional or not." She laid back down on the couch and let her hair hang over the side. "Yea, I'm pretty sure Sean left some in there." she called out, feeling a stab in her chest at the mention of her ex's name. What the hell was she going to do without him? This was harder than the last time she ended a relationship. The last guy was a complete scumbag. Sean was... Sean. Was there any getting over him? Kate obviously couldn't and she hadn't been with him for years. "This sucks." she blurted out.
Wes disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a few seconds later with two open bottles of beer. Crossing over to his sister, he handed her one of the bottles then plopped himself down on her coffee table a foot away and took a drink of his own. He sat in silence, watching his heartbroken sister wallow in the misery of being dumped for their brother's baby-mama. He had to admit, it sucked. What was she supposed to do, hate Kate? Kayley was still Jenn's niece no matter which way you cut it. "Hey," he said, nudging her arm with his fist. "You can do better. You deserve better."
It was as if the consoling words were what she were waiting for. Instantly she began to choke up. "Yea? Like who?" she asked, trying not to bawl her eyes out in front of her brother. "This isn't the first time I've been second best. I'm sick of it."
Wes shrugged. How was he supposed to answer that? He didn't have an answer to that. It wasn't like he could hook her up with any of his straight friends. Wes didn't have any single straight friends. He knew a cute bartender down at Shooter's but he wasn't about to hook his sister up with yet another guy suffering from a case of the ex. He didn't have anything. Nada. Squat. Except....
"I hear Brock is outta rehab."
Wes earned himself another cold stare from his sister. "Screw you." she said, sitting up so that she could drink the beer he handed her. "You think I wanna be with him after he cheated on his wife and treated me like some tramp at the wedding? Get real." She sipped the cold beer and rested her back against the couch with a sigh, "Just don't let me go to a bar by myself tonight. That's exactly how I ended up with Brock."
Wes gave her an 'are you serious' look. He was trying to lighten the mood, for both of their sakes. All this moping was starting to get on his nerves. They needed some light. Scratch that. They needed some strobe lights and a fucking mirror ball. "Do you know how many years I've been beating off to the idea of just seeing Brock Lefabre naked?" he asked bluntly, leveling his gaze on his little sister. "You actually got down and dirty with him. Bitch, Dean or no Dean, I would have traded places with you in a heartbeat. Hell, I'd even wear a blonde wig and let him call me Marti just to be able to cross screwing him off my bucket list."
Jenn was in the middle of sipping her beer when the liquid came flying out of her mouth and nose. An unexpected wail of laughter exploded from her. "Oh my God....Wes!" She could barely get the words out from laughing so hard. That comment was definitely something she needed right now.
He'd barely manage to turn his head away from the oncoming spray before Jenn, in her sudden fit of laughter, spit beer all over him.
"Ugh," he said, exaggerating as he wiped his face and neck with his hand, which he then wiped off on his beer splattered shirt. "Now that's just gross."
"I'm sorry..." she said, still laughing hard, "I just can't stop picturing you with a blonde wig."
"Yeah, well, don't go gettin' any ideas of me in drag. 'Cause it in ain't happening. Ever! Just because I'm a sexy piece of ass doesn't mean I'd make a remotely attractive woman," Wes gave her a light-hearted warning and got up from the coffee table and headed back into the kitchen. When he returned, he was wiping at his shirt with a damp cloth. "Dean was gonna ask me to marry him," he said out of the blue.
Her laughter suddenly died when the conversation took a more serious, and unexpected, turn. Jenn moved to the edge of the couch, "Seriously?" she asked, "How...how do you know?"
"He let it slip."
Giving up on his shirt, he tossed the cloth back into the kitchen, watching it wrap around the faucet then folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall separating the kitchen from the living room. "After he walked in on...you know. He said he came over to tell me that we didn't have to move because he got his visa approved and he didn't have to marry Kate to stay in the country and that he as gonna ask me."
Jenn raised both eyebrows, "What? He's been approved?!" She stood up now, "Wes, that's great. You guys can stay here and I can bake your wedding cake..." she smiled.
"Wedding? Did you miss the part where Dean walked in on me and Liam on my bed?" he repeated the scenario for her. Leave it to Jenn to get caught up in all the frivolities of a wedding and forget about the one thing that had probably derailed it for the foreseeable future. "You really think he's gonna ask now?"
Jenn waved it off, "Because... like I said, you two will make up and all will be better." she claimed, "Just be patient."
"Yeah, okay, Pollyanna," he said with a scoff. "Me and Dean will make up and ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after...right into a minefield of other issues that have just been bubbling under the surface."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Shit just happens to work out for you, in case you haven't noticed." She returned to the sofa and picked up her beer, "I, on the other hand, am not that lucky.
"Oh, right, because I've lived such a charmed life," he retorted, not even bothering to hide his irritation at Jenn's insinuation that his life was 'easy.'
She rolled her eyes a second time. God, both of her brothers sure knew how to be dramatic about shit. "That's not what I meant." she said, "I mean... when it comes to Dean, you pretty much got it. He loves you. So I think you stand a better chance here than say, I would in my situation."
"Bull shit. If that's what you'd meant, Jenn, that's what you would've said," he countered, pushing off the wall and walking to grab his keys off the end table where he'd left them. "Look, I'm sorry that Sean hurt you. I'm sorry that he left you for Kate. That sucks. But don't sit there and talk like your life is soooo difficult and try to make mine out to be a cakewalk. Because it isn't. Who paid for your college tuition, huh? I didn't get any of that. Who co-signed the loan so you could open that bakery downstairs, huh? Dad? He sure as hell didn't do anything like that for me. I mean, fuck, you're just like Brett. One thing in your life doesn't go the way you want and you think the world is ending and act like nothing ever goes right for you. Well, welcome to life. It's hard, it's rough, sometimes shit goes your way and sometimes it doesn't. But don't sit there and act like just because Dean and I might be able to work things out that I've got things made. Because, frankly, all you sound like is a spoiled little brat."
Jenn shook her head as she stood up and followed Wes toward the door. "Oh, ya know what? You're being a big fuckin' baby." she replied, "It's not like you cheated on Dean. You just got caught in some unsightly position with him and you said that Liam even told Dean it was all him. If Dean doesn't forgive you and take you back, then he's just a dumbass."
"I never said I didn't think he wasn't going to forgive me," he countered, pausing on his way to the door. "All I was trying to say, if you'd shut up long enough and stop whining about losing a guy who was never really yours to begin with to let me say it, is that with everything else going on the last thing Dean and I needed was this. Between me stepping in to raise Kayley, him almost getting deported, Kate telling him that I wanted him to marry her so he could stay in the country, and his asshole brother, we've got enough on our plates as it is. And then I went and tossed this onto to it, too."
He shook his head in frustration and combed his finger through his hair as if the act alone would somehow rid him of all the drama that always seemed to swirl around him and everyone he knew.
"I guess I'm just tired of getting sucked into shit that should have nothing to do with me because everyone I know chooses to ignore how the shit that they do affects other people."
Jenn looked at her brother, an expression of deep hurt on her face. Is that how he felt? That her actions fucked up his life? Well pardon the fuck out of her. "I didn't ask to fall in love with Sean. Hell, I didn't ask to even meet him. It wasn't intentional just to screw up your precious little life. You act like I knew about his stupid infatuation with your friend when I met him. I found out what? Four months later? So excuse me for following my heart. Yea, it's broken now but it's my fault. I wasn't putting that shit on you. I was trying to fuckin talk to you because, I dunno... you're my brother? But that's okay if you wanna tune me out because your problem is sooo much bigger. Between you and Brett, I'm fuckin used to it."
Her brother, Wes, sat in the chair, looking about as miserable as she was, though he had his own problems to mope over. Noticing that he had the same daze on his face as she did, Jenn frowned, "Are you even listening to me?"
Moping. Never in his life would Wes have described himself as being 'mopey.' But, that'st just what he was right now. That's exactly what he was doing at that moment. Moping. And why the hell shouldn't he be? His boyfriend, the man he was head-over-heels, move-away-to-a-foreign-country in love with had 'caught' Wes with another man on top of him. Kissing him. On Wes' bed. He'd waited all night after Liam had left for Dean to call. He did but only to say he was going to bed and he'd talk to Wes tomorrow. Tomorrow? Wes wanted to talk now. He wanted to get this all out in the open. He wanted it all to go away. He wanted it all to have never happened. But, he could wish in one hand....
The fact was, Wes couldn't push Dean. He'd done that before. He'd tried that and it had driven a wedge between them the last time they were together. Wes was determined to not do that again, no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he wanted to make Dean see that it was just some stupid, immature wrestling between two friends that crossed the line. But he couldn't do that. He could push, he couldn't nudge, he couldn't 'nag' or 'plead' or anything else. Dean needed space and Wes had to give it to him.
But, it didn't mean that Wes felt like being alone. After Dean had called to say goodnight, Wes had driven over to his sister's house looking for someone to vent to. So much for that. Not only was he not venting but he was sitting in her chair 'listening' as she vented to him about how Sean had left her. Wes had been so wrapped up in Dean being deported that he'd stopped paying attention to the power-keg of drama that was Kate/Sean/Jenn, the powder keg that was just waiting to explode. Surprise. It had.
"No," he answered, still staring off into space and not looking at his sister.
"Gee, thanks." she replied, draping her arm across her forehead. "I'm just as heartbroken as you are, ya know."
"No you're not," he answered quickly, not even considering for a moment that what he and his sister were feeling were anything close to being the same thing. They weren't.
She sat up now, propping herself up on her elbows, "Oh really? And how is that? If anything, I should feel worse. I was completely rejected by the man I love. Yours will come around because all you have is a misunderstanding."
"Because you're just feeling like shit because your rebound-boyfriend--who wouldn't have been on the rebound if our baby brother hadn't knocked up his girlfriend--hooked back up with his girlfriend. You're just feeling rejected and, maybe, a little like an idiot for not seeing what was right in front of you," Wes countered, finally looking at his sister. "I'm feeling like shit because my boyfriend walked into my bedroom and found me on my bed with another guy on top of me kissing me. Sean broke up with you because of him. You didn't cause that. Dean's not talking to me because of something I did. He's not talking to me because I hurt him. So, I've got heartbreak and guilt and worry that Dean might just decide I ain't worth it. You just got heartbreak. I win."
Jenn listened to his vent and had a hard time denying any of it. He was right. She should have seen it coming. She was the idiot that allowed herself to be strung along. This was why she was more mad at herself than Sean. He couldn't help how he felt. Jenn just wasn't good enough. She couldn't make him forget about Kate. So in a way, she felt guilty as well.
"Dean's gonna forgive you." she said, "He was ready to take you away with him... I think that says a lot. He just caught you in a very bad.. position." Yea, with another man on top of him. Not a pretty picture for Dean. "At least you have a chance to save what you have. Mine's gone."
"Yeah, I know. I know. Dean and I have been through worse," he said, still unable to bring himself to think about anything other than himself and Dean. Even his own sister's romantic troubles couldn't jar Wes from his own guilt and self-pity. "We've broken up and gotten back together more times than I can count, screwed the same guy for a while, dealt with me becoming a father, and survived every one of his brother's attempts to break us up.... I know we'll be okay as long as we both want it and are willing to fight for it but...it still sucks. And I still can't believe I let things get out of hand with Liam."
Jenn nodded while listening to her brother, "I'm sure you guys will work it out. Dean was clearly at the wrong place at the wrong time." She looked at Wes and out of curiosity, asked, "So... what if he hadn't walked in?"
Wes' brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'what if he hadn't walked in?'"
"Well....Dean didn't walk in on you shoving Liam off of you, did he?" she asked.
"Only because he walked in two seconds after he kissed me. I didn't have time to shove Liam off of me," Wes answered with an unappreciative scowl. "I love Dean, Jenn. I ain't gonna cheat on him. I don't care how hot the other guy might be. Unlike some people I know, I have self-control, Miss I-Screwed-Brock-Lefabre."
Jenn stared at her brother in shock. She couldn't believe he just painted her as some woman who couldn't control her hormones and fucked anything that walked. "You've got to be kidding me." she replied, "I was drunk and completely heartbroken after just ending things with Brad. It was a stupid mistake... and fuck you for bringing it up."
"Yeah? Well, fuck you for insinuating I'd actually slut around on my boyfriend," he countered then pushed himself to his feet and headed for his sister's kitchen. "You got any beer?"
"Yea, well, we are Ellises. We tend to fuck up once in a while, whether it's intentional or not." She laid back down on the couch and let her hair hang over the side. "Yea, I'm pretty sure Sean left some in there." she called out, feeling a stab in her chest at the mention of her ex's name. What the hell was she going to do without him? This was harder than the last time she ended a relationship. The last guy was a complete scumbag. Sean was... Sean. Was there any getting over him? Kate obviously couldn't and she hadn't been with him for years. "This sucks." she blurted out.
Wes disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a few seconds later with two open bottles of beer. Crossing over to his sister, he handed her one of the bottles then plopped himself down on her coffee table a foot away and took a drink of his own. He sat in silence, watching his heartbroken sister wallow in the misery of being dumped for their brother's baby-mama. He had to admit, it sucked. What was she supposed to do, hate Kate? Kayley was still Jenn's niece no matter which way you cut it. "Hey," he said, nudging her arm with his fist. "You can do better. You deserve better."
It was as if the consoling words were what she were waiting for. Instantly she began to choke up. "Yea? Like who?" she asked, trying not to bawl her eyes out in front of her brother. "This isn't the first time I've been second best. I'm sick of it."
Wes shrugged. How was he supposed to answer that? He didn't have an answer to that. It wasn't like he could hook her up with any of his straight friends. Wes didn't have any single straight friends. He knew a cute bartender down at Shooter's but he wasn't about to hook his sister up with yet another guy suffering from a case of the ex. He didn't have anything. Nada. Squat. Except....
"I hear Brock is outta rehab."
Wes earned himself another cold stare from his sister. "Screw you." she said, sitting up so that she could drink the beer he handed her. "You think I wanna be with him after he cheated on his wife and treated me like some tramp at the wedding? Get real." She sipped the cold beer and rested her back against the couch with a sigh, "Just don't let me go to a bar by myself tonight. That's exactly how I ended up with Brock."
Wes gave her an 'are you serious' look. He was trying to lighten the mood, for both of their sakes. All this moping was starting to get on his nerves. They needed some light. Scratch that. They needed some strobe lights and a fucking mirror ball. "Do you know how many years I've been beating off to the idea of just seeing Brock Lefabre naked?" he asked bluntly, leveling his gaze on his little sister. "You actually got down and dirty with him. Bitch, Dean or no Dean, I would have traded places with you in a heartbeat. Hell, I'd even wear a blonde wig and let him call me Marti just to be able to cross screwing him off my bucket list."
Jenn was in the middle of sipping her beer when the liquid came flying out of her mouth and nose. An unexpected wail of laughter exploded from her. "Oh my God....Wes!" She could barely get the words out from laughing so hard. That comment was definitely something she needed right now.
He'd barely manage to turn his head away from the oncoming spray before Jenn, in her sudden fit of laughter, spit beer all over him.
"Ugh," he said, exaggerating as he wiped his face and neck with his hand, which he then wiped off on his beer splattered shirt. "Now that's just gross."
"I'm sorry..." she said, still laughing hard, "I just can't stop picturing you with a blonde wig."
"Yeah, well, don't go gettin' any ideas of me in drag. 'Cause it in ain't happening. Ever! Just because I'm a sexy piece of ass doesn't mean I'd make a remotely attractive woman," Wes gave her a light-hearted warning and got up from the coffee table and headed back into the kitchen. When he returned, he was wiping at his shirt with a damp cloth. "Dean was gonna ask me to marry him," he said out of the blue.
Her laughter suddenly died when the conversation took a more serious, and unexpected, turn. Jenn moved to the edge of the couch, "Seriously?" she asked, "How...how do you know?"
"He let it slip."
Giving up on his shirt, he tossed the cloth back into the kitchen, watching it wrap around the faucet then folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall separating the kitchen from the living room. "After he walked in on...you know. He said he came over to tell me that we didn't have to move because he got his visa approved and he didn't have to marry Kate to stay in the country and that he as gonna ask me."
Jenn raised both eyebrows, "What? He's been approved?!" She stood up now, "Wes, that's great. You guys can stay here and I can bake your wedding cake..." she smiled.
"Wedding? Did you miss the part where Dean walked in on me and Liam on my bed?" he repeated the scenario for her. Leave it to Jenn to get caught up in all the frivolities of a wedding and forget about the one thing that had probably derailed it for the foreseeable future. "You really think he's gonna ask now?"
Jenn waved it off, "Because... like I said, you two will make up and all will be better." she claimed, "Just be patient."
"Yeah, okay, Pollyanna," he said with a scoff. "Me and Dean will make up and ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after...right into a minefield of other issues that have just been bubbling under the surface."
She rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Shit just happens to work out for you, in case you haven't noticed." She returned to the sofa and picked up her beer, "I, on the other hand, am not that lucky.
"Oh, right, because I've lived such a charmed life," he retorted, not even bothering to hide his irritation at Jenn's insinuation that his life was 'easy.'
She rolled her eyes a second time. God, both of her brothers sure knew how to be dramatic about shit. "That's not what I meant." she said, "I mean... when it comes to Dean, you pretty much got it. He loves you. So I think you stand a better chance here than say, I would in my situation."
"Bull shit. If that's what you'd meant, Jenn, that's what you would've said," he countered, pushing off the wall and walking to grab his keys off the end table where he'd left them. "Look, I'm sorry that Sean hurt you. I'm sorry that he left you for Kate. That sucks. But don't sit there and talk like your life is soooo difficult and try to make mine out to be a cakewalk. Because it isn't. Who paid for your college tuition, huh? I didn't get any of that. Who co-signed the loan so you could open that bakery downstairs, huh? Dad? He sure as hell didn't do anything like that for me. I mean, fuck, you're just like Brett. One thing in your life doesn't go the way you want and you think the world is ending and act like nothing ever goes right for you. Well, welcome to life. It's hard, it's rough, sometimes shit goes your way and sometimes it doesn't. But don't sit there and act like just because Dean and I might be able to work things out that I've got things made. Because, frankly, all you sound like is a spoiled little brat."
Jenn shook her head as she stood up and followed Wes toward the door. "Oh, ya know what? You're being a big fuckin' baby." she replied, "It's not like you cheated on Dean. You just got caught in some unsightly position with him and you said that Liam even told Dean it was all him. If Dean doesn't forgive you and take you back, then he's just a dumbass."
"I never said I didn't think he wasn't going to forgive me," he countered, pausing on his way to the door. "All I was trying to say, if you'd shut up long enough and stop whining about losing a guy who was never really yours to begin with to let me say it, is that with everything else going on the last thing Dean and I needed was this. Between me stepping in to raise Kayley, him almost getting deported, Kate telling him that I wanted him to marry her so he could stay in the country, and his asshole brother, we've got enough on our plates as it is. And then I went and tossed this onto to it, too."
He shook his head in frustration and combed his finger through his hair as if the act alone would somehow rid him of all the drama that always seemed to swirl around him and everyone he knew.
"I guess I'm just tired of getting sucked into shit that should have nothing to do with me because everyone I know chooses to ignore how the shit that they do affects other people."
Jenn looked at her brother, an expression of deep hurt on her face. Is that how he felt? That her actions fucked up his life? Well pardon the fuck out of her. "I didn't ask to fall in love with Sean. Hell, I didn't ask to even meet him. It wasn't intentional just to screw up your precious little life. You act like I knew about his stupid infatuation with your friend when I met him. I found out what? Four months later? So excuse me for following my heart. Yea, it's broken now but it's my fault. I wasn't putting that shit on you. I was trying to fuckin talk to you because, I dunno... you're my brother? But that's okay if you wanna tune me out because your problem is sooo much bigger. Between you and Brett, I'm fuckin used to it."
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