Shawn drove along the lines of the black road, tracing his destination. Nathan's house... Nathan's house... the only friend he's ever had that wasn't a Molester. The only friend that had no idea that Shawn was nothing but a large sin. He reached his house, Nathan already waiting outside. "Want some beer?" "Sure." They went inside, gulping down the farmiliar taste of Budwiser down their throats, in the process of destroying their livers. There was a walkway to get into their garage. While Shawn was walking through it the first time, while Nathan continued in front of him. Then, a door closed, and out walked Jamie. And suddenly everything slowed down, and Nathan's footsteps couldn't even be heard, though he was right in front of him. But Jamie, was a sight. His eyes burned from her light as everything around faded into a slow trance of darkness. Shawn realized he was walking behind Nathan, but slowly, slowly, not to ruin the beauty. And she was looking at him too, but not with the same intensity as he saw her. She moved past him, the opposite direction, and her lips curled into a shy smile, her eyes twinkling more than any starry night. His head turned with her as she past him, slowly, this second lasting an eternity. She didn't look at him, but looked down, smiling, still. Nathan was still talking, and suddenly, Nathan cautioned "be careful of that step," and Shawn, his head still turned in the direction of an angel, collapsed on the ground, the ground hitting him back to reality. Nathan began laughing hysterically. "You loser. Are you okay?" Shawn forced laughter, which came out sounding awkward. "I'm fine." And he got up. "God, man." He whispered. "What?" Answered Nathan. "Your sister..." he wiped the dirt off his jeans "is absolutaly gorgeous beyond words. I've never seen someone like that. Ever." Nathan laughed and looked in the direction of the hallway. "Everyone says that."