Jamie sat upright on the bed. “Tell me a story.” She decided. “About what?” Answered Shawn, sitting upright with her. Jamie adjusted herself to get more comfortable, “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.” Shawn suddenly felt like he was on very delicate grounds. “Alright…” He replied. “I’m a woman!” He whispered. Jamie giggled, “No, seriously. Come on. Tell me about your family.” Shawn exhaled, and moved his face away from hers. “Ahh… you don’t want to hear about that…” “Come on.” “I don’t want you to see me differently.” Shawn was obviously in an awkward position. “Shawn, you can tell me anything. Remember? You go down and I go down with you.” “Hahah that is so Titanic.” Shawn laughed. “Yeah except you don’t freeze to death and die at the end, while stupid Rose lays all nice and warm on a friggin DOOR!” Jamie chuckled. “I know, what a bitch. She didn’t even ask if they could like rotate or something. Maybe he wouldn’t of died so tragically.” “Alright! Don’t change the subject!” Jamie retorted aloud. “Okay. What do you want to know?” “Everything.” Shawn immediately thought, “Crap.” “Okay. When I was seven, my mom died.” Jamie’s face turned an extreme white. She had nothing to say. “I remember coming home one day. I was going to show her this painting I made for her. It was Mother’s Day. I don’t remember what I painted for her, but I remember looking everywhere in the house for her. She wasn’t there. I got scared, so I went into her bedroom and stayed in her bed, waiting for my dad to come home.” Jamie sat, still, not daring to move. Not daring to touch him or hold him, but just… listen. It was all she could do. “After five minutes or so, my dad came home. I ran to him and asked ‘Where’s mommy?’ He slapped me across the face, and I flew back and hit my head on the wall. I laid there for like, two seconds before I knew she was gone. I felt it.” Jamie’s eyes were filled with tears. “Shawny…” She hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms around him. He wasn’t crying, he was in a state of content. Not exactly sad, nor happy. But very, very numb. There was a sound coming from downstairs, the sound of Jamie’s mother shouting. “Jamie, bring yourself and Shawn down here for dinner!” “Okay!” Jamie yelled back, hastily, obviously at a bad time. She never brought up Shawn’s past again.