Guess who's sick!  Yay! (I'm being sarcastic)

Hope everyone else is healthy!

~Author

I got home and dialed the prison that was keeping Charles Lee. 

He would of shot me but he seemed to be looking for John, thinking back.

He had an entire ten, maybe fifteen, seconds to shoot but when he saw John he shot right away at him.

They said that I could come in thirdly minutes (Idk how that stuff works or whatever, just go along with it, k).  I should probably take a shower.  I knew that I smelled horrible, and plus my hair was all greasy, but I just didn't want to.

I hadn't taken one is days.

I decided to just get dressed.  I could go a few more days without a shower.

I walk out of our building complex and on the sidewalk.  The police station was a ten minute walk away, and I didn't have a car.

It wasn't bad walking though.  At least I was getting exercise.

Charles Lee was brought out.  The thick wall was in between us, which was a good thing because I would hurt him bad for what he did to me.  He was the reason I felt empty inside.  The reason John is gone.  I picked up the phone and he did the same.

"Well, Alex," Charles smiled mockingly at me.

"Charles," I can't look into his eyes.  There is no way I can look into the  eyes of this man, that killed my best friend.

"So, what did you want?"  In one swift movement he pushes his hair to the side.

"I wanted to ask you... why?"

He doesn't respond for a while.

The other chatter of the other people in the room.

"Because... I didn't want him to tell anyone."  He places his hand ever his forehead and sat like that for a couple of minutes? 

"Tell... what?"  I was curios, but I didn't want to go too far.

"We were together at a bar one night, we were really mad at each other though.  We were both almost wasted though,"  He paused.  He was pretty embarrassed by this.

I don't remember what John said because he kept short on the details.  He only said though that he kissed Charles, nothing more.  Is that really a reason to shot someone?

"And..." I prompted him.

"And well it started out as a kiss.  In the bar.  People were cheering us on.  They knew that we hated each other, and we did, but that kiss... Plus we were both pretty drunk so we didn't know anything that was really going on."

I tried to process this.  I had many questions like, when?  Why did he tell me?  Why would he shot John over this?

"So then most of the rest of the night we were kissing or touching, then he offered to drive me home.  I said yes and we were pretty touchy on the way home, kinda like we were at the bar. I invited him inside and well we... slept together."

I didn't think it was that... bad. 

"Oh..."  I soften my face but then I remember that this man killed him.  "But why would you go in and shoot him?!"

"I don't know, I guess I grew a liking to him and well... I got mad that he pretended instead of me that night he was with you.  But I did not mean to shot him, I meant to shoot right by him just scaring him.  It sounds really stupid.  I'm so stupid, and now he is gone..."  

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~Author