Happy now? - Part 2/12By Marea67 About:
Kevin/Scotty, and Alex Grodin (original character) Rate
: This part: G. Disclaimer:
I don’t own Brothers & Sisters or Kevin & Scotty, but Alex is mine Summary
: A ghost from Kevin’s past returns.
Kevin stares at the envelop.
“What is that?” he says, looking like Alex is holding a bomb.
“Five thousand dollar… with interest. What I …. borrowed
… without your permission.”
“Whatever you want to call it, it is still stealing in my
“I’m so sorry, Kevin. I really am. I just….”
sorry. I’m glad to have the money back. Now, get lost. We’re done.” Kevin is about to close the door when Alex raises his hand and stops the door.
“Please, Kevin, if you change your mind... This is where I’m staying. It’s a hotel nearby…”
He gives Kevin his card. Kevin takes it, but replies:
“I don’t care if it’s under a bridge. I just want you gone.” And he slams the door closed and without further explanations throws the card in the paper-bin and returns to the kitchen.
Scotty joins him there. He remains quiet, he doesn’t say a word. Neither does Kevin, for a while, until, irritated by Scotty’s silence, he snaps:
“We’re going to have to talk about this, right?”
“Yes. I thinks so.” Scotty says calmly.
Kevin pours some coffee for himself and makes tea for Scotty. Scotty watches him, knowing Kevin well enough to know that something is bothering Kevin and that he’s looking for the right words.
“Can we talk? On the couch?” Kevin eventually asks and Scotty nods.
Scotty takes his usual place. And a few seconds later Kevin joins him, holding a photo-album. He browses through it, mumbling Alex’s name until he finds the right page and shows it to Scotty. He sees a picture of two young men around 15 years old, laughing at the camera, their suntanned faces carrying a mischievous smile, their arms are around each other’s shoulder.
“Alex?” Scotty assumes and Kevin makes a confirming sound.
“Yes, Alex. Alexander Grodin, had a French father and an English mother. He was the sort of boy your mother doesn’t want you to come home with. His father lost his job and started drinking heavily. He was often violent against Alex and Alex’s mother was hardly in a position to do something about it.
Eventually she got herself another job and left Alex with his father, when he was about twelve years old. We became friends not long after that. I…. I was a bit of a goody-two-shoes in school. I wanted to learn, because good grades meant a happy dad and I… I wanted to make my father happy… So I worked hard.
Alex was the opposite. He had good brains, but wasn’t interested in learning. He came to school when it pleased him and was often rude to teachers. I thought he was incredible
. I wished I was more like him….” Kevin’s fingers slide over the picture. Scotty nods, understanding Kevin’s desire to be more like the bad boy in class.
“And then, one day Alex came to me, sat down and asked me if I could help him with his schoolwork. I was stunned. But I helped him, thinking that would be the end of it, but Alex started to ask me more often and I…. I felt like he wanted my friendship
. And I was flattered, because he sought me, not the other way around.
Anyway, we started hanging out together. He started to study more and would often joke that I would turn him into some book-worm like me. And I was really happy, thinking that I
could have that impact on him. He was very protective of me. He wasn’t very strong in physical fights, but he was very smart and very sneaky. He had a cruel thing about him.
Teachers who would cause him trouble ended up with slashed tires, damaged cars, bikes or have the windows of their home thrown in. These sort of things. They could never tie it to Alex, Alex was way too slippery. But he told me
about it and me, being the loyal friend, never told anyone else.”
“And you admired
him for what he did?” Scotty asks surprised, feeling that Alex’s attitude would go against Kevin’s own sense of justice.
“No. Not really, but he…. He was a smooth-talker. He always managed to convince me that he was the victim and that the others were the ‘unjust’ ones. He made
it make sense.”
Kevin remains quiet for a while after these words, staring at his hands and Scotty knew the hard part was coming.
“Alex had dreams. He wanted to be rich. He felt that his not having money was the source of all his life’s problems. With his mother gone and his father being the lousy father he was….
Alex always felt like he was missing out
on something. Like he wasn’t part of the bigger plan in this town. He got involved with some shady people, but kept them and me strictly apart. Like he wanted to protect me from all evil in the world. He would… he would….”
Kevin’s voice falters, he swallows hard, coughs a bit and continues: “He would tell me that if it weren’t for me, he’d be in prison by now, and that one day he would ‘re-pay’ me for all my kindness and patience with him, that I was the best
thing that ever happened to him, the only
real friend he ever had… And, being the gullible idiot that I am, I believed him.”
END OF PART 2