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"Aidan Andrew!" I jerk back from the computer and wince as my mother's
heavy Irish accent seeped into my skull. I can't take this right now. The pain is still
fresh; his death still burns my soul. I love him you know. Notice I didn't say loved; I'll
never love another person like him. "Get your bloody ass down here!"

"Coming ma!" I yell back. Don't look like that. She's like that with everyone.
She's your stereotypical Irish woman: full of spunk and fire. You might have noticed I
don't have an accent. My brother and I were born here in Kansas after my parents
immigrated from the "old country". I don't even bother to turn off the monitor; they
probably want to make sure I'm okay. I run down the stairs and stop. "What's up?"

The small girl standing in our front door way stares up at me; her eyes are puffy.
"Aidan? I'm Kristyn, Jackson's sister."

"Come on up." I turn, not even checking if she's behind me. I know she's there.
The real reason I can't look at her for long? She looks too much like him. Same brown
eyes...light brown hair...cheekbones. I feel the tears falling down my cheeks, even
before I realize they had started. I push open the door to my room and motion for her to
sit. She does, hesitantly; this is the first time we've met face-to-face.

"I thought..." She clears her throat as it catches. "I thought your name was
Drew."

"My middle name is Andrew. I was sick of people pronouncing Aidan wrong." I
know my smile must be a tight, unhappy one but I can't bring myself to really try.

"Oh." She smiles, a whimsical, amused smile. "Aidan Andrew Murphy. How
Irish." She blushes slightly, her eyes begging me not to be offended. God, even their
eyes beg the same way. "My brother," She stops abruptly; the tears falling slowly.
"Really liked you." I notice the lack of the word 'love'; his family hadn't taken it so well
when they found about us. My parents gave me a condom and crude limerick to recite.
At least she's acknowledging me. That's more than I could ever ask for.

"I really like him too." Her head cocks at the use of like. She must think the
shock hasn't settled yet. I don't think it ever will.

"As you probably already knew, I was out of the country most of his high school
life and I..." She stops as if to figure out how to phrase the question. Must be hard not
to know your little brother, she's going on twenty-five if I remember and married to a
military man. They never had time to become close. "I was wondering how you two
came about."

"Came about?" I let out a small chuckle at her word usage. "We started going
out the year he moved here."

"That's three years ago! When you were freshmen?"
"Technically it was the last month of our freshman year. We started really getting
serious during that summer." My gaze, as does hers, sweeps around the room catching
glimpses of my life and his. Pictures of us going to our senior prom and right next to that
one...college grazing. We were even picking out a college to go to together. Jackson
and I had this summer planned. It was our last summer here in this town and we were
going out with a bang. I feel the tears stronger now. I feel two arms hug me close and
am surprised to feel Kristyn anywhere near me. "What exactly do you want to know?"

"All of it. I want to know he was truly happy. I want to feel better." She sits
beside me and rubs a soothing hand down my back. "If you can't I understand. It's
just..." She clears her throat again. "I'm flying back to Europe to my husband's station
in Germany after the funeral. I loved my brother very much and I just want to know what
I missed. What my parents won't tell me." She hands me the tissues sitting next to her
on the desk. "Please?"

I stare at her; the box of tissues still outstretched in her hand. I slowly reach out
and take one and blow my nose. I clutch it; not feeling like getting up and throwing it
away. "Okay." She wraps an arm around my shoulder, silently telling me to start.

"I first saw him when they were letting him tour the school. He was soaked
because of the heavy rains we were getting..."

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Here's my spin-off y'all! ^_^ I finally got around to writing it! Yeah! It's sad and I apologize profusely! Ise sorry. ^_^ But I have to have something angst filled. I'll write something fluffy for Newsies so it'll be okay. ^_^ Stay tuned for more you guys! I want reviews! I love 'em!! ^_^ I'll love all of you forever and ever!