What if...? Part 2/?

Rate: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: In an alternate universe, maybe things would be different. 

Word count: 1102

Thanks to: Sueli och Jenni for beta-ing. 


Kevin is beaming with pride when he watches Molly show the engagement ring to the family. She answers questions about how they will make the wedding and tells everyone that her family is flying in from Seattle next week.


“That’s wonderful!” Nora says. “They can all come over for dinner. Just let me know what night they are free.” The voices blend into cacophony and Kevin suddenly feels dizzy. For several seconds he feels his heart skip a few beats and his breath becoming shallow.


He sees Molly surrounded by his family, all happily chatting about how wonderful it is that they are getting married. Kevin feels his pride disappear and being replaced by fear. It’s Molly for the rest of his life. With his family and with hers. He walks into the kitchen, sees the stools around the counter and sits down.


He hears voices coming from the crowd in the living room and moves into the pantry to avoid them. He leans against the wall and sinks down to the floor, burying his head against his knees.


He hears gentle footsteps across the kitchen and he knows that the person that sinks down opposite of him is his mother.

“Tell me.” She orders in her soft voice.


“I don’t know what to say.” Kevin quietly replies. “Why aren’t I out there celebrating? Why aren’t I opening the champagne we brought?”

“Do you not want to marry her?” Nora asks.

“Of course I do! I love her!” Kevin says. He fiddles with his foot, looking up at his mother.


“I don’t know.” He says. “I can’t imagine my life without her, but at the same time I don’t know how I want to have her in it either. When I saw her there with the ring it all became so real.” He continues.

“Would you rather be friends with her? No marriage, no commitment, no strings attached?” Nora wonders.


“It’s too late.” Kevin says. “This is what I needed to do. Not for me, but for all of us. Everyone knew it was time for us to do this now, you’ve said so yourself.”

“Kevin,” Nora says, taking his hand in hers. “I want you to be happy, and if that means marrying Molly then I want you to. If that means climbing a clock-tower and throwing rocks at people passing by, then so be it.”


“Whatever you do, I want you to want it. If not, I’m not happy.” Nora says. “And it’s never too late, honey. It’s never too late to change your life.” She squeezes Kevin’s hand and smiles at him before getting up. “Go talk to her right now, I’ll distract the family.” 



Scotty wakes up in the middle of the night when someone is pounding on his front door. He swears and manages to get up without hitting himself on anything in the dark apartment.

What?” He shouts and opens the door.


Of all people that could be standing there, Kevin Walker was the last one he would have thought of.

Kevin?” He asks. “What are you doing here?” He lets Kevin in and sends a happy thought to himself for being alone tonight. He can’t walk straight and is obviously not sober. Rather the opposite, actually.


“I’m sorry.” Kevin slurs. “I didn’t know where to go. I remembered your address, so I went here.” He explains and swallows a hiccup. “Did I wake you?”

“It’s over three o’clock, yes you did.” Scotty says. He can’t lie, but he’s already been nice enough to let Kevin in, so why not guilt him a bit?


“Why are you here drunk?” He asks.

“Because I’m homeless.” Kevin says, sitting down on Scotty’s couch. “I was engaged for about five hours and now I’m homeless because my ex-fiancé threw me out.” He announces.

“What? Why? What happened?.” Scotty sympathetically asks, sitting down next to Kevin.


“She was so happy. Sarah helped me pick out a ring, cost me a fortune. They were all so happy. I had barley gotten up from the floor when she and everyone she knows had started planning the ceremony.” Kevin says. He looks tired when he speaks, leaning his head back on the couch.


“Then this thing happened.” Kevin says. “I saw my whole life passing by, and it made me want to cry or scream or just run away. And surprisingly enough, she didn’t think that was good. So now I’m single.”


Scotty looks at the man on his couch. He has no idea what to say or do, still shocked that Kevin would turn up at his door step.

“Why did you come to me? Why not one of your brothers or a friend?” Scotty asks.

“They wouldn’t understand. They are all striving to get married, or they already are.”


Kevin doesn’t want to tell Scotty the truth. The truth that is that whatever Kevin has tried thinking of the last weeks has been interrupted by thoughts about Scotty. That somewhere in his head he knows that Scotty is his savior that will say the magic spell and then everything will be alright. Scotty knows the answer.


“I love Molly, but I can’t see myself marrying her.” Kevin says, and then the room falls in silence. Neither of them speak for several minutes and Scotty starts to wonder if Kevin has passed out from the alcohol.

“Kevin?” He asks.


“Yes?” Come the reply, clearly wide awake.

“Are you gay?” Scotty asks. The room is silent again. Kevin doesn’t reply.

“My uncle is gay.” Kevin says. “He’s one of the most amazing people I know. He’s a brilliant economist, a great man and a wonderful friend. He’s had a partner for several years, Milo.” Kevin speaks in a fragile and monotonous voice.


“He worked with my father for several years.” Kevin continues. “When he came out, my father didn’t speak to him for several months, other than at work. I saw it and it hurt me. I had just started working as a lawyer and Ojai Foods was one of my first clients.” Kevin’s voice becomes more shallow and it sounds like he is about to start crying.


“Kevin…” Scotty says, extending a hand to Kevin’s back. He leans forward to Kevin, stroking the hand over his shoulders. Kevin sobs quietly and then leans over to Scotty, diving into his embrace. He sobs into Scotty’s neck with his arms tightly around Scotty’s waist.


Scotty leans his own head against Kevin’s, gently continuing the stroking as he lets Kevin cry against his shoulder.

“It’ll be alright.” He whispers. “It’s all gonna be alright.”


Comment here:

Remember me?

E-mail: (invisible)



RSS 2.0