We Need Talk About Kevin Novels & Stories

Sienna “Well, he was going to work for the Delroys anyway, not like he was going to go pro,” She snipes and I know she is feeling like shit. “Now we’ll never know. You should have called me,” Kevin tells her. “Should have, but didn’t. No use talking about the past. Let’s just enjoy the sunrise.” Her words mute Kevin and I as we lie under the star filled night. We watch the sunrise without a word. All lost in our minds.

“I didn't just want to talk to you.” “What does that mean?” I asked Kevin looked directly at me. “It means I've been thinking.” "About?” I asked. “Us,” he answered. The word settled heavily between us while neither of us moved, and eventually I exhaled. “This is about my job,” I said. Kevin nodded immediately. “Yes,” he replied. I almost laughed. Of course it was. “Kevin,” I began. “No,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “Don't do that.”

Anders says. Kevin bangs his fist down on the table, rattling cutlery and plates. "I don't want that bastard anywhere near my city. He better go back to whatever pit of hell he's been in for the past ten years, he's not welcome here." "Who's Rhys Van Allen?" I ask quietly. "Shut the hell up!" Kevin grinds out. "Don't be so harsh dear." His older sister Blair drawls. "She doesn't know that she's not supposed to interrupt when her betters are talking."