We Talk About Kevin Novels & Stories

Kevin’s eyes lingered a second too long before he forced them back to the TV. They ordered food, cracked open beers, and settled into their usual spots on the big sectional couch. The conversation started light—Mike complaining about the crowded gym, Kevin venting about a tight deadline—but underneath it all was the memory of the other night. It hung in the air like static electricity. Halfway through the pizza, Mike wiped his hands on a napkin and leaned back, legs spread wide. “So… we gonna talk about it or keep pretending nothing happened?” Kevin nearly choked on his beer. He set the bottle down, heart suddenly pounding. “Talk about what?”

Kevin looked at the empty table. Kevin said, "There's a lot of discussion going on about it, and to be honest, not all of it is easy to hear. Some folks think it doesn't go far enough, while others believe it's too little, too late. Then there are those who see it as just a publicity stunt." He took a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing, "But the fact is, people are talking, and they're being honest about it. That's a big step forward from where we were before, when nobody was really willing to have these tough conversations. At least now, we're having an open and honest dialogue, and that's something to build on." “Is it enough?” Selene asked.

"What we need right now are more people" Kevin spoke angrily, looking at all of us. I told them about all the stuff that's been going on, the dead girl and the note. They were shocked but I know that everyone knew at some point this would happen, it didn't take us long to start discussing what we should do.

Kevin threw him a mock query. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Kevin then shifted his gaze at me after Kalex says those as if easily believing those foolish words of an idiot. “Me?” I even pointed at myself. Why me? As if I have so much care for what they were talking about. I also do not know what Kalex is blabbering about. If he was asking who he is, then why not say his name instead of passing to me their ridiculous conversation? Tch. They’re getting on my nerves.

I hiss. The twins and Kevin are deep in conversation discussing the latest episode of Supernatural. “Oh, is it one of your one-night stands or should I say one-flight stands?" Kevah quirks an eyebrow at me. “Is it Patsy?" She guffaws. Jesus Christ, she's never going to let that go. “No, it's not Patsy, I didn't even save her number."

I honestly have no idea why my sister married this good for nothing piece of crap. Kenzie and Carla are sitting in a corner talking and Rebecca joins them soon Kevin arrives with his army of bodyguards who has to stay outside. They are not allowed in. "Kev you here" I bump my shoulder into his He looks at me and smiles. "Ky it’s good to see you man" he says before hugging me. "What it takes me getting married to see my brother?" I joke when the hug breaks

Kevin interrupted, making us turn our faces to him in surprise. "No… Wait, since Kiera is awake, I want to talk to her about something," I said, catching Kevin's attention. "It's important," I added, looking at Kiera with a serious expression. "Well… What do you talk about?" Kevin asked, his curiosity piqued. "I want you to work for me," I said, my tone confident. "I have a proposition that I think you'll be interested in." Kevin's eyebrows shot up in surprise, clearly intrigued by my offer.

She shook her head vehemently and said "no I don't like him" Alyssia gave up. If it wasn't for the fact that Kevin told her not to talk about him to her, she would have said everything but now. She then smiled, at least this was a good sign. Whenever Kirsten refused to talk about a guy, she was always sure the eighty percent of the guy, she liked him. Back to Nacen and kevin. They were in the kitchen and Nacen was making coffee. "So Kevin, what do you think about staying here with us"

"I can tell from the looks of you. You have been miserable these past few weeks." "No, you got it wrong. I've just been stressed about the war." "And now?" "What about it?" "Why the depressed look?" "I'm not. I'm just tired." "Sure." "I mean I'm happy we're finally going back home." "Okay," said Kevin. After a moment of silence he says, "So it's official over between you two, huh?" "Yup." "Well, I mean, it's a good thing then. The both of you can move on with your life.”

He's still not telling me what they were talking about. In amongst the beautiful sounds of the birds, I speak up again, "You've seen my living room... Why was he touring you?" Kevin doesn't give any information, he only swings our hands. [] [] [] On the walk back to my apartment, I finally crack. "Okay,", I spit, waving my hands flat out in front of me, "Tell me what you and my dad were discussing, I can't wait any longer." Kevin shakes his head and spares me a tired look.