Drenched in sweat, my clothes attached to me like second skin. The cold air pressed against my hot skin drifting in from Minnesota weather, like fire and ice. I couldn't stand not playing ball, I hated that I was useless in life now, my one career my only goal in life torn away from me. I couldn't help but relay that message over and over in my head about that night. What if I was somewhere else? Not have done that interview with Joey, and definitely not have this stupid sling in my arm. I turn to my bag, placing the basketball and shoes in it before counting to walk back to the apartment

The Doctor's say that I wouldn't be able to play as well as I did with my shooting arm, and that's the arm my whole career depended on. Father was disappointed and basically disowned me because his son could no longer be his champion, Mother was to much of a wreck to even stick up for me or fail to notice that I hurt too, and poor Cassidy just wanted her brother back and I wanted too be that big brother she looked up too.

But now, look at me I'm living with the girl that's ex-fiance destroyed my career and also cheated on her with her best friend. I would say her life is worst then mine, but let's be honest mine sucked more. Running laps and dribbling was the only thing that kept me going on, I've been staying out here past three in the morning doing just that.

Living with a girl on the other hand was pretty terrible, she cleaned everything my bathroom. It smelled like flowers, and not like my body spray. Plus living with Joey was like having a bounty on my head for Nathan to attack me and his precious girl, but honestly she wasn't precious she was just plain annoying. She did have looks going for her but she didn't have the stable lifestyle, but she did have her looks and the money for rent.

It was time for me to head back to the apartment and hopefully get the place to myself, no girly interruptions just me and my masculinity or whatever I had left of it. My mind failed me yet again, before even entering the apartment I could hear loud music from our door she was blasting Linkin Park and the sound nearly echoed through the halls and probably upstairs.

"Hell." I say out loud before hitting my fist against the wall, she was back at it again with the music.

I look up to see Nina in the doorway to her apartment, her hair out of placed and circles under her eyes. "You'll get use to it," She says, "It's just her getting into the vibe." She smiles before entering her apartment and slamming the door. Okay, that was a little creepy.

Whatever, I'll shut it down. I open the door to see her rocking it out in her overalls, with a paint brush in another hand and her hair full of paint.

I walk over to her, making her freeze in time and shutting the stereo off, "Sorry, I was being to loud wasn't I?" She apologizes before battering her eyes at me, attempting to make things better.

"We have neighbors all around us Joey," I point to the floor and to the ceiling, "Keep it in you ear lobes." I lecture her, before her face turn beat red and me handing the ear buds to her.

"It's Joe or Josephine, Keegan." She crosses her arms, unsatisfied how I always call her Joey and then turning the stereo back on. Parading around to the music with her tongue sticking out, and her hands waving in the air.

You would think this was adorable, the way her chestnut hair slowly cascaded around her face framing her freckles in the light of the sun, the sun reflecting her grey blue eyes to an hazel green. Strikingly beautiful but also strikingly annoying, i reached around her making her freeze in motion her face almost against mine, I shut the stereo off glancing at her face.

"I'm tired Joey." I sigh before releasing her from my restraint, and heading to my comforter physically tired and now mentally exhausted from dealing with an annoying girl I plop my body my heading hitting the pillow.

She begins to whisper to herself, and I couldn't quite get the words. "What was that?" I asked her, moving my head up to see her starring directly at me.

"Nothing." She mumbles, before reverting to her music that was now silently playing in her ear actual ear and not in mine before re framing to painting again, her heading nodding to the beat of the music.

What a sight too see though, she was a terrific painter even though I don't know much about painting. I knew about Vincent van Gogh, I mean he was the one that painted that dude with the missing ear and was screaming. Right?

"Hey!" I yelled at her, but her attention was still drifted to the music. "Hey!" I hollered again, but nothing. "Joey!" I yelled one last time, jolting her out of her trance,

"What?" She yells before noticing she still has her ear buds in, finally cluing in she takes them out.

"What?" She ask again quietly, this time.

"Was Vincent van Gogh the guy that painted the dude with no ears and was screaming?" I ask her, before a slow smile creeps on to her face.

She tried to surpass her giggle before it bursting into a full out laugh, her face goes quiet noticing me not laughing. "Oh my god, you're being serious?" She abrupt into laughter again, her smile gleaming ear to ear.

I grunt, she takes that in as I'm annoyed and continues to talk again, "You're talking about The Scream, and the artist was Edvard Munch." She smiles, putting her paint brush aside and walking over to my couch, or what she would like to call it her bed and sits on it.

Her eyes looking at me with such amusement,"Now the one with the ear severed off is actually Van Gogh self portrait of himself."

I looked at her confused, why paint a picture of yourself with a bandage on your head. "Why?" I requested.

"Its a long story but lets say, he had a seizure and cut his ear by accident." She says softly, with hint of amusement.

"That's fucked up."

She giggles, again the sound penetrating my ear. She was actually okay looking when she laughed. "Yeah, it kind is." Planting her face into the couch, gleaming with excitement.

I looked at her puzzled. "Why are you so smiley Joey?"

She sighs before sitting up, positioning her face above her feet staring at them. "No one has ever asked me about art before, it's nice." She gets up, walking over and turning back to her painting.

I didn't know what else to say to her, it was almost painful to see her like this I couldn't hear her but I saw she was silently screaming inside and suffocating with each breath she took holding onto her pride. I wanted to walk up to her and tell her everything was going to be alright, but that would be lying and I don't think she needed the confrontation.

So, I turned another cheek or my body to be more precis and drifted to sleep, and maybe wake up to an empty room or to an empty place.

I know it was a short chapter but I was like hey why don't we add Keegan's view on things. I hope this was a bit interesting and that you got a little insight on him and know what he's been doing better late at than Josephine does.

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