Shawn is a serious, tough, strong, cold and dangeurous mafia man. He is bad tempered, and jealous, but caring and brave. He hate losing,someone looking down at him or even someone teasing him. Allen is from a simple middle classed imigrate family, b...
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Shawn Estevan was driving his sport car along the pretty mountain road of Colorado that lead to the charming cottage of Allen MacKinnley. It was just after the sunset, and the sky was beginning to turn into a deep inky black. Shawn loves to drive fast, and as he flew down the winding road, he pushed the limits of the car's powerful engine. He was deep in throught, lost in his own world, when suddenly, he spotted something in his rearview mirror that made his heart race.
Allen is in his cottage, smoking a cigarette in the pretty flowered balcony. His dad, a british buisness man named Walter MacKinnley with his long mustaches, is smoking a pipe, and his beautiful grandma Adrienne MacKinnley is drinking a glass of red wine, dark like blood red.
As Shawn approaches the cottage, close enough to have a look of Allen's balcony and cottage, his eyes widen. He is looking at Allen who is enjoying a smoke with his father and grandma. He feels something in his chest...anger and jealousy. But Why? Why anger and jealousy? He hits the gas, the car engine roaring as he speeds towards the cottage.
Adrienne: It's a cold night.
Allen: yea, and yet I'am on a short shirt.
Adrienne: Ugh Allen. You should put your jackets.
As Shawn approaches the cottage more, he sees Allen clearly,standing on the balcony wearing a short shirt, in that ice feeling freezing night. He bites his lips in anger, his fists glued like strong iron in the steering wheel. He dosen't understand why Allen will expose himself in the cold and he didn't understand either why he cares about him like that...
Walter: You have plenty of jackets Allen, you should listen to your grandma and wear them.
Shawn anger grows as he hears Walter words. He is right, what the fuck Allen is doing in that icy night?! Is he out of his mind?! He wanna yell at Allen, to tell him to fucking put a damn jacket, to be more careful about his health, that all of this isn't a game, but he can't because he is still too far away. He parks the car aggressively, the tires screeching as he comes to a sudden stop in front of the cottage.
Adrienne: Who is there at that time?
Adrienne questions hang up in the air, unanswered. Walter take a puff of his pipe, and squints into the dark, trying to see who has arrived. Meanwhile, Shawn slams his car door shut, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night.
