INC 3

"Kevin I think you are bipolar. But I need to test it and talk with your family and friends, is that okay?"

"I don’t know." He ran his fingers through his hair. He was worried and nervous. This frustrated him. He didn’t like decisions, well not all the time. This was one of those times when he did not like them.

"I’ll call them in."

"Alright I’m going back by Kallie."

"Kevin I’m getting you some anti-depressants."

"Whatever."

*

"So Mr. Carter…"

"Nick."

"Nick, how does Kevin act around you?"

"I don’t know, like Kevin." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Is ever incredibly happy, for no reason?"

"Yeah… sometimes... sometimes he doesn’t think to well when he’s like that. He wants to have fun with no consequences. Which we can’t."

"I understand. Does he sleep when he’s like this?"

"No. An hour or two here and there. But then if he gets a few hours you can’t get him back up."

"What about depression?"

"Yeah he gets that a lot. He never did drugs to make it go away. But I know he thought about it. It’s his damn rep that he would protect with his life that saved his ass so many times. Sometimes he’s like both though."

"How so?"

"He performs and hangs with fan like there’s no tomorrow and he smirks. Like he knows what a great artist he is. But then one little thing will happen and he’ll start bawlin’. Like it was the end of the world. And he’ll start to talk about how horrible everything is and no one can make it better." Nick was crying by now.

"It’s alright Nick. That’s all I need to know."

He ran out of the room. Brian was there to hug him. Kevin was loved by the world and even though the band fought, they were the friends who loved him the most.