Part II
Long before Brent and Steve made it to Kevin’s place to help save the day, Carl was already there collecting the clothes and shoes Franchesca threw off the 4th floor balcony of his inner city loft. Although he was puzzled by the fact that she was throwing Kevin’s clothes out of his own house, he made it clear he wouldn’t intervene in the argument. “Baby listen….Baby calm down,” he shouted as he ducked and dodged the pool stick she swung with one hand and the steak knife she thrashed with the other. The 5’3 terrorist fearlessly provoked a fight after seeing the balance to Kevin’s credit card after snooping through his e-mails. She found he had charged a room at an upscale hotel, spent hundreds of dollars at a florist and made an extremely large purchase at a celebrity jewelry boutique. As Brent and Steve made their way into the apartment Kevin turned to yell for help, but before the words could leave his lips like lightning a swift blow from the pool stick landed directly on the top of Kevin’s head. Seconds later the steak knife grazed his neck leaving a gash that well deserved several stiches. To the floor Kevin went and she raised the pool stick over her head with both hands as if she was preparing to deliver a swing of death. After the initial shock wore off Carl went for Franchesca, Brent went for Kevin and Steve went for the door. As Carl Struggled to subdue the mini giant she yelled, “Who in the hell you wining and Dining Kevin?!” As Brent picked Kevin up from the floor Kevin secured his head with one hand and his bleeding neck with the other. “Who you taking to the Ritz Carlton and who you got all them damn flowers for?!” Mouths to the floor Carl dropped Franchesca, Brent dropped Kevin and Steve peeked from behind the door in anticipation for the answer. Rubbing his head with shame and embarrassment he said, “Next week my parents would have been celebrating their 30th anniversary and I planned to propose to you on that day.” You could hear a pin drop. As if they had telepathy Carl, Brent, and Steve thought in unison, “You sure you wanna marry this crazy heffa?” And as if he had telepathy Kevin thought, “Yea, I really do.”
Twenty –Two stiches later the guys rode in silence wondering the same thing, “When in the hell did he decide he wanna get married?” Knowing the question was soon to come out Kevin decided to break the silence by expressing how much he needed a change in his life and proposing to his “Chessy” on his mother and father’s anniversary would be the start to that change. Understanding the significance of the date the guys didn’t make any objections to his decision, but to minimize the thickness of the awkward cloud that surfaced over Kevin’s truck Brent said, “You better enjoy this weekend cause once Chessy get them papers on you, you won’t be going nowhere for a long time!” Carl adlibbed, “Hell Naw!” After the laughter and jokes were done they decided to split up to get dressed and meet back at their favorite spot for drinks.
Part I
The 3:30 bell rings, his tie comes loose and Mr. Tate falls back in his chair. For now he know he’s Brent and after a long week of grading papers and breaking up teenage make-out sessions the only thing on his mind is his weekend plans to relive his college days with some old friends. Too young to carry a brief case and too old for a back pack, he throws the work he’ll be putting off into his messenger bag and storms out the door. Wayfarers on his face he lets down the top of his XK8 and pulls off.
Meanwhile across town there is a similar story taking place. The former Mr. Robinson throws his blazer over his shoulder, high fives his favorite student and heads out the door. Dropping his phone after receiving a burn from his leather seat and seat belt a call from Brent comes through. Thinking the call is about how crazy their weekend is about to be, it is instead about Kevin’s girlfriend having another one of her fits and they should rush their immediately….
Intro
Like the majority of our articles, the never ending story came about from a night of rambling about in the city. Inspired by all the random-ness that went on that night (bar fight turned street fight, unplanned strip club visit and getting lost) provided the perfect platform for an amazing story. Given that actual elements of our own lives are used in these stories they won't be written until a few days before publishing. This ensures the story is up to date with the happenings and events of our own lives. Originally we planned to publish the stories in the newspaper only, but we figured it'll be best to allow readers who just happened to miss an issue the opportunity to stay in the loop. So for whatever reason you wasn't able to get a paper the story will be uploaded to the blog two weeks after its publishing date.
- Delvin Arnell
