That Time of the Month
A sequel that never was: What if Life and Death ended the same way as Twilight? Well, in this next chpater of his story, Beau deals with a breakup with Edythe, a new best friend with a secret and all the other tragedies of 2006 - like Brittany Spears' breakdown and the death of Steve Irwin. How will Beau cope?
A sequel to Life and Death
On my birthday, Edythe's sister tried to kill me. We broke up the next day. I mean, the chick's great and all, but anyone forced to read Romeo and Juliet in 8th grade English can tell you that star crossed lovers with crazy families makes for a romantic story, but it tends to suck for the participants.
Amicable though it was, it wasn't really an easy breakup. Edythe and her whole family skipped town later that week, after we tried to hang out as just friends and ended up making out instead. What can I say? She's hot and I smell good.
Anyways, last I heard, they're in Brazil. Artie sends me emails once in a while. He still feels bad about Jessamine's part in the whole birthday incident.
As for me, I moped around. I sat in my room and read a lot of Hemmingway, ate Twinkies, and banged my head against the wall.
Then, a few weeks later, Allen invited me to Jeremy's house to watch the Crocodile Hunter marathon they were playing on Discovery Channel to honor Steve Irwin, who had died a month earlier. Seeing as I had just finished The Sun Also Rises and had nothing better to do, I agreed.
It was fun at first, watching Steve wrestle 'crocs' and rescue kangaroos, but then we watched a segment where he's playing with a cobra. Jeremy said sadly, "I still can't believe a it was a sting ray that got him. Of all the animals it could have been..."
We didn't know how to respond, so we just kept watching in silence. Well not silence exactly. We kept watching without talking, because we were too busy laughing at Steve's antics. What a character!
Allen looked over, tears glistening in his eyes and said, "This was my childhood, man. Now Steve's dead and it'll never be the same."
Just then, an older clip, featuring a pregnant Terry began playing. For some reason, it really got to me. "I know, man," I replied, "And the worst part is, he left behind a family. His poor wife and little girl!"
I want to say we handled our grief in a manly way, but actually we held each other and cried like babies. It was way cathartic. I couldn't cry about Edythe, but crying about a crazy crocodile wrestler was totally acceptable in the man code.
Eventually we calmed down enough to play Halo 2 and eat junk food until two in the morning. After that, it got easier to deal with the breakup.
A/N:
Autocorrect doesn't think Jessamine is a real word. Imagine that. It wants me to replace it with Steaminess. Read into that what you will.