Zarbon Goes to Law School
Zarbon and Morgan were in their new apartment together, it had been about four years since they went to high school at least, "Oh Zarbon you burned the toast again." Morgan said.
"I'm sorry, I just don't know how you want your toast these days, I mean come on we've got this apartment together. I hate to say this, but I need to make a living." Zarbon said.
"Morgan how would you feel about me going to law school? My dad sends me checks every once in a while for school and stuff like that." Zarbon said.
"What? I thought you had to be extra smart in order to go to law school, I mean I could never get into a regular college, because my SAT scores weren't high enough." Morgan said.
"Mine were prefect," Zarbon said.
"That's just because you studied so much, you never were the type of guy to go out to the nightclubs were you?" Morgan asked.
Zarbon smiled at her, "Oh Morgan where do the years go by?" Zarbon asked.
"What are you talking about?" Morgan asked.
"It's been years since I've talked to Jada and Olga last, I wonder if Jada is still in love with her?" Zarbon asked.
"I wonder if Tre ever got a girlfriend, or if he even got married?" Morgan asked.
"Which reminds me, did Yulta and Olga ever move out of the house?" Zarbon asked laughing.
"I'm curious to know the same thing." Morgan said.
Meanwhile in Paris, France Jada had an apartment; Jada was a friend of theirs who followed Olga and her family around the world just to try to get her out of the house. The whole situation was ridiculous, because each time Jada was caught by her mother Tonya, they had to move to another part of the world. Nevertheless, he still followed them; he knew that Olga and he were meant to be, and she vice versa.
He was looking at a Geometry test on the computer; he took online classes at IvyTech a community college.
"I just have to study for my Geometry test and I'll be a genius. I can't wait to become an accountant." Jada said.
He then grabbed a picture of Olga, his one true love, of Russian Jewish decedent, but one hundred percent American. "Oh I wonder if you remember me?" he thought to himself.
Meanwhile in a big house in Paris, Olga was studying in her room, "Oh gosh darn it, I could never pick up French the way Jada has. I wonder where he is?" She wondered.
Meanwhile in New Orleans, Tre Morgan and Zarbon's other friend was arguing with his wife.
"Annabel I'm sorry I cheated on you! Really I am!" The door closed on him, Annabel kicked him to the curve.
"Man my life sucks right now; lucky for me I stole her credit card." Tre laughed, he was great at being scandalous almost as much as the rest of the group of friends.
"I thinking I'm going on a little vacation to Paris." He said.
Back in Paris Olga was eating dinner with her parents and her twin brother Yulta, "So Yulta how did practice go for you?" Tanya asked.
Yulta was a major sports person, and was studying to become a football coach, "It was ok, but I still like speaking English." Yulta said who missed the United States more than the rest of the family.
"Which reminds me, don't you have a girlfriend?" Tanya asked.
"She's not my girlfriend mom; she's just a woman that likes me." Yulta said.
"I think Yulta is in love!" Victor said laughing.
"Yah good for him!" Olga said.
"What's the matter with you?" Tanya asked.
"Oh just thinking about someone right now." Olga said.
"Oh do you mean Jada? You're not supposed to be thinking about him, he's probably forgotten about you by now." Tanya said.
"That's really cold mom!" Yulta said.
"Yah I agree, Jada is a lot more man than some of those guys you've been setting up Olga with." Victor said.
Tanya glared at Victor, "What?" She asked.
"Never mind just eating my potatoes dear." Victor said munching up his potatoes.
"No he hasn't forgotten about me!" Olga said.
"How old are you now Olga?" Tanya asked.
"Twenty three," Olga said.
"Aren't you a little too old to be thinking about past boyfriends?" Tanya asked.
"Yes mom," Olga said.
"Oh good, I was thinking about setting you up on a blind date with my friend's son." Tanya said.
"Oh no not another blind date." Olga thought.
"Here's what you were meant to do, marry a rich Jewish husband, and have kids." Tanya said.
"Yes but it's not so ideal for me now, I want to become a doctor." Olga said.
"What do you want to become a doctor for?" Tanya asked.
"Because I want to help people." Olga said.
"Doctors don't have good handwriting, so why don't you thinking about something else?" Tanya asked.
"Yes mother, although I have no desire to be a Jewish princess that mooches off of her husband." Olga said.
The doorbell rang, "Oh the mail is here, I'll get it!" Olga said getting up and getting the door.
The mail carrier gave her the mail. She then closed the door and went to sit back down, "Let's see what we have here. Bills, bills…"
Olga then saw a letter from him. "Oh what's this?" She thought. She then put the mail on the table and went into the other room with the letter.
"I wonder who wrote this?" She thought. She opened the letter and began reading it to herself.
"Dear Olga, I can't describe how much feelings I have for you. Every night and day is lifeless without you by my side. I long to be near you, to hold and cuddle with you in bed. If it is a sin for us to be together, then I don't want another God but you. Let me be all the man that makes your pain go away, write back to me. Forever yours, Jada."
She then said quietly, "Oh Jada my man."
Meanwhile Jada was standing right outside her window, "I hope Olga isn't married or seeing anybody." He thought to himself.
Back in the USA, Zarbon was in a room taking a test to get into the law school, "Wow this test is hard, I think I should be able to finish it soon enough." He thought.
Later on Zarbon came home and went up to Morgan, "Morgan guess what?" Zarbon asked.
"What is it Zarbon?" Morgan asked.
"They let me in!" Zarbon yelled with excitement.
"Yes go Zarbon!" She hugged him.
"Now all you have to do is study your butt off!" Morgan said.
"I know that, I can't wait until I go, why don't we celebrate?" Zarbon asked.
"That's a very good idea!" Morgan said.
"Are you old enough to drink?" Zarbon asked.
"Of course I am I'm twenty- three for crying out loud." Morgan said.
That night they were at a restaurant eating dinner, "Oh Zarbon how could you afford to eat at this restraint?" Morgan asked.
"To be honest with you, I have no idea. I borrowed some money from your father, with his permission." Zarbon said with a nervous look on his face.
Morgan then put her fork down, "You did what?" Morgan asked.
"I borrowed some money from my father, but once I get out of law school, we can go out to eat as much as you like without me having to borrow money." Zarbon said.
"Why did you do that? You know we cannot depend on your father financially forever." Morgan said a little ticked.
"Because I thought that we could have a nice dinner is all." Zarbon said.
"Zarbon I am officially in no more of a mood to eat with you, I want a man who will financially take care of me, not depend on his father to do that for us. I'm going home, we're broken up now." Morgan said putting her napkin down and walking out of the restaurant.
"What will it be?" The waiter asked.
"I'll just have a bottle of chardonnay." Zarbon said.
Morgan and Zarbon once again broke up; they had been breaking up and getting back together for many times now. Usually if they broke it off it would be temporary anyways, usually the reasons they broke it off was because Morgan would take Zarbon for granted, in fact it was usually Morgan who would break it off, Zarbon just waited patiently until she came back to him, which she usually did.
Meanwhile a day in Paris later, Tre arrived after a long fifteen-hour flight, "Here I am in old gay Paris. If only I had a place to stay, but this visa will help me." He said holding his now estranged wife's credit card up.
Later on he was at a café and saw a group of French black girls, Tre was an African American, he thought that maybe a French black woman would be more submissive than a black American woman, they giggled when they saw him. He raised his glass up and then spilled wine on himself. The girls laughed hard, "I had no idea that there were black people in Paris." He thought.
Yes Tre, in fact many countries that France ruled over in the past, had a black majority living in them. Many of those black folk moved to Paris for a better life, and they regardless of their skin color, had developed a French temperament just as much as the French Muslims, which could be compared to the typical white French people themselves. They still yelled at you for not speaking French correctly, and that's all that really matters, right?
He got up and walked over to the girls, "Hello there, I'm American." Tre said raising the barre that he bought at the gift shop.
The girls all glared at him, "Sorry we don't speak English!" one of them said in French.
"Well I'm Tre!" he said smiling big.
"Why aren't you speaking French?" One of them asked.
"Tre?" one of them asked.
"Oui, I…" Jada then walked over to Tre.
"Tre?" Jada asked.
"Jada? Oh my God what are you doing here?" Tre asked hugging Jada.
"I live here Tre," Jada said.
"You live in France?" Tre asked, as he saw the girls walk away.
"Girls come back!" Tre yelled.
"Forget them Tre, French girls are impossible." Jada said.
"Why do you live in France?" Tre asked.
"Because I have a lover here that I intend to marry." Jada said.
"Let me guess, Olga and her family moved here," Tre said.
"Correct, and I intend to marry her still, and she still wants to marry me. We just need to get her away from that control freak Tonya." Jada said.
"Now tell me something, how did Tonya come up with the idea to move her and her family around the world?" Tre asked.
"It's a long story, it all started when I had sex with Olga and was caught, then her possessive mother moved the family to Venice Italy to get away from me, then Zarbon accompanied me to Italy to get Olga back, it didn't work. Then Tanya moved the family to Paris, and I followed them here. They've been living here for about a couple of years now." Jada said.
"So where is Zarbon in all of this?" Tre asked scratching his head.
"Zarbon went back to the USA for good, but he gave me the credit card that Olga gave to him that she stole from her mom and…Oh my God!" Jada said.
"What's the matter?" Tre asked.
"Tre I've been living off the credit card that used to belong to Olga's mom! They're going to be in debt if I'm not careful!" Jada said.
"Well that's nothing, I stole my wife's credit card and I…I mean she paid for the trip to Paris." Tre said snickering.
"Tre that's illegal! We're committing identity thief!" Jada yelled.
Everyone looked at him, "I hope those people don't' know English." Jada said.
"Oh no I'm a bad person, how will I ever make amends?" Tre asked sarcastically.
"I have an idea, how about you return the credit card to Olga's mom, and we'll say that you were the one who stole the credit card!" Jada said.
"What? It was your entire fault!" Tre said.
"I know it was, sadly I'm not the one who was paying for the stuff or education I got myself, just return the credit card." Jada said.
"Do you even know where Olga lives?" Tre asked.
"Of course I do," Jada said.
"Good let's go!" Tre said about to walk away.
"Wait just a minute, you can't just parade on Olga's lawn, we need to have a plan of attack." Jada said.
"What do you mean?" Tre asked.
Jada took Tre to his apartment; Jada got the keys out and unlocked the door, "Home sweet home." Jada said.
"This is where you live?" Tre asked disappointed. All the sudden a huge black Newfoundland jumped onto Tre and knocked him down.
"Help a monster!" Tre yelled.
"That's not a monster, that's Chester! He's my Newfoundland I rescued him from the streets. One night I came home and he was sitting on my porch. Did you know that Newfoundland's have webbed feet?" Jada asked.
"I can't imagine why." Tre said.
"For swimming silly, its instinctive for Newfoundland's to save someone's life." Jada said.
"Sorry, but you know that I hate animals." Tre said.
"Ok enough fooling around; we need a plan of attack!" Jada said.
Back in the USA the next day, Morgan was reading a book and then Zarbon came up to her, "I see that you're still mad at me." Zarbon said.
"Yes I am, you shouldn't have done that Zarbon," Morgan said.
"It's only until we have enough money to stand on our own two feet." Zarbon said.
"Now I don't feel like talking to you." Morgan said.
Zarbon then got all-emotional, he loved Morgan, "Fine, but I'm warning you! If you go out with another man, he'll hurt you! Deep down inside I'm the only man who cares for you! I know this is strange for a man to say, but I actually like living with a woman!" Zarbon said.
"Ok fine, tonight I'm going to dance at the dance club tonight, are you coming with me or not?" Morgan asked.
"Nope, I'm going to study, because unlike you I want a real career." Zarbon said sitting down and eating breakfast.
"Fine I'll just go by myself then!" Morgan said throwing the book at Zarbon, in which she missed, and walking into the other room.
"By the way Morgan, you missed!" Zarbon said smirking.
"Ugh be quiet!" Morgan said.
Meanwhile at night in France, Jada and Tre were planning a plan of attack and Jada was wearing an army helmet, "Now Tre, I'm going to need your help! Do you hear me?" he asked.
"Yes sir." Tre played along.
"I can't hear you!" Jada said.
"Yes sir!" Tre yelled.
"Good, then here is the plan of attack, you are going to go onto the lawn and ring the doorbell, and then you're going to give Miss Monlavic her credit card." Jada said.
"That sounds pretty easy." Tre said.
Then he felt some drool land on his face, "Ew Jada you drool too much!" Tre said.
"Oh that isn't me, that's Chester." Jada said.
Tre looked at Chester, "Ew! You're so gross!" He wiped the drool off him and rubbed it on Chester.
"Which reminds me, Newfoundland's are known to drool almost all the time." Jada said.
"I don't care! What is so hard about the plan of attack?" Tre asked all cocky.
"Well you see, Olga's parents have some German shepherds, they can be loving house pets, however they're really built for guarding." Jada said.
"Great more information I didn't need to know." Tre said yawing.
"Now if Olga's mother releases the dogs on you anytime, you give them this!" Jada held up a squeaky toy and squeaked it.
"Hey Einstein, aren't you forgetting something? I hate animals! Besides why would Olga's parents release the dogs on me anyway? I mean come on my mom is friends with her mom for God sakes!" Tre said.
"That's why I'm putting you in charge of the credit card, because if I were to do it then her parents would release the guard dogs on me. Remember Olga isn't allowed to be near me, so Tre are you a leader or a follower?" Jada asked.
"I quit!" Tre yelled with his arms crossed.
"Ok then, I guess I won't give you one of my French friend's number?" Jada asked with a big smile on his face.
"Why didn't you say so?" You got yourself a deal buddy!" Tre then shook hands with Jada.
Then Chester drooled on Tre again, "Oh Chester!" Tre said rubbing the drool off.
As the night turned to day in Paris, back in America it was nighttime and Morgan was dressed up with a low cut dress and high heels on, she looked really pretty. Morgan would go to dance clubs and bars looking for a hot guy to shag, usually after she and Zarbon broke it off. However, since she was unsuccessful, she would then come back to Zarbon who was at home studying and complain to him about it.
Maybe this time she would actually find someone who would want to sleep with her, if there was one thing she was told by other women, it's that the best place to find a handsome jerk, who wants to sleep with you, was at a dance club or a bar. The gym was iffy since most people went there to get into shape, and it's was almost impossible to find them in church, although let's be honest here bad guys went to church too.
But hell Morgan was young, there were other people on the planet, and who knows maybe she would find someone and tame him from a cocky lion into a kitten. Nope, just joking! She never thought to do that, she just knew that the best places to pick up a hot guy was at a bar or a dance club. She wasn't really looking for anything long term; she cared too much about herself for something like that.
"Zarbon are you sure you don't want to come with me?" Morgan asked.
Zarbon looked at her with his reading glasses on, damn she looked sexy, but he did not have the pride to tell her that, she was mad at him still, "Sorry I'm studying." He said.
"Uh you have no sense of adventure at all; I want a man with a sense of adventure and trouble! All you ever do is study and…and…uh I cannot even say it!" Morgan said.
"Be careful darling, my Cinderella." Zarbon said aloud.
"Don't be weird, life isn't a fairy tale." Morgan said going out and slamming the door behind her.
At the nightclub, Morgan was sitting at the bar, but was not dancing. Then she spotted a cute guy, he walked towards her, or at least she thought so, "Well hello there." She said.
"Excuse me, do you know that girl over there?" the man said pointing to another hot woman.
Morgan sighed, "No." she said disappointed as the man walked over to that other girl.
"Bastard," Morgan thought, she tried not to get discouraged.
She then saw another hot guy at the bar, "I'll talk to you anytime." She said smiling and walking up to him, but before she could get to him, another girl got there first and walked away with that guy.
"Up yours!" she thought.
She then saw another guy dancing with another girl, "Maybe I'll try this one,"
She said walking up to him, "Mind if I cut in?" she asked.
The man rudely pushed her, "In your dreams bitch!" he said.
Morgan frowned, "Ok fine, I'll go."
She walked away, "God what the hell is wrong with every man in this bar?"
She was about to walk away, but then someone grabbed her arm. She turned to see a man, who was muscular, but very drunk, "Oh hi there." She said smiling politely.
"So do you want to go home to my shack with me doll?" he asked and then belched.
"I'm sorry I can't, I'm about to go home myself." Morgan said.
"Come on, you're a cute woman," He then pulled her arm.
"Leave me alone!" Morgan then punched him, and she was about to walk away, but he tried to grab her again, then the bar tender came up to him and punched him.
"Are you all right lady?" the bartender asked.
Morgan burst in tears, "No!" then she ran out of the dance club crying.
Meanwhile at home Zarbon was studying then Morgan came running into the apartment crying, "Oh so back from trying to pick up hot, brainless jerks are you?" He asked as if he held a major grudge against her.
Then he turned around and saw her crying and he softened up, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry," He said.
"No you fool; I've been rejected by men!" Morgan said.
Zarbon took his reading glasses off, walked over to Morgan, took her by the hand gently and walked her to the couch so they could both sit down.
"Oh Zarbon it was awful! No man would flirt and not only that, this drunken guy tried to take me home with him! It was so awful; I don't think I'll ever love another man ever again! Now my heart is as cold as Antarctica!" Morgan said.
"How could your heart truly be cold if you are crying your eyes out? You are clearly hurt, I can see that, I have told you this plenty of times, please don't go back there again. It's ok you're safe now, nobody can hurt you." Zarbon said hugging her, closely to his heart, even though she came off as a pathetic ego inflated man eater wannabe.
"Doesn't anyone care to sleep with me because I'm good looking? For Christ sakes all I want to do is fuck handsome jerks! What is so hard about that? Am I not good looking enough of fuck? I sure thought I was." Morgan said.
"Morgan just face the facts, you are unsuccessful at picking up hot jerks. Besides why do you want to go sleeping with someone you don't know and will treat you like trash?" Zarbon asked.
"Because I'm young, I'm not asking to live happily ever after with these guys, I just want to fuck and I want an ego boast!" Morgan said.
"There are other ways to boast your ego, sleeping with hot jerks is not one of those ways, its unhealthy and even dangerous, you don't know if these guys will rape you or kill you." Zarbon said.
Morgan then knew she needed a new strategy; in fact she had a change of heart. She clearly saw that Zarbon was trying to talk her out of being reckless. Yup she had a new target of her lust; Zarbon was pretty damn good looking she always thought so. She just assumed that he would be emotionally unavailable for some reason.
I mean they were too much alike, they were both very vain about their physical appearance, but he seemed really different than those vain, dumb jerks that she ran into at the dance clubs and bars. After all he was the one that consoled her after her stupid attempts to pick up hot jerks. He also never hit her, shouted profanities at her nor even looked at other girls.
He was actually quite kind to her, was very patient with her, let her talk most of the time, let her bitch and complain, and yes he was somewhat high maintenance, but he settled down a little bit since they first met those years ago. A guy in the right mind would have run for the hills if they would have heard Morgan talk about how she wanted to boast her ego by sleeping with hot jerks, but not Zarbon.
"Zarbon, I know we are broken up right now, but you're my best friend and I've always liked you. Even if you are an alien, you have more human qualities than I release, I know there are plenty of fish in the sea, but if the sea got polluted with sharks, I'll never find the right fish, I mean man for me." Morgan said.
"I never thought I would fall in love with a human, I mean I'm sure the right fish it out there, maybe his is under your radar." Zarbon said.
"What are you saying?" Morgan asked.
"Look you think you are the only one who has trouble finding someone? People only like me for my looks, other than that they don't really love me for me. Once they find out how shy and quiet I actually am, they don't give me a chance in hell. They assume that because I'm good looking that I'm out looking for hot sex, which isn't true at all." Zarbon said sighing.
"Well I never just saw an alien who was just vain and could transform into an undesirable creature, I saw a beautiful soul. I conjured up those dead Sayains to kill Frieza, just because I was scared that Frieza was going to kill you." Morgan said.
"Same reason why I killed Shasha, I was afraid he was going to rape you and kill you, so I transformed so that I could kill him and save you from him." Zarbon said.
"I treasure your friendship like a lost treasure." Morgan said trying to seduce him further, although there was really no need to go overboard with the seduction, Zarbon was pretty much already seduced by her.
Zarbon then said, "I treasure your friendship also, and…"
Zarbon smiled at Morgan and Morgan smiled back. They moved closer to each other, and then they started kissing on the lips. Sooner or later they started undressing and yes they engaged in hot sex, this was not in the original plan, but hell it was better than nothing as far as Morgan was concerned.
Meanwhile it was daytime in Paris, Tre was out in front of Olga's house, while Jada was hiding behind a bush across the street, "Jada what do I do again?" Tre asked.
"God Tre remember, go up to the door and ring the doorbell, hopefully Olga will answer it, got it?" Jada asked.
"Got it, here goes nothing." Tre gulped and walked up to the door.
Tre rang the doorbell and Olga answered it, "Tre what in the world are you doing here?" Olga asked.
"I wanted to return your credit card Olga." Tre said holding the credit card up.
"Oh that old thing? My mom canceled it when she found out that someone else stole it. So where did you find it?" Olga asked.
"Let's just say that I know the guy who used your mom's credit card, but I have another credit card which might come in handy." Tre then took his soon to be ex-wives' credit card out.
"Oh no Tre, I can't. You can keep your credit card." Olga said laughing.
"Oh no it's my wife's." Tre said.
"You're married?" Olga asked.
"We'll we're officially separated, so do you have any boyfriends?" Tre asked.
"No but mom is setting me up on a blind date with one of her friend's son. Why do you like me or something?" Olga asked.
"No but Jada still does." Tre said.
"That's good news, because I still love Jada very much." Olga said.
Tanya then called out, "What in the world is going on here?" Tanya asked.
"You better go now!" Olga said.
"Olga who are you talking to?" Tanya asked.
Tanya then saw Tre, "Tre Hoggets? Is that you?" she asked.
"Yes it's me Mrs. Monlavic," Tre said.
"I thought your parents sent you to a group home." Tanya said.
"They did, but they let me out early." Tre lied when in truth Morgan and Zarbon helped him escape the group home and give him a train ticket to move down to New Orleans to live with his aunt.
"That sounds very nice Tre." Tanya then pressed a button; all the sudden three German Shepherds came out.
"Sorry but you need help!" Tanya said as she grabbed Olga and shut the door.
The dogs were barking at Tre, "What was I supposed to do again? Oh that's right!"
Tre took the squeaky toy out and squeaked it, but the dogs were still growling at him, "Fuck the squeaky toy! I need to run for my life!" Tre said throwing the squeaky toy the other way and running away from the dogs.
A couple of minutes later, Tre walked off the lawn with his cloths ripped, up to Jada, Jada laughed, "Tre what happened?" Jada asked.
"Are you talking about the dogs ripping my cloths to shreds or me giving the credit card to Olga?" Tre asked unpleased.
"Never mind, I'll pay the credit card company back." Jada said.
"That won't be necessary, Olga said her mother found out that someone was loose with her credit card and she canceled it." Tre said.
"I'm so fucked," Jada said.
"So what about the number you promised me?" Tre asked.
"Oh yah," Jada said.
At night, Jada called his friend up and a woman picked up the phone, "Hello?" she asked in French.
"Yes do you speak English?" Tre asked the woman hung up the phone.
"French girls, can't live with them, can't live without them." Tre said in hopes that a French girl would love him.
"Sorry Tre, how am I going to pay for all of that stuff that I bought when the credit card was still active?" Jada asked.
"I don't know, but I think I might have an idea of how we can." Tre then held up his wife's card again.
"Oh I see your point." Jada then laughed.
While it was night in Paris, it was morning in the USA, Morgan and Zarbon woke up naked in bed, "Good morning Zarbon." Morgan said smiling at him.
"Good morning Morgan." Zarbon said, and then they kissed each other on the lips.
"Did you have any dreams?" Morgan asked.
"Well I want to be a father someday, that's my biggest dream right now." Zarbon said.
"No I mean when you were sleeping." Morgan said.
"No not really." Zarbon said.
"I'm going to take a shower," Morgan said getting up and walking to the shower naked.
"Oh Morgan I can't wait to start a family with you." Zarbon thought.
End of Story