He always confided in me. He trusts me, but tonight he's not talking and that's starting to scare me. He always talks.
"John, what's wrong buddy?"
"She shot me down."
"What?"
"Mickie, she-she said no…"
"Dude…"
"It hurts, Montel. I can't live without her."
"I'm here for you, man. You'll get her back."
"I hope so."
"Tazzy?" Melina stuck her head into the study.
Montel looked up from the picture of him and his best friend and back at his wife.
"Supper is ready."
"Awesome." Montel got up and walked over to her.
"David helped make it."
"Oh he did?" Montel smiled, "That's my boy."
"Are you guys talking about me?" David Porter asked as he walked into the room with his parents.
"That we were son. Now why don't we go sit and eat like a good family."
"Sounds great dad. Afterwards would you like to play some basketball?"
"Of course I would, son." Montel smiled.
"Awesome!" David ran into the kitchen.
Melina smiled and kissed Montel, "We've raised a good kid."
"That we have, baby."
"Love you."
"I love you, too, Mel."
