Chapter 7- September 19th, 1998
A/N: A note about this. Its known that Eric and Dylan were a part of the bowling club and that they said they imagined their "enemies heads as the pins" which helped them bowl better. They also liked to yell "hail Hitler!" every time one of them got a strike-even Dylan who was Jewish.
September 19th, 1998
4:07 PM
"Are you recording this?" Andre questioned as he pulled on his bowling shoes, tossing his sunglasses onto the table. The camera moved up and down, as if nodding. "Why are you recording us going bowling?"
"Why would I not record us going bowling?" Calvin's voice asked from behind the camera, moving it to look around at the surrounding tables and people.
Andre chuckled. "Freak."
"You're the freak, Andre, not me." Calvin set the camera down on the table, leaning back in a chair, pointing it so that it caught both of them on camera.
"You're so lucky I like you." Andre told him, sitting up. "If I didn't like you I'd slit your throat for calling me a freak."
Calvin laughed. "Hypocrite!"
"So?" Andre scoffed, standing up and disappearing out of the camera's view. Calvin grabbed the camera, turning it out towards the lanes. "I'm going first. Got a problem with that, Cal?" Andre asked, picking up a bowling ball, and looking over at his friend.
"Nope, no problem! Knock those pins down!"
"I wish I was knocking something else down." Andre stared at the pins for a moment, seeming to be concentrating hard before swinging the ball into the lane. A loud crashing sound erupted as the ball hit the pins. "Ah fuck! Two left, fuck."
"Well, that's pretty good though, isn't it? I mean, two left, you got eight. Those last two shouldn't be much of a problem, right?"
Andre shrugged, picking up the ball again. "Yeah, I guess. Still though. Be kickass to get a strike on the first go. Just gonna have to try harder next turn." He swung his arm, the ball knocking the final two pins down for a spare. "Guess that's alright… you're still going down."
"Screw you; you're going down, Andre. You are going down." Calvin walked over and grabbed his bowling ball. The blond walked over to the lane, staring at the pins hard before swinging his arm back, tossing the ball. "Oh hell yes! Strike! How's that for down? I've got fucking fabulous aim."
"Fuck you," Calvin laughed as Andre cursed, tossing a crunched up piece of paper at him.
"Calvin!" the blond looked over at the girl and a couple of Calvin's old friends walked over. "I didn't know you were going bowling. Should've said something. Why didn't you mention it?"
"Gee, I wonder why he didn't mention it." Andre's voice—filled with sarcasm—came from a chair behind the camera.
The brunette girl looked over. "I was speaking to Calvin…"
"Rachel, I don't really fucking care."
"Is it really a good idea to use that type of language with kids around?" Rachel asked, motioning to the kids running around next to them.
Andre let out a loud laugh. "I really don't fucking care though."
"Hey, Cal, can I see this?" One of the boys Rachel was with asked and Calvin looked over.
"Uh, sure, just be careful with it…"
The camera was picked up and the guy walked backwards so that everyone was in the view of the lens; Andre leaning back into a chair, Rachel and Calvin closer to the lane.
"Do your next ball, Cal." Andre stated, now ignoring Rachel. Calvin nodded, grabbing his bowling ball and finishing up his turn.
"Cal, after you and… Andre finish your game want to come get a bite with us?" Rachel asked, her hands in the pockets of her jacket, brown haired pulled up into a ponytail. "We were going to do that and see a movie later. You can come to that as well."
Calvin rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually… I was going to spend the night with Andre and we were going to stay up late playing video games."
"Oh…"
Andre grinned, pushing past her. "Yeah, he was going to stay the night with me and we were going to stay up late playing violent fucking video games where we blow people's brains out."
Rachel glanced at the camera uncomfortably.
The sound of crashing as Andre tossed the ball down the lane. "HAIL HITLER! Fuck yeah! Strike!" Andre grinned, ignoring the looks the surrounding people were giving him.
"That was some power you hit those pins with." Calvin laughed, seemingly ignoring the words his friend had just yelled. Or he just didn't care.
"Did you… did you just yell 'hail Hitler'?" the teenager behind the camera asked.
Andre looked over at him, losing his grin. "Yeah, and?"
"Why would you say that?" Rachel asked, looking a bit disgusted.
"Come on," Calvin began before Andre could say anything. "They're just words. Andre isn't harming anybody by yelling a couple of words, Rachel."
"Those are just words, Cal… that man hurt a lot of people and those words are putting him on a pedestal." Andre rolled his eyes. "We're leaving. Come on, let's go." Rachel turned, walking off. The camera was lowered, losing focus on anything.
