Three teenagers living together and having a blast out of life. They're
close, closer than brothers. But when the time comes how far are they
willing to go for each other. When one is in jail, what will the others do
for him?
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_______________________ Living in the Turf
________________________________by: outsider__________________
He breathed deep, inhaling the sweet smell of the night. His nerves were hyped, his body itching for action. He was tense and he decided to stop by the bar for some beer to calm him down. He jumped suddenly at the sound of the familiar voice in the lonely night. "Yo, Steve man, what're you doing out here alone?" Answering Mike, Steve said, "Don't know, guess I was going to buy some beer." "You could'a asked me or Brian to come. I mean, it ain't like we would turn down a good old beer," he said grinning. "You know it ain't right for you to be out here like this, you got a blade on you?" "Naw," he said, remembering he had left it home after cleanin it. They talked together all the way to the bar. Walking in, Steve could smell the burning scent of cigarettes. "Two beers." "Ain't you guys ever gonna get that ID of yours," said the bartender grinning at their old joke. The bartender was cool with them as long as they paid. They had known him for three years and even though he was only thirty two, they called him old geyser. "Yo Mike, I'm paying," yelled Steve over the noise. "Of course you are," said Mike grinning.
They chugged down their beer and then started talking about some dummy they could cheat in cards. "That guy down there looks pretty stupid." "I don't know. he looks pretty tough." "Come on, I'll play him and you signal me."
That was the way they played and made some money. Mike of Steve would go play some dummy and the other one of them would signal what cards the guy had. If he had a good hand he wouldn't play but other than that they would walk out or that game with a whole bunch of money. They played a couple of bad hands, then Mike started playing real good and getting some real money. Steve grabbed their money and they left quietly after playing.
They started laughing out loud as soon as they got outside. "Mike? How much did you get outta him?" "That sucker. I got fifty bucks," he said laughing. Then quieter he said, "That'll be enough to get us through next week."
Money was tight around the house when three teenagers and an old woman who could not work lived together. They all helped out. Steve had a job at the local drug store. Brian and Mike, he didn't know about them. They brought some money into the house. Mike he stole some stuff, Steve didn't know how much. Steve figured that Brian did some stuff with Mike. What did it matter anyways? Everyone welcomed the extra money around the house.
Him, Mike, and Brian. They were closer than brothers, best friends to each other. He'd met Mike at seven or eight. Steve had run away from his drunken father, and had was sleeping in a parking lot until this kid, Mike, had told him he could come to his house. He and Mike had hit it right off and soon became inseparable. Steve had gone home the next night. But the thing that had been so cool was that Mike left the door to his house open so that if he ever needed somewhere to stay he could drop by. Two months after the night he had run away his 'father' had disappeared. Mike took him in without any questions and that was the way they lived for three years; him, Mike, and Mike's older brother. After Mike's brother got jailed for possession of weapons and drugs, Mike and Steve had went to live with a friend Brian and his old mother. The three of them were brothers to each other and that was what they told everyone, even when they all knew the real story.
They were all so different from each other, that it was a surprise that they got along so well. Steve, different girl friend every week, kinda serious about school, trying to keep his rough rep. Red flaming hair and medium length, he looked tough at sixteen. He was obsessed with getting outta this place and going somewhere and it seemed like college was his only way. Brian, tall with brown laughing eyes. Always up for a laugh and some fun, rough with anyone who threatened his rep and there for his buddies. Mike. He was so different from anyone he knew. Dangerous and full of uncontrollable energy. He didn't give about laws, thought they were there to be broken. He radiated with this sense of authority and control of the world around him. So many girls fell for him, but he didn't seem to care about them. Mike, incredibly tall at sixteen, dark black hair, with eyes so blue and cold, endless pits. The reason Steve was welcomed so unquestionably into the gang was because of Mike, and if Mike wanted something, nobody was going to stand in his way.
Steve knew that it bothered Brian that him and Mike were closer, which was weird since Brian and Mike were more alike that Mike and Steve. Brian never knew, though, how Steve would do anything for Mike, just as Mike would do for Steve. 'Would he do anything for Brian?' he didn't know. But he wasn't sure Brian would be jumping up and down to do something real and serious with lots of sacrifices for him and Mike.
Mike and Steve got home around midnight, finding Brian still out. With his old woman visiting out of state, the three of them could do and get away with even more than before. They ripped their cloth off and dove into their beds. The room that Mike, Steve, and Brian shared was small and crowded. Just enough space for three small beds squeezed together, forming one large bed. A drawer stuffed in the far corner left two feet of walking space. There was one window high up, which blocked out the amount of sunlight that came into the room. The paint on the walls was peeling, leaving the room looking rundown.
They were sitting close to each other, staring at one another and appreciating the comfortable silence between them. "Mike," Steve began softly, "You're not just my brother, you're everything in the world to me." There was such a deep bond between the two, a sense of understanding. "Steve. man, I sure hope that we're always gonna be there for each other. 'cause if we ain't, life's gonna be hell." And with that the two drifted of to sleep.
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_______________________ Living in the Turf
________________________________by: outsider__________________
He breathed deep, inhaling the sweet smell of the night. His nerves were hyped, his body itching for action. He was tense and he decided to stop by the bar for some beer to calm him down. He jumped suddenly at the sound of the familiar voice in the lonely night. "Yo, Steve man, what're you doing out here alone?" Answering Mike, Steve said, "Don't know, guess I was going to buy some beer." "You could'a asked me or Brian to come. I mean, it ain't like we would turn down a good old beer," he said grinning. "You know it ain't right for you to be out here like this, you got a blade on you?" "Naw," he said, remembering he had left it home after cleanin it. They talked together all the way to the bar. Walking in, Steve could smell the burning scent of cigarettes. "Two beers." "Ain't you guys ever gonna get that ID of yours," said the bartender grinning at their old joke. The bartender was cool with them as long as they paid. They had known him for three years and even though he was only thirty two, they called him old geyser. "Yo Mike, I'm paying," yelled Steve over the noise. "Of course you are," said Mike grinning.
They chugged down their beer and then started talking about some dummy they could cheat in cards. "That guy down there looks pretty stupid." "I don't know. he looks pretty tough." "Come on, I'll play him and you signal me."
That was the way they played and made some money. Mike of Steve would go play some dummy and the other one of them would signal what cards the guy had. If he had a good hand he wouldn't play but other than that they would walk out or that game with a whole bunch of money. They played a couple of bad hands, then Mike started playing real good and getting some real money. Steve grabbed their money and they left quietly after playing.
They started laughing out loud as soon as they got outside. "Mike? How much did you get outta him?" "That sucker. I got fifty bucks," he said laughing. Then quieter he said, "That'll be enough to get us through next week."
Money was tight around the house when three teenagers and an old woman who could not work lived together. They all helped out. Steve had a job at the local drug store. Brian and Mike, he didn't know about them. They brought some money into the house. Mike he stole some stuff, Steve didn't know how much. Steve figured that Brian did some stuff with Mike. What did it matter anyways? Everyone welcomed the extra money around the house.
Him, Mike, and Brian. They were closer than brothers, best friends to each other. He'd met Mike at seven or eight. Steve had run away from his drunken father, and had was sleeping in a parking lot until this kid, Mike, had told him he could come to his house. He and Mike had hit it right off and soon became inseparable. Steve had gone home the next night. But the thing that had been so cool was that Mike left the door to his house open so that if he ever needed somewhere to stay he could drop by. Two months after the night he had run away his 'father' had disappeared. Mike took him in without any questions and that was the way they lived for three years; him, Mike, and Mike's older brother. After Mike's brother got jailed for possession of weapons and drugs, Mike and Steve had went to live with a friend Brian and his old mother. The three of them were brothers to each other and that was what they told everyone, even when they all knew the real story.
They were all so different from each other, that it was a surprise that they got along so well. Steve, different girl friend every week, kinda serious about school, trying to keep his rough rep. Red flaming hair and medium length, he looked tough at sixteen. He was obsessed with getting outta this place and going somewhere and it seemed like college was his only way. Brian, tall with brown laughing eyes. Always up for a laugh and some fun, rough with anyone who threatened his rep and there for his buddies. Mike. He was so different from anyone he knew. Dangerous and full of uncontrollable energy. He didn't give about laws, thought they were there to be broken. He radiated with this sense of authority and control of the world around him. So many girls fell for him, but he didn't seem to care about them. Mike, incredibly tall at sixteen, dark black hair, with eyes so blue and cold, endless pits. The reason Steve was welcomed so unquestionably into the gang was because of Mike, and if Mike wanted something, nobody was going to stand in his way.
Steve knew that it bothered Brian that him and Mike were closer, which was weird since Brian and Mike were more alike that Mike and Steve. Brian never knew, though, how Steve would do anything for Mike, just as Mike would do for Steve. 'Would he do anything for Brian?' he didn't know. But he wasn't sure Brian would be jumping up and down to do something real and serious with lots of sacrifices for him and Mike.
Mike and Steve got home around midnight, finding Brian still out. With his old woman visiting out of state, the three of them could do and get away with even more than before. They ripped their cloth off and dove into their beds. The room that Mike, Steve, and Brian shared was small and crowded. Just enough space for three small beds squeezed together, forming one large bed. A drawer stuffed in the far corner left two feet of walking space. There was one window high up, which blocked out the amount of sunlight that came into the room. The paint on the walls was peeling, leaving the room looking rundown.
They were sitting close to each other, staring at one another and appreciating the comfortable silence between them. "Mike," Steve began softly, "You're not just my brother, you're everything in the world to me." There was such a deep bond between the two, a sense of understanding. "Steve. man, I sure hope that we're always gonna be there for each other. 'cause if we ain't, life's gonna be hell." And with that the two drifted of to sleep.