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"Jay!" Derrick yelled. The two boys ran over to Jay who was sprawled across the living room rug. "What do we do?" Derrick asked his friend who was just as panicked as he was. Derrick stared down at Jay, shaking Jay's shoulders. The young man's limp body shook from side to side.
"What are you doing?" Bradin yelled as he raced through the house, sopping wet. Bradin took off his surf suit as he ran to the two boys seated next to Jay. "What happened?" he asked impatiently as he ripped his brother away from Jay.
"I don't know." Derrick said sitting down. "He was standing there, and his eyes went all white, and he... just fell backwards." Bradin stood up and brought his hand to his forehead trying to make sense of it.
"Well we have to call someone." Bradin said walking over to the phone. With the receiver in his hand he dialed the three numbers that he knew would help (911) and waited for a ring. Nothing. Still nothing. "Well that's great! Jay's out cold, and the phone is dead! What next?"
The light in the room began to dim until there was none left. "The power." Derrick said quietly.
"Shut up." Bradin said sending laughter into the two boys' mouths. Bradin sighed and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands. 'Jay's phone.' His mind whispered to him. "Yes!"
After dialing his aunts cell phone number, he listened to the woman's voice. 'You have 1 minute...'
"Great." He said rolling his eyes. "Aunt Ava! Listen, I don't know what to do. Jay collapsed, the power's out, it's pouring and I have 50 seconds left on this phone."
"Wow, me too. I don't know what to tell you, but we're staying here tonight." Bradin groaned at his aunt. "It's not safe to go home right now, maybe later."
"What do I do?"
"I don't know! Uh... keep him hydrated? Make sure he's breathing, oh and..." The phone cut her off.
"Thanks a lot you piece of shit!" he yelled as he threw the phone into Jay's pillow.
"Bradin, what did she say?" Derrick asked from the other room. Seeing the look on his brother's face he assumed that their aunt hadn't been much help. "What are we gonna do?" he asked with a growing fear.
Bradin shrugged his shoulders. "Check if he's breathing." After pouring water into an old Gatorade container, he returned to the living room by his brother and the other kid. "Is he breathing?"
"Yep." He said happily. "Should we put him on the couch or something?" Bradin nodded his head. The three of them lifted him up and set him in a semi-prone position assuming it would do him well.
The three guys went back and forth asking each other "Is he breathing?" then one would check nod his head and the third would reply, "Yep." They had probably done that routine a dozen times before Jay even stirred. Finally, after what had only been nine minutes, Derrick went over to Jay to check if he was breathing when Jay's big hand gripped the boy's wrist. Derrick screamed and jumped away.
Laughing, Jay apologized. Within seconds the three guys had surrounded him. "We were so scared." Derrick admitted with his friend nodding along.
"Well, it's nice to see you care." Jay said forcing a smile with his muscles aching while he sat up. "What do you say we bring you home?"
"Uh... Jay I don't know if you'll want to..."
"Oh come Bradin, I'm fine." Jay said standing up. 'I wish.' He said under his breath. Opening the door he watched as lightning crack through the dark air over the water. "I hope you don't mind staying here boy, cause I ain't goin out there."
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Derrick and his friend were sitting on the floor of the kitchen discussing whatever they could. Jay and Bradin sat together on the couch exchanging glances and every so often talking to each other.
"So how's the surfing coming?" Jay asked, fiddling with the string from his shorts.
"Okay."
Jay sighed at Bradin's reluctance to speak with him. Jay watched the two boys talking in the kitchen, wishing he could hear what they were saying. "So when's Ava coming home?"
Bradin sneered. "It's raining to hard for them to come back. It's too dangerous. Pfff." Jay chuckled and turned his head away from the teenager, knowing that was the end of their conversation.
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"So how else could I get this present to my mom?" Derrick asked leaning forward and sighing. He needed to get it to her before her birthday was over.
The boy shrugged. "I'm out of ideas." Seeing the disappointment in his friend's eyes, he forced himself to think. "Why don't you go ask Jay, he would know." The boy watched as Derrick's face lit up.
"You're a genius."
"I know." The boy replied proudly.
Derrick made his way over to Jay and sat down on the edge of the sofa. Derrick waited for the distant Jay to realize he was sitting there, but alas after a long 15 seconds of waiting he tapped the young man's shoulder. "Jay, How do people go to heaven?"
Caught of guard, Jay kept his sight on the moving light outside and replied, "Usually, they die Derrick."
"But... how can they go and come back?"
"Well, some people believe in reincarnation. D'you know what that is?" Derrick shook his head. "It's when a person dies and they... bring him back as something else." 'I think.' He added under his breath. (A/N: Is that right? I don't know, if you do review and tell me.)
"Can they be brought back as humans?" The boy asked intrigued.
"Maybe." Before Jay knew it Derrick had leapt away from the sofa and back to the kitchen. 'Did that actually happen?' he asked himself aloud.
Bradin patted Jay's back. "Yeah, it did." He whispered laughing.
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"I know what I have to do!" Derrick declared. His friend circled his hand signaling for him to go on. "I have to die, and then you'll reincarnate me."
The boy's widened in fear. "You can't do that! I don't know how to re-in... whatever. Old people, people who know how do that kind of thing. Not me!"
"Come on, it's the only way." Derrick pleaded.
"No. I won't. And what do you want me to kill you to?"
Derrick shrugged. "Well it would help."
"You're insane! I'm telling Jay." He said firmly. Derrick sneered and grabbed his friend by the arm. The boy tried to get away, but Derrick's determined grip kept him there.
With his hand over his friend's mouth Derrick told him. "If you won't help me I'll do it on my own!"
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Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it.
--Proverb
Thank you to everyone for the reviews and I'm so, so sorry that it took so long. Hope y'all like it!
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"Jay!" Derrick yelled. The two boys ran over to Jay who was sprawled across the living room rug. "What do we do?" Derrick asked his friend who was just as panicked as he was. Derrick stared down at Jay, shaking Jay's shoulders. The young man's limp body shook from side to side.
"What are you doing?" Bradin yelled as he raced through the house, sopping wet. Bradin took off his surf suit as he ran to the two boys seated next to Jay. "What happened?" he asked impatiently as he ripped his brother away from Jay.
"I don't know." Derrick said sitting down. "He was standing there, and his eyes went all white, and he... just fell backwards." Bradin stood up and brought his hand to his forehead trying to make sense of it.
"Well we have to call someone." Bradin said walking over to the phone. With the receiver in his hand he dialed the three numbers that he knew would help (911) and waited for a ring. Nothing. Still nothing. "Well that's great! Jay's out cold, and the phone is dead! What next?"
The light in the room began to dim until there was none left. "The power." Derrick said quietly.
"Shut up." Bradin said sending laughter into the two boys' mouths. Bradin sighed and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands. 'Jay's phone.' His mind whispered to him. "Yes!"
After dialing his aunts cell phone number, he listened to the woman's voice. 'You have 1 minute...'
"Great." He said rolling his eyes. "Aunt Ava! Listen, I don't know what to do. Jay collapsed, the power's out, it's pouring and I have 50 seconds left on this phone."
"Wow, me too. I don't know what to tell you, but we're staying here tonight." Bradin groaned at his aunt. "It's not safe to go home right now, maybe later."
"What do I do?"
"I don't know! Uh... keep him hydrated? Make sure he's breathing, oh and..." The phone cut her off.
"Thanks a lot you piece of shit!" he yelled as he threw the phone into Jay's pillow.
"Bradin, what did she say?" Derrick asked from the other room. Seeing the look on his brother's face he assumed that their aunt hadn't been much help. "What are we gonna do?" he asked with a growing fear.
Bradin shrugged his shoulders. "Check if he's breathing." After pouring water into an old Gatorade container, he returned to the living room by his brother and the other kid. "Is he breathing?"
"Yep." He said happily. "Should we put him on the couch or something?" Bradin nodded his head. The three of them lifted him up and set him in a semi-prone position assuming it would do him well.
The three guys went back and forth asking each other "Is he breathing?" then one would check nod his head and the third would reply, "Yep." They had probably done that routine a dozen times before Jay even stirred. Finally, after what had only been nine minutes, Derrick went over to Jay to check if he was breathing when Jay's big hand gripped the boy's wrist. Derrick screamed and jumped away.
Laughing, Jay apologized. Within seconds the three guys had surrounded him. "We were so scared." Derrick admitted with his friend nodding along.
"Well, it's nice to see you care." Jay said forcing a smile with his muscles aching while he sat up. "What do you say we bring you home?"
"Uh... Jay I don't know if you'll want to..."
"Oh come Bradin, I'm fine." Jay said standing up. 'I wish.' He said under his breath. Opening the door he watched as lightning crack through the dark air over the water. "I hope you don't mind staying here boy, cause I ain't goin out there."
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Derrick and his friend were sitting on the floor of the kitchen discussing whatever they could. Jay and Bradin sat together on the couch exchanging glances and every so often talking to each other.
"So how's the surfing coming?" Jay asked, fiddling with the string from his shorts.
"Okay."
Jay sighed at Bradin's reluctance to speak with him. Jay watched the two boys talking in the kitchen, wishing he could hear what they were saying. "So when's Ava coming home?"
Bradin sneered. "It's raining to hard for them to come back. It's too dangerous. Pfff." Jay chuckled and turned his head away from the teenager, knowing that was the end of their conversation.
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"So how else could I get this present to my mom?" Derrick asked leaning forward and sighing. He needed to get it to her before her birthday was over.
The boy shrugged. "I'm out of ideas." Seeing the disappointment in his friend's eyes, he forced himself to think. "Why don't you go ask Jay, he would know." The boy watched as Derrick's face lit up.
"You're a genius."
"I know." The boy replied proudly.
Derrick made his way over to Jay and sat down on the edge of the sofa. Derrick waited for the distant Jay to realize he was sitting there, but alas after a long 15 seconds of waiting he tapped the young man's shoulder. "Jay, How do people go to heaven?"
Caught of guard, Jay kept his sight on the moving light outside and replied, "Usually, they die Derrick."
"But... how can they go and come back?"
"Well, some people believe in reincarnation. D'you know what that is?" Derrick shook his head. "It's when a person dies and they... bring him back as something else." 'I think.' He added under his breath. (A/N: Is that right? I don't know, if you do review and tell me.)
"Can they be brought back as humans?" The boy asked intrigued.
"Maybe." Before Jay knew it Derrick had leapt away from the sofa and back to the kitchen. 'Did that actually happen?' he asked himself aloud.
Bradin patted Jay's back. "Yeah, it did." He whispered laughing.
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"I know what I have to do!" Derrick declared. His friend circled his hand signaling for him to go on. "I have to die, and then you'll reincarnate me."
The boy's widened in fear. "You can't do that! I don't know how to re-in... whatever. Old people, people who know how do that kind of thing. Not me!"
"Come on, it's the only way." Derrick pleaded.
"No. I won't. And what do you want me to kill you to?"
Derrick shrugged. "Well it would help."
"You're insane! I'm telling Jay." He said firmly. Derrick sneered and grabbed his friend by the arm. The boy tried to get away, but Derrick's determined grip kept him there.
With his hand over his friend's mouth Derrick told him. "If you won't help me I'll do it on my own!"
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Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it.
--Proverb