The Bible: Full Circle
Chapter 3
Author's Note: The opening portion of this chapter is an adaptation of a deleted scene from American Pie 2. To see this deleted scene, go to chapter 7 of the "Deleted Scenes" featurette on the UNRATED American Pie 2 DVD.
Dad slowly came to. Mom helped him to his feet. "Then I assume you know of the Bible from Mr. Meyers," I said. Dad nodded. "It was the summer after our first year of college. That was almost 25 years ago. On our way home from a job, we decided to stop by East High-that was when we found out about it."
The pictures began to form in my mind, based on Dad's description and the pictures of "The Pact" which Mr. Meyers put with the story.
A truck pulls up to East Great Falls High. It looks essentially the same then as it does now. Four friends pile out-Dad, Mr. Finch, Mr. Meyers and Mr. Ostreicher. They decide to split up and walk around campus-to remember the good ol' days.
Mr. Ostreicher finds his old locker. He tries his old combination on the lock, but when he tries to open it, it fails to open. "It won't open," a voice from the other side of the open locker door calls out. Mr. Ostreicher looks over and sees Mr. Meyers.
"You're right," Mr. Ostreicher said. Mr. Meyers walks over to Mr. Ostreicher and looks at his old friend. "There's something I've never told you guys," Mr. Meyers said. "There was this book hidden in the library. It's kind of like one of Finch's books, except that guys had added their own experiences. Well, do you know what I put in it? The story about us—the story about the Pact."
The four friends walked up to the 982.1 Fluid Dynamics shelf. Mr. Meyers lifted the cover of the compartment where the Bible was supposed to be—except, the Bible wasn't there. Mr. Meyers pulled a slip of paper from the compartment.
"'To those who seek the Bible, we'll return it in the Fall,'" Mr. Meyers read. "'Signed Tom Faillor and Robert Fleetwood.'"
"And that's how I know," Dad said. "Excuse me." Dad walked out of my room. Mom looked at the Bible as I slipped it back under my bed.
Downstairs, Dad picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Kev, this is Jim. Forgive the lateness of this call, but you have to come over here tomorrow. It has happened."
The next day, as I got home from school, I saw a number of people seated in the living room. There was Mom and Dad, of course. There were also a number of people I recognized to varying degrees. Christopher and Heather Ostreicher I remembered from going to their wedding back in '08. Paul Finch I knew from my yoga class.
Uncle Steven and Aunt Cadence were there, too. And finally, I met him-the 9th Inheritor, Kevin Meyers.
"Dad, what's going on?" I asked. "Son, put your gear up in your room, then come back down here," Dad said. I nodded.
After I put my backpack in my room and came back downstairs, we began to talk. "Jimbo, we all knew that this day would eventually come," Mr. Ostreicher said. "Yeah, when Kev told us about the Bible, we discussed the possibility of one of our children eventually coming into possession of it," Mr. Finch said.
"Excuse me," Aunt Cadence said. "But, what is this 'Bible' you are all talking about?" "It's simple, Aunt Cadence," I said. "34 years ago, two students brought a sex manual home from an overseas trip. Before they graduated, they decided to leave the book behind and put a series of rituals and protective rules in place for future generations."
"And those rules are?" Aunt Cadence asked. "Well, there are only two main rules that I know of," I said. "Each Inheritor must put in a story about how they used the Bible's knowledge for future Inheritors to learn from, and the rule no one broke until I did it last night: No one is to know of the book's existence."
The doorbell rang before I could continue the explanation. Dad got up and went to answer it. "Oh, hello, Vicky," he said. "Sorry I'm late," a voice said. As the person the voice belonged to walked into the living room, my jaw dropped. "That's Victoria Latham! It's gotta be!" I thought. "But she and Mr. Meyers broke up after that post-prom encounter 25 years ago! Or...did they?"
"Hey, Vicky," Mr. Meyers said as he kissed Vicky. "Excuse me, Mr. Meyers..." I started to say before Mr. Meyers held up his hand. "Please, call me Kevin," he said. "We are both Inheritors after all." "Okay then, Kevin," I said. "Didn't you two break up? I assume that this--" I pointed to Victoria. "--is Victoria Latham," I finished.
"Sort of," Victoria said. "See, I was once known as Victoria Latham. But, after your parents got married, Kevin and I got back together. We were married a year after you were born." "Oh, I remember now," I said. "That was when Grandpa Noah babysat me for the weekend while Mom and Dad went up to Grand Lakes Resort."
After the impromptu Pact reunion broke up, I began to pack my backpack. Mom saw me and smiled. "Son, where are you going?" she asked. "I'm an Inheritor now, Mom," I said. "I gotta go try this thing out and work up a story for the next one."
As I walked up to the door, Dad smiled. "Son, before you go, we all agreed to keep the Bible's existence a secret. So, as far as future generations go, your secret is safe with us," he said. "Be careful, son."
"Thanks, Dad," I said as I waled out of the house.
A half an hour later, I walked up to Jeanine's house and rang the doorbell. Elyse Stifler, Jeanine's mother, answered. "Hello?" she said. "Good day to you, Mrs. Stifler. I'm William Levenstein, Jeanine's boyfriend," I said.
"Oh, hello,William," Mrs. Stifler said. "Jeanine, your boyfriend's here!" she yelled. Jeanine came down the stairs. God, is she beautiful! "Hey, Bill!" she said. "Hey there yourself," I said before I kissed her. "Listen, let's go to your room."
Upstairs, I told Jeanine to lie on the bed. She said she needed a little time to slip into something a little more...comfortable. As she did, I hid the Bible under her bed. As I did, a thought popped into my mind. I remembered Kevin's story about how he used the "World-Famous Tongue Tornado" to please Vicky.
The door from Jeanine's bathroom back to her bedroom opened. HOLY SHIT! That lingerie left little—and I do mean, little—to the imagination. "Listen, Bill, I've been thinking," Jeanine said. "Yes?" I asked.
"We've been going out for three years now," Jeanine began. "You've made it to third base. Why not make it a home run?" I gulped. "Well then," I said, reaching into my backpack. "I'm glad I packed these."
Jeanine smiled as I showed her my "party supplies." "I love you, Jeanine," I said. "I love you too, Bill," Jeanine said.
The next morning, I woke up in Jeanine's bed. The previous night was all I dreamed my first time to be and more. "Good morning, Tiger," Jeanine said. "To you too, Wildcat," I said.
To be concluded...