Chapter 8:
Dez was mourning for Benjamin Junior, his barely brand-new, now shattered FlipXE video camera. He hadn't been expecting Trish to break it for another three weeks, so the funeral arrangements had to backed up to today. Soon, Dez would be on the beach with Ally, wearing a tuxedo, and giving Benjamin Junior the proper burial he deserved, in a coffin, not on a sticky, gum-littered mall floor, where no one knew what had even been there before.
Ally arrived with a box she had taken out of Dez's 'movie storage', where many of her old props for 'Claws Dun Dun Dun', his movie, lay in disuse, cobwebs, and dust bunnies. Apparently the box was supposed to be the coffin for Claws' claw, when the lifeguard, played by Austin, put it in there, and sent it into the ocean, peacefully, so it could be set to rest. But Dez cut the scene at the last moment: in fact, right when Ally had finished building the prop, and the box had been put into 'movie storage'.
She collected a broom and dustpan; Benjamin Junior was sharp as small crushed pieces of hardware. Ally quickly swept up as much of Benjamin Junior as she could, so she could also avoid the mob or mallgoers' feet coming toward her. She jumped out of the way, and then pulled the box away, so it could not be destroyed either. Brushing the camera pieces into the velvet cushiony inside of the coffin, she sealed the top easily, and walked to the beach alone.
Unfortunately, she had walked to the part of it where she had been with Elliot, who she hadn't seen since he had tried to kiss her. It was a sad, lonely memory, bittersweet tasting. Ally sat cross-legged in the white, glassy sand, waiting for Dez, so that they could continue Benjamin Junior's funeral at sea. Finally, he arrived, wearing a black polyester tuxedo with a black top hat, and black Converse sneakers.
"Let's begin," Dez said, as Ally set the coffin box prop in the water, "Benjamin Junior, there are so many ways to describe you. Your amazing zoom feature, your amazing high definition screen, and of course your perfect outer design. You were an awesome camera to work with, for the mere four weeks I had you, and I see now that overcoming challenges, with a short vicious girl named Trish, is important, so then I don't lose so many great cameras like you so often. I hope to see many reincarnations of you in the future. Good bye, Benjamin Junior."
The coffin floated out, far into the depths of the Pacific Ocean, before finally sinking lower into the cerulean blueness. The two friends watched in silence, as Dez's camera finally faded. They bowed their heads in respect, until finally, Dez looked up, and said: "Well, the Theater Shack awaits. I have my eye on a new BlowColorHD named Samuel. Wanna come, Ally?"
"Oh, Dez," Ally laughed, "I knew you'd come back eventually." The two turned back and trudged through the sand, headed back to the mall, when with one parting glance, they looked back at the sea, and the camera that flowed with it. Finally, after one really long look, they ran back to the mall, wind in their hair. The sun radiated off their smiles, but you would know by a second glance, at the sadness in their eyes, something had changed.