"Hey Owen! Think fast!" Ryan yelled across the hall, after hurling a plush K-bal football at Owen's head.
"What?" Owen hollered as he spun around and got hit in the face with the ball. "Oh, dude it is so on!" Owen yelled as he took cover underneath his desk and opened the bottom drawer. "Yes! Ha ha, this was exactly what I was hoping to find." Owen then slipped on his new pair of Ray-bans and rolled into Steven's office across the hall. "Sh, Steven don't blow my cover."
"I'm not gonna even ask."
"Ha Ha Ha!" Ryan laughed, while skating in the doorway of Steven's office, wearing a La Kings hockey uniform.
"Oh damn." Owen cursed as he took cover behind Steven's desk chair.
"What am I your human shield? C'mon man I thought I meant more to you than that! Oh, and Ryan I swear if you hit that puck over here I-" Before Steven could finish his sentence Ryan's hockey puck was already swirling past Steven's head and into the fish tank. "No! F.O.!" Steven cried out as Ryan's puck sunk down to the bottom of the tank.
"Who or what is F.O?" Asked Owen, while he stood up off the floor dropping the K-Bal squirt gun.
"F.O. is Terrell Owens' fish, and he asked me to watch it while he was out on a business trip."
"By any chance does F.O. stand for Fishrell Owens?" Questioned Ryan.
"Yep, and now he should be called.. Dead-rell Owens! Cause' it turns out whenever I ask you guys to do something, I am the one who ends up having to not only do the job, but I am also the one who has to clean up your guys' mess along the way!" Steven scolded.
Ryan and Owen looked at each other and then looked down at the floor. "Look, we're sorry Steven we won't let it happen again, and we promise to follow orders next time." Replied a very guilty Owen.
"Both of you?"
"Yeah, both of us." Ryan replied with a forgiving smile. "If you want Steven, Owen and I can save you the trouble and go out and buy a new fish for Terrell. How much longer will he be out on his business trip?"
"His flight is arriving tomorrow night, and then he is going to come down to the station right before your broadcast starts." Steven said.
"What time is it right now?" Asked Owen.
"It's already 10 O'clock, and the pet store is already closed. So, why don't you guys just worry about getting the fish tomorrow after your guys' group therapy session or something and then come back and meet me here tomorrow night before Ryan's Broadcast?"
"Well, I start broadcasting at eight tomorrow night, so let's say... Seven-ish?"
"Yeah, that's fine as long as you guys get here before Terrell does."
"Alright, now I am going to take you home before your mom starts freaking out and Owen and I will see you before the broadcast tomorrow night."
"Okay Ryan, and don't forget the fish!" Steven exclaimed as Ryan and Owen walked out his office and down to the parking complex.
"Slug bug yellow!" Owen yelled, while punching Ryan in the arm.
"Ow, you know that's not a safe game to play while I am driving." Ryan then looked down for a second after remembering how Janie died in a car accident, but then quickly looked back up, out into the road and immediately changed the subject. "So killing somebodies fish and now on a mission to replace, said fish. Was that your idea of a big thing to accomplish?"
"Not really, it's more of just a current goal at the moment, I guess."
Ryan had finally arrived at Owen's house, and had pulled up into Owen's driveway. "So, Um do you have this big thing you actually really want to do, in mind at all?"
Owen unbuckled his seat belt. "Well um I never mentioned this to anyone in the group before... not even to Lauren, but yeah I have something in mind."
"Well, can I ask you what it is?"
"Yeah." Owen said as he closed the car door and ran into his house.
"Y'know I was hoping you'd sort of tell me what it was!" Ryan yelled after him, but just as Ryan was about to start the car again, Owen came running out of the house, and reached into his pocket and started unfolding a piece of lined paper.
"If that's your hit-list of people you don't like in the group, well then I really don't feel like killing anybody tonight." Ryan joked.
"No." Owen laughed. "It's a list of goals that my older brother wanted to accomplish before he turned twenty-one."
"Oh. How old is he now?"
'Well actually he turns twenty-one tomorrow night, and I was going to go down to the hospital and visit him. I also know that, although I may not be able to really give him a present for his birthday. I just thought it would be cool if I accomplished this list for him."
"Wow Owen, I'm sure he'd appreciate that. How many have you gotten through so far?"
"Well, there are ten of them and I've gotten through eight, so far. So, can you help me finish the last two?"
"Yeah Owen, no problem we can do them while we go out and get the new Fishrell for Steven."
"Thanks Ryan, this really means a lot to me man." Owen smiled.
"Your welcome buddy." Ryan said as he said goodbye to Owen and drove back to his place.