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| Footprints In The Sand Author�s Note: This is one of those "read-between-the-lines" stories that has a deeper meaning behind it. I actually got this idea from a comic strip ( I know.. I�m pathetic). This is my first non-humor story, so please please please review and let me know how I�m doing! *Ding-dong* No answer. *Ding-dong* Still no answer. Ding-dongdingdongdingdongding-dong* No answer. *POUNDPOUNDPOUNDPOUND* "Yo Rok, open up!" Nothing. "Gawd dammit, Brian, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" Kevin knew that if his tone didn�t get Brian to answer, the cursing would. Something was wrong with Brian, and he needed to find out what was bothering him. Kevin listened hard and finally heard Brian�s soft footsteps on the hardwood floors, Tyke�s nails clicking along with them. Brian opened the door just a crack. " Whatca want, cuz?" His voice was oddly slurred. " What�s wrong, Frick? You�re not being yourself lately. Let me in." Kevin demanded. "Aw, nothing�s wrong with me, man. I�m fine," "Let me in," Kevin pressed against the door, knowing that he would win. Brian stepped back and the door swung open. Kevin gasped. " Brian. What is wrong with you?" he managed to choke. The living area was littered with beer bottles and looked as if it hadn�t been cleaned in months. Brian held his head, trying to make the room stop spinning, and leaned heavily against a chair. " Leighanne and I... we were fighting a lot and-" Kevin cut him off. " Ugh, could we discuss this outside? No offense, but the smell is starting getting to me in here," "Sure," they moved out on the deck overlooking the ocean "Let�s go for a walk," Kevin suggested. Brian nodded and they both kicked off their shoes and stepped onto the warm evening sand. "See what happened was me and Leighanne haven�t been agreeing A LOT for a while, and one day she just packed some stuff and left. Just out the door," Brian snapped his fingers, " Just like that." "Wow. She didn�t say anything to you?" Kevin said, kicking along part of a shell. "Not when she left, no. But she called me later and said..." he paused, and looked at Kevin, searching for something that he could trust. Kevin, noticing the pause, looked over at him. Something in those green eyes told Brian he was his friend to confide in. He would understand. He could help. " She said that... that I wasn�t everything she had hoped for. I�m not living up to her expectations." He could choke back the anger no longer. " She wanted me for my fame. My glamour. Not me." His hands became fists at this fact that he was that stupid. Had fallen for the trick. Was the fool. Brian looked back at Kevin, blue eyes shimmering with unfallen tears, a true look of pain covering his face. They sat down under some trees about the time Brian cracked. " How could I be so stupid? I was a complete idiot, her puppet on a string!" he sobbed. His older cousin wrapped an arm around him and, somehow, before long, Brian fell asleep lying on the warm, soft sand. " Cuz.... Cuz... BRIAN WAKE UP!!!" Kevin shook the smaller man until he finally looked at him. " What�s the emergency, Kev?" " You�re missing the sunrise, man. It�s beautiful." He heard Brian sigh and mutter something like " softie," but he didn�t go back to sleep. After a while, Brian sat up and started looking around him. he was sure they hadn�t walked this far last night. His house wasn�t in sight. "Uh, Kev? Where are we?" "Farther down the beach. Better view here." Kevin replied without taking his eyes off the water. Brian stared down the beach at some footprints that dotted the morning sand. "Are those our footprints?" " Yes." "But... halfway there�s two sets and the other half there�s one set..." "That�s where I carried you... you were pretty drunk last night." Brian sat for a moment, looking for the best words. But there were none. All he could do is whisper, " Thanks, man." Home |
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