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Short Story: Words For YOU By: Eric Blair

Short Story: Words For YOU By: Eric Blair

HEY! Welcome back for another six degree of happenstance; I hope Mr. Deckard did a good job of telling a story. Well, this next story isn’t about revenge or cold blooded murder; this story is about love. Oh, there goes our loving couple outside of Steve’s dormitory on a clear beautiful night. Let’s take a listen to their conversation; they’re in a middle of an argument. Shhhhh, don’t let them hear you breathing. This is about to get juicy!

 Youthful Raging Heart

Steve looks at Sam with an intense, serious stare as Sam; a beautiful Latin woman with a shapely body, full lips, long black hair, and hazel brown eyes looks on with attitude in her eyes and hands on her hips. Steve says, “So what ‘bout my life?! So you just want me to get up and leave school for the summer?!” Sam says, “What the fuck, babe, you can’t come to Japan with me for one week! Just one freaking week?! What will you be missing here? Steve shifts his weight to the left side of his body and points his index finger in Sam direction and says, “Well…Well…The guys are goin’ to South Beach. Dee’s family has a beach house down there. I was hopin’ you could come with me. I guess not cuz you’re makin’ decision for the both of us now!” Sam threw her arms in the air from frustration and says, “Are you fucking retarded! I always listens to you, babe. Do whatever you want me to do. I go where you want me to go. I do all these things and never complain because I love you. How dare you try to make me out as the bad guy! I just asked you to come to Japan with me for the summer because I want to spend it with my loving boyfriend not my girlfriends. I want to be with you!” Sam walks in circles in with an enraged look on her face. Steve is leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, he looking down at the ground with a blank stare on his face. Steve says, “I don’t know what to tell you. I really don’t wanna be in Japan this summer. The semester is over in two weeks and I am beat from school work and practice. I just want to kick back on a beach with my boys and get drunk.” Sam stops and grabs Steve’s face with her right hand. Steve is startled by her quick movement and strong grab. Sam is beyond angry as her eyes water up with tears. Sam says, “So what are you trying to say, Steve?” Steve utters under his breath like a child in trouble with his mother. Steve says, “Maybe we need some space. You go to Japan and I go to South Beach, after the summer is over we decide what we really want to do with each other.” Sam releases Steve from her grip as tear rolls down her red face. Sam say,”*Stiff, stiff* Fine. Have a great time in South Beach, Ba—Steve.” Steve looks very sad as Sam walks away with tears rolling down her face. Steve yells, “I can still drive you to Professor Giovanni’s house to pick up your check!” Sam continues to walk, never turning back and she says, “Do worry about me anymore. Go worry about your friends and drinking. Bye.”

 The Crack Between Two Hearts

We’re back at Steve and friends’ dormitory of Blake and Blaine (Oh, yeah; do you guys remember Blake and Blaine?).  Blake and Blaine are sitting on the couch with their joysticks in their hands looking up at Steve. Blake and Blaine have a blank look on their faces as they’re looking up at Steve. Steve is standing in front of the TV with a sad look on his face. Steve says, “Really?! What does she want me to do? I love her but I still have my life. I am not sayin’ her life isn’t important but what ‘bout my life. I can’t just get up and just go—” Dameon enters the apartment with arms in the air, screaming, “I came, I Saw, I conquered!” (Oh, yeah; Dameon is back also.) Blake, Blaine, and Steve looked on at Dameon with a mean look on their faces. Steve says, “Really? Really, my man? I didn’t interrupt you when you were on your fuckin’ two day rant ‘bout Liz. C’mon guy! Let someone else have the “relationship limelight” for one day, pretty, fuckin’ please!” Dameon puts his hands in the air with a “geez” look on his face as he take a seat on the arm of the couch, he says, “My bad, son. That’s my B. Continue.” Steve says, “I love her but I need my space also, I need to live my life too.” Blake puts down his joysticks with a calm look on his face; he looks up at Steve and says, “Can I ask you one question?” Steve says, “Yeah. Sure.” Blaine says, “It was a rhetorical question, Miami Vice. Who wears suits in college? Only son’s of drug lords?” Steve says, “Was that a racial joke?” Blake says, “Shut up Blaine and Latino Heat, if you need to ask then it was. We digress from the point, what is so great and important in your life that you can’t pause it for love?” Steve looks down at the guys with a baffled look on his face like a chimpanzee. Steve utters, “Um…Um…I don’t know.” Blake points at him with a calm movement and says, “Exactly! Think ‘bout your true decision before you throw away someone’s heart.” Steve walks away puzzled as he utters, “Hm.” Dameon looks down at Blake with a crazy look on his face and he says, “What the fuck was that Dr. Bro-Man Phil? You never gave me that type of love advice before. What gives!” Blaine and Blake giggles like two school girls as Blaine says, “Cuz you’re shallow and you also date bitches. We actually love Sam.” Dameon smirks and says, “Touche.”

 The Race To The Land Of Raising Sun 

Steve is sitting on the edge of his bed in deep thought. Steve says, “Fuck proud!” Steve races out of his room passing Blake and Blaine sitting on the couch playing a game. Blaine yells, “Good luck!” Blake says, “That was cliché 80’s movie gay. Never yell “good luck” to another grown as man. Aw fuck! You beat me!” Blaine smirks and says, “Yeah, go play with a cliff, douche. By the way the 80’s had some good songs. Sometimes upbeat and sometimes you just die.” Steve runs into Dameon as he’s leaving out, Steve yells out to Dameon as he’s running toward him in the hallway, “Can you drive me to the airport?!” Dameon says, “Um, sure.” Thirty minutes later, Steve jumps out of Dameon’s car while it’s still in motion. Dameon yells, “YO!” Steve runs through the automatic doors at the airport before Dameon could stop. Steve yells back at him, “My B!” Steve runs through the airport dodging people like Barry Sanders. Steve runs pass a flower shop and then he doubles back. He grabs a vase of roses and throws the old Asian lady a fifty dollar bill and yells, “Keep the change!”

 Steve is running and dodging people in the airport and then runs smack dead into a tall Black guy with a few bruises on his face. Steve’s vase of rose drops and shatters on the floor. The guy looks back with an angry look on his face as he steps on two roses on the floor. Steve yells, “What the hell, dick?! You’re fuckin’ stepin’ on my shit! Dude?!” The guy yells back, “Sorry but who is the dickhead who brings roses to an airport?! Are you meetin’ your mail ordered wife?!” Steve flags the roses on the floor in frustration and continues to run as the guy and him part ways. Steve yells, “Fuck you! I hope a dog or raccoon mauls you!” Steve runs for a few more minutes and finally makes it to gate fifty-two and with his last breath he yells “Samantha Cortez! I love you!” Everyone in the airport turns around to look at Steve as Sam is the second person in line to board the plane. Sam face lights up like a Christmas tree in the darkness. Steve falls to his knees panting as Sam steps out of line and runs to Steve’s aid. Sam says, “Steve? Are you okay? Why are you here?” Steve puts up his index finger as he is still panting. Sam says, “Steve! Now or never, I need to board this plane.” Steve says, “Okay. I am sorry—” Same interrupts him and says, “You came all this way just to tell me that?!” Steve places his index and middle finger on Sam’s mouth as she start to blush. Steve clear his throat, “Uhm!” and then says, “I know it has been two weeks but I needed time to really think ‘bout everything. I realized I have been foolish to treat you irregular. You deserve the world and beyond the stars. I have recklessly cared for your heart. I know this sounds so random but I wanted to make sure this is what I want. Sam looks deeply into Steve eyes with a focus stare and says, “What do you want?” Steve says, “You. I have lost someone so near and dear to me; I started to really comprehend the value of Sam Cortez. What she really meant to my life. That feelin’ was so lonely and cold; I don’t wanna be cold anymore. I want to be by you and I want you by my side. No more 80/20, from here on out its 50/50. So, Sam will you be more than my girlfriend, will you be my companion, lover, and someday my wife?” Sam stare off at something that’s going on behind Steve and says, “Oh no!” Steve does a double blink and his confidence leaves his body; this depleted look of defeat appears on his face. He says, “What? No, why? I can try har—” Sam laughs and says, “No silly, some fat, greasy man is being arrested behind you.

My answer to you is YES! YES! And YES!” Steve’s face lights up with a huge smile and hugs and kisses Sam. In Steve’s arms, Sam looks up at him and says, “So, am I going to see you once I get back from Japan?” Steve looks down at her with a stone cold look on his face and says, “No.” Sam’s smile disappears and her face turns into disbelief and says, “What?!” Sam pulls out a plane ticket and says, “No cuz I am goin’ with you to Japan.” Sam lets out a roar of a scream yelling, “YES! Wait, what about your clothes? What about the guys?” Steve says, “How the hell clothes come before the gang?” Sams says, “Look, I am just ecstatic that you’re here with me. Reunited and it feels so good.” Steve says, “Okay that’s gay.” Sam says, “But I am a girl!” Steve says, “So? Forget this bickerin’ we have a plane to catch. Let’s proceed to the future, love bucket.” Sam says, “Well, babe, let’s continue…”


About Mr. Blair

Eric Blair was born in August of 1984 in Philadelphia, PA, and raised in the North Philly section of the city. He has always enjoyed stories, schemes, and the complexities of plots. At a young age he discovered that he could create narratives full of adventures, creativity, and intrigue. It was this realization that caused him to fall in love with the art of storytelling. At age of twenty-one Eric began writing comic books. His first professional book “Hip-Hop Chronicles” was written for Space Dawg Entertainment in 2004. Eric’s writing style ranges from descriptive to expository writing, where the writing serves to explain and inform the audience. He uses thoroughly developed characters, clever situations, and witty conversation style and tone to keep readers engaged. Eric is inspired by authors who can evoke an emotional response from the reader, as well as authors who can blend elements of fact with fiction to construct a great piece. Eric is currently working on a series of comic books that are soon to be published, his recent writings have been guest featured on several online blogs. He works on perfecting his craft by consistently updating his work, editing pieces, reviewing the latest relevant material, and surrounding his self with like minded, creative, intelligent people.

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