-I wrote the following novel nearly two decades ago. In the years between then and now I've honed my craft, and my perception of this world; my thoughts and ideas; have changed dramatically. However, I still enjoy the premise and have decided to do an overhaul of revisions and rewrites, though likely not until sometime next year. (Though I'm sure I'll do a little as I post chapters)
For now I hope you will enjoy a glimpse into my book writing beginnings...
They are the closest of friends though they have never met in waking life.
Prologue-PT1 Prologue-PT2 Chapter 1
Chapter Six
Over four years later
“I’ll have plenty of time for that when I’m dead,” Jake stated and they started off down the hallway full tilt.
They were joined by Brent McGuire and Gerald Littleton. The four of them had become friends slowly, borne out of their close living quarters. Collin was pretty sure that no foursome could have been as different as they were, with the exception perhaps of Brent who did share a few things in common with him.
Things which annoyed the other two to no end-Comic Books and movies or shows depicting them. They had dragged Jake and Gerald to every one of the superhero films since they had begun appearing in cinema, and insisted on taking up the T.V. for a weekly show about superman. Of course Gerald and Jake found the comics to be beneath them, or 'for the ignorant masses'. Collin knew, however, that Gerald had secretly begun to enjoy the stories but was afraid to voice it lest Jake light into him with passionate vehemence.
They climbed in Jake’s Rolls Royce, a car that was a family tradition, and headed to the Little house of Italy, an excellent café filled with every kind of pasta you could imagine including gourmet pizza.
“So what do you think, rent the latest X-men movie, tonight?” Brent winked at Collin, and they sat back with twin grins to listen to the loud protesting that followed.
“Oh all right, I guess we could let you two pick tonight.”
“In that case, I suggest we don’t rent a movie, I need to catch up on the news that you have been depriving me of for FIVE days STRAIGHT.” Jake grimaced at them in the rearview, which elicited snickers from the backseat. Jake was a political man and had dreams of becoming president in 30 years. He claimed that he could single handedly turn the economy around with his carefully planned manifesto. He absolutely abhorred it when they would point out how in thirty years the nation’s state of affairs would likely be quite different.
Once at the restaurant they sat at their usual table, which by some small miracle was always open upon their arrival as the place was generally pretty full at any hour after 11 am. Collin had a theory that something terrible had happened at the table that made it like room 13 at a hotel. He loved to feign superstition, as this also annoyed the two uppity members of the group. Superstition was in fact Gerald’s pet peeve as he believed in nothing but scientific fact, and discredited anything in the least supernatural, religious, or otherwise inexplicable. Collin wondered what good old Gerry would think of his dream girl and shuddered at how he would suck the magic right out of it. He hoped that he would never be inclined to make the mistake of confiding such a thing to him.
They ordered their usual, Collin a supreme pizza, Brent a pound of lasagna, Mr. Impatience a salad and some breadsticks- pasta sat too heavy on his stomach
and makes him feel sluggish-, and Gerald ravioli without sauce because it gave him heartburn. Collin had tried just about every pasta dish they made, but nothing compared to their pizza.
They ate quickly and in silence, then made small talk about upcoming projects. They didn’t linger long as Jake’s need to be on the move took him over after a few minutes, and they were on their way back to the school. Collin thought that once he had his own car their arrangement might change a bit. But for now he couldn’t complain-beggars can’t be choosers, he definitely understood that rule.
He spent the rest of the day with his bees, then went back to the dorm and caught up on some reading as his pals watched the news. For some reason he was exhausted, and fell asleep on the armchair in the middle of a page....
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