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Jake had finished updating his files, taken a long hot shower and even spent some bonding time with Silk, his Bengal cat. His roommate was out again, as usual, and Jakob was becoming bored. He needed company or he would go mad; he was tired of listening to the running dialogue in his head. Maybe he should run down to the common room; that was hit or miss. Sometimes there were a few study groups down there and sometimes there were just lots of bored people, like him, hanging out, socializing. He checked his hair in the mirror, grabbed a breath mint and hoped for the latter.
Entering the Rienzi common room, Jake immediately zeroed in on Shelby Ginnish; the funny boy was in a few of his classes and he always wanted the chance to talk to him. Shelby seemed like a lot of fun; actually, Jake wondered if the comical boy were on drugs of some kind. Look at him, savagely drumming away without a care in the world or a notice to anyone else in the room.
Plopping down in view of Shelby, where he could, supposedly, watch the television, Jake tapped his foot along with the demented drummer and threw a smile his way.
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"Hmmmm, well, we could take my car into new orleans and check out some of the clubs...", he threw his legs over the arm of the oversized chair he was sitting in, "...there are several that underage teens can go into. Only problem is...", he shrugged, "...no alcohol, but I have plenty of that." He knit his brows and looked side to side, "You didn't hear that, by the way."
Jake grinned at Shelby's stunned expression, "I was just scoping the room. Wondering what everyone else was doing and why they weren't bored shitless too."
Taking a good look at Shelby's face for the first time, Jake smiled, thinking how cute the boy was; he dated mostly girls, but being bisexual, he did throw in a boy every now and then. This, however, was a mute point, because he was pretty sure that Shelby was straight, so he wouldn't ruin a possible friendship by doing something stupid.
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“Sweet!”, Jake exclaimed, sliding up to sit on the arm of the chair, “This is gonna be wicked!” Looking concerned, suddenly, Jake commiserated, “Oh, sorry about the blood sugar, man” He thought it was rather sad that a boy as full of life as Shelby had to be bothered by such a lousy thing as Diabetes.
Nodding his head, Jake agreed that most of the room did look pretty bored. “Smokes?”, he asked, reaching for the Camels in his pocket, before he realized that Shelby wasn’t talking about cigarettes. Grinning back at the boy, he whispered, “You’re not talking about cigarettes, are you?” Looking around, to make sure no one was listening, he continued to whisper, “Believe it or not, I’ve never tried the other.”
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“A legend, eh?”, Jake grinned, “Cool…”, he stuck his cigarette behind his ear and patted Shelby on the shoulder, “Hang on for a second, man, while I grab my keys!” He took off from the common room and it was no time at all before he was back. Tossing his keys in the air and catching them, he asked, “Ready, Dude?”
Leaning close to Shelby he whispered, wide-eyed, “Sleepy, hungry or paranoid, huh? I think I need to try this stuff…”, he winked, “…and hope for the former two results.” Jake headed for the door, wondering what Shelby would think of his new Mercedes SLS AMG; his dad had given it to him for Christmas and this would be the first schoolmate he had taken for a ride in it.
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Good times, well Jake was certainly ready for that! “Okay, then I’ll just have to not get paranoid, right?!”, he decided. He was psyched as they walked out across the campus towards the parking lot. It was all he could do not to run to his car.
When he saw Shelby rip the cigarette in half, he figured he was saving the other half for the pot. “Awww, dude, you didn’t have to do that. I have plenty of cigarettes. You want a whole one to smoke?”, he asked. Nearing his cherry red Mercedes SLS AMG, Jake held his hand out and sighed, “There it is, my Christmas present from Daddy.” He felt a bit embarrassed at the show of wealth.
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“Okay, cool”, Jake was satisfied that Shelby would ask him for another cigarette if he wanted it. He took a long drag on his own cigarette and looked at Shelby as they walked; they were close to the same height, but that’s where the similarities ended. This was good. If there were any girls to be had, Jake and Shelby had totally different looks, so he figured they wouldn’t step on each other’s toes.
Shelby’s reaction to the car made Jake chuckle, “Yep, it’s all mine! Daddy even had a big green bow tied around it and a giant tag with my name on it. Oddly enough, my mom still bought me socks and underwear? Do they think we won’t wear them if they don’t buy them for us?”
Clicking open the doors, Jake offered, “Climb in, Dude! Let’s get to where the party is!”
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It made Jake feel good when Shelby praised his car, “Hey, glad you like it, dude!”, he chuckled. He watched his house mate stretch his neck to look around the interior and smiled, “You knowwww…I’d be cool with you borrowing it, if you ever needed wheels to go somewhere”, he offered.
“Music?”, he asked, “I’m pretty wide open there, as long as it’s good…rock, hip-hop, punk, metal…even some of the newer country.” He tapped the dash with his index finger, “Play what you like, man, and crank it up!”, he encouraged.
Jake peeled out of the school parking lot and headed for the lights and excitement of the Big Easy.
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“Hey, if you have a learner’s, can’t you drive with someone that has a full driver’s liscense?”, Jake wondered, “Just take a buddy or a hot girl along!” He chuckled, “…or just don’t get your fuckin’ ass caught!”
“Rap works, man!”, he exclaimed, watching as Shelby chose a station and cranked it up loud. “Yeaaaaaaaaaaah!”, Jake bopped his head and seat-danced along the road, singing along when he knew the words.
Making it to the city in no time, Jake pulled into a parking garage on Royal Street; climbing out of the car, Jake asked, jokingly, “Hey, Shelby! How we gonna split all the girls that want us? You want the blondes or brunettes? I figure we can just divide the redheads!”
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“Yeah, sure, why not?”, Jake shrugged it off. While such a car might seem to cost a small fortune to some people, it was pocket change to Jake’s family; he would never say such a thing to Shelby or anyone else, though, because his family’s incredible wealth was a little embarrassing to Jake.
“HAH!”, Jake, snorted, surprised and delighted by Shelby’s reply, “My game’s never been tighter, my man!” He pushed up the sleeves of his shirt and puffed out his chest, “Maybe I’ll send you my leftovers”, he teased, doing a comical strut.
Holding the pack out for Shelby to take one, Jake inquired, “When’s a good time for us to…ahem…partake of your special ciggy?” Maybe, he thought, Shelby wanted to save it to mellow out on the way home, after the partying, drinks and girls.
As they walked, Jake got more and more excited, “Dude, let’s head to this place where I know the bartender. It’s an Under 21 bar called The Hanger! You’ll like it…”, he grinned and winked, “…it’s a college bar, which means college girls!” Jake pulled out a cigarette for himself and lit it, “Oh, they play like Hip-Hop, Dance/Electronic, Top 40…sometimes they have live bands.” He grinned and pounded Shelby in the chest with the flat of his hand, “…but, duuude…college girls!”, he repeated.
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Jake laughed at Shelby’s strut and clapped his hands, “Dude, the chicks of Nawlins don’t stand a chance with us in town!” He saw out of the corner of his eyes that he and Shelby had already drawn a few looks.
“Cool!”, Jake answered, happy that his companion was so easily pleased, “What do you say we smoke it after our raging is over with…you know, to mellow out?”
Things seemed to be pretty well under way, when they entered The Hanger, “Hey, Joe!”, Jake did a fancy little handshake with the bouncer at the door, “This is my bud, Shelby”, he introduced Shelby to the big man and moved on inside the crowded, neon lit club.
Walking around to the backside of the bar, Jake greeted the young bartender there, “Yo, Remy, dude!”, he called, with a smile. “Jake-boy! What can I get you?”, the bartender greeted. “I’ll just have a beer and take care of my man, Shelby here…run a tab, okay?”
The bartender handed the boys their drinks in paper cups and Jake moved away from the bar, so as not to draw attention. As long as you didn’t cause trouble, the cops never went out of their way to look for underage drinkers or to check I.D.s. Heading for a table in the back, a hot blonde was giving Shelby the eye and Jake mumbled, “Damn, first blood!”
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