Senior year. This year was special to Isaias and Owen. The both of them were finally going to get what they wanted. Isaias would have his degree, and the woman he loved. Owen would have his degree, and his music. Most of all, it was the last year Owen would have to watch his mother suffer.
Whitney was confused. What was going to happen to her relationship with Isaias after they graduated? Would she go back to Philadelphia and work there? Before she met Isaias, her life plan was set in stone. Now she didn’t know. She was sitting on the couch deep in thought when Desiree walked into the room.
“Hey, what’s the matter with you?”
“Just thinking that’s all.”
“My life. I was just wondering what was going to happen to Isaias and me after we graduate.”
Desiree clicked her teeth. “Are you sick? What do you mean what’s going to happen? Nothing is going to change, Whitney. He loves you.”
“But his mother doesn’t. She hates me.”
“I don’t believe she hates you. I just think she prefers Victoria.”
Whitney shook her head. “No, you didn’t see her. When we went to her house after the party, she basically told me she wouldn’t have chosen me for Isaias.”
“Oh come on. Mrs. Reynolds is not prejudice. Is she?”
Whitney nodded. “Oh yeah. The only reason I was in her house is because she loves and respects Isaias.”
“Okay, if she is, she is. Owen’s mother is the same way, but what does that have to do with what happens after graduation?”
“Well, I can’t be a part of his life when he takes over the family business, so what’s going to happen to us?”
Desiree slapped her legs, stood up, and rolled her eyes all in one motion. “Oh my God! What has gotten into you? I think you need a pick me up. School starts Monday, and we will go back to being to busy to party so much. So how about the four of us have one last weekend of fun. We’ll do it up big.”
Whitney looked up. “Doesn’t the band have a gig this weekend?”
“Oh yeah. Friday night. But we can do our thing afterwards like always.”
“Cheer up, Whitney. I don’t like it when you’re like this. Isaias loves you, and the two of you will be together forever just like Owen and I. I’ll call Owen and tell him what we want to do, and we’ll let them plan it. We’ll just go along for the ride okay?”
“All right, Desiree. Whatever you wanna do.”
Friday night, the four of them were at a local club, and the show was over. Owen was saying his thank you.
“Well ladies and gentlemen boys and girls, our time is up. I just wanted to say you have been a wonderful audience, and I hope you enjoyed our show. Next time you come, bring a friend. I always do. Ladies and gentlemen we are Therapy.”
Owen stepped off the stage, and he wasn’t himself. He went and sat down next to Desiree, and she kissed him on the cheek.
“You were wonderful tonight honey.”
Owen shook his head. “No Desi, we weren’t. Something was wrong with the chemistry tonight, and I just can’t put my finger on it.”
Desiree sat back in her chair. She wondered what was wrong with Owen. Moments later, Isaias made his way to the table.
Owen looked at him when he sat down and asked, “Hey man, what in the hell was wrong with your drumming tonight?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Tempo. Your tempo was all over the place.”
Desiree wasn’t about to let Isaias get beat up for nothing. “There was nothing wrong with his drumming, Owen. You’re hearing things.”
Owen looked at her and smirked. “Desiree, do you know how many times I have listened to this music? I mean shit, I wrote half of it. I know what my music is supposed to sound like.”
Isaias apologized. “I’m sorry man. I may be a little distracted tonight.”
“Well, if something is bothering you, you need to discuss it. I can’t have you screwing up when we’re performing. What’s going on in your head?”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
Ready to get some things off her chest, Whitney spoke up. “So what are we doing tonight?”
“I thought we could just party here,” Isaias said. “After all the drinks are free for us.”
Owen agreed. “I’m down, as long as you tell me what’s going on in your head, Isaias.”
“I said we’ll talk about it later, Owen.”
Desiree clicked her teeth and sighed. “I guess I have my work cut out for me tonight. I have three sad sacks on my hands. I want to know who you are, and you what did with my friends.”
They couldn’t hold it in any longer. Isaias and Owen laughed aloud, while Whitney and Desiree looked at them in confusion.
“Damn you two are so gullible! I love it,” Owen chuckled.
Isaias smiled. “Your faces were classic.”
“Oh so ya’ll got jokes tonight,” Desiree said, smirking.
Owen kissed Desiree on the cheek. “Are you kidding? We always have jokes.”
Whitney still thinking about her future asked, “So are we staying here or what?”
“No, honey we’re not. We are going to take you out for a midnight snack, and after that we are going back to our place for another surprise.” Isaias looked at Owen. “So you ready to go or what?”
“What about your instruments honey, aren’t you gonna pack up before you leave?”
“Smoke’s in charge of the roadies tonight.”
Owen was ready to leave. “Well, let’s get out here, shall we?”
Owen called out, “Smoke! Come on over here for a minute!”
Smoke walked to the table. “What’s up man?”
“We’re gonna take the girls to eat. You wanna meet us at our place later?”
“I don’t know what Brenda wants to do.”
“Bring her. It’s okay. Tell the rest of the fellas they can come to if they want.”
“All right. I’ll swing by if she wants to come.”
“See you later.”
“Okay then. Later.”
Smoke left the table.
They went to their favorite all night diner, and had a snack. Afterwards they drove to Isaias and Owens apartment. When they got there and opened the door, Smoke and the rest of the roadies jumped out and yelled surprise. Isaias and Owen knew they were going to be there. Desiree and Whitney were scared right out of their skin.
“Oh shit!” Desiree jumped. “What the hell are all of you doing here?”
Smoke grinned. “It’s a surprise party!”
Confused, Whitney asked, “A surprise party? For who?”
Owen took Desiree by her hand, and led her to the middle of the living room. Everyone in the room knew what was coming except Whitney and Desiree.
Owen looked Desiree in her eyes, and the room was silent as he held her hands and spoke to her.
“I remember the first day I fell in love with you. You were eating vanilla ice cream with strawberry topping. You got some on your lip, and didn’t notice it. You just kept on talking to me. That shit turned me on. When you did notice it, you licked it off, and didn’t miss a beat. You just kept on talking. I realized how beautiful you really were and I knew in my heart that I had finally found my girl.”
“Owen, what’s going on?”
Owen only smiled. “Shhh, I’m talking.”
Desiree smiled. “Sorry.”
“I introduced you to my mother, and I can honestly look you in the face and tell you she was very impressed with you, and she adores you. So whatever you do for the rest of our lives don’t change.”
Owen reached into his pocket and got down on one knee. Desiree put her free hand to her heart and gasped.
Owen smiled and turned to his best friend. “Isaias this is the right knee isn’t it?
Isaias chuckled. “It doesn’t matter man, just get on with it.”
Owen looked into his woman’s eyes. “Desiree Martinez, I love you. Will you marry me?”
Desiree looked into his eyes, her heart beating rapidly. “Owen Thomas, I love you.”
“I know that, but will you marry me?”
Desiree had jokes of her own. “What do you think, Isaias? Is he worth it?”
Isaias smirked and waved his hand. “Yeah. Go for it.”
Her heart still beating rapidly she turned back to Owen. “Yes Owen, I will marry you.”
“Thank you, baby.” Owen stood and kissed her in front of all of his friends. They clapped and cheered as they kissed. They all knew Owen and Desiree were meant to be together, and their cheers reflected it.
The party went on until three in the morning. By this time, everyone was leaving. Owen and Isaias were drunk, and they said their goodbyes. Isaias closed the door as the last of their friends left. Whitney watched Isaias stumble as he was trying to sit down. Desiree gave out long before all of her guests left. She was lying in Owens lap, and he was stroking her hair.
“Wow I’m glad that’s done,” Isaias said. “I’m beat.”
“No honey, you’re drunk.”
“Yeah, I guess I am a little. Hey Owen. Congratulations.”
“Thanks. I meant what I said earlier.”
“Without you, she never would have said yes.”
“Yes she would have. She never would have chosen me in the first place.”
Whitney now curious. “Excuse me?”
“Aw it’s nothing. I was just talking about the day Owen and I met Desiree. We used to compete for everything. Including women.”
“Well I’m glad she didn’t like you that way,” Owen said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be this happy.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
Owen’s intoxication got the better of him. He opened up his mouth, and things were just flying out.
“I was really pissed off I lost that bet.”
“Bet?” Whitney asked.
“Oh yeah. When we first met you, I bet Isaias a surf and turf dinner that he couldn’t go out on a real date with you.”
Whitney looked at Isaias and her temperature began to rise. “Really?”
“Oh yeah,” Owen continued, “I told him you were way out of his league. He then said to me, and I quote, “Why do you think she’s out of my league? I can pull any babe on campus I want. Why is Whitney out of my league?”
“He said that?”
Isaias miraculously began to sober up. “I don’t remember saying that, Owen.”
“Oh yeah you do.” He turned back to Whitney. “I then told him why you were out of his league. I said to him, “She’s black and fucking hot. Nobody that looks like you would want to fuck with him.”
As Isaias’ anger rose, the more sober he became. “Shut up man.”
“I thought she already knew this story. You mean you haven’t told her this?”
Whitney shook her head and stared at Isaias hard. She didn’t let go of her gaze and continued to talk to Owen. “No he hasn’t. Go on Owen, what else did he say?”
“He said he could pull you in a month.”
Whitney, still staring at Isaias asked, “Is that true, Isaias?”
Doing everything in his power to save his relationship, he began to justify his previous actions. “Honey it doesn’t matter now. We’re together.”
“So it does matter that I’m black. What am I a trophy or something?”
“Whitney baby, come on. That was a year ago. Those things I said don’t matter anymore. I love you.”
Whitney was angry now, and Isaias could see it. “Liar!” Whitney yelled, and stood up. “Bishop was right about you all along.”
It was as if he hadn’t consumed a drop of alcohol. The thought of losing Whitney, sobered him up immediately. “Whitney honey, wait!”
Whitney moved quickly down the hall with Isaias on her heels. She went into his room, turned, and slammed the door in his face.
Isaias was quiet for a minute. He sighed deeply. “Whitney baby, please open the door. Let’s talk about this.”
“You are lucky I’m too drunk to drive, or I’d be out of here tonight!” She yelled from the opposite side of the door. “Go away and leave me alone, Isaias! You don’t have to worry about me anymore!”
“Whitney, come on open the door,” Isaias pleaded.
“Fuck you, Isaias!”
Now Isaias was really angry. This was Owen’s fault. Isaias gave up and went back to the living room, and stood in front of Owen just long enough to get a good foothold. Afterward, Isaias punched Owen in the face. He hit him hard enough to wake Desiree. She sat up.
“What the hell is going on?” Desiree asked.
Owen held his eye and asked, “What the fuck man? Why’d you hit me?”
“I’m sick of you and your bullshit. I told you if you ever came between me and Whitney I would kill you.”
Desiree still confused, asked again. “What’s going on, Isaias?”
“Owen managed to cause Whitney to break up with me.”
“Yep. Now I think it’s time I break up with him.”
Desiree was almost hysterical. “Isaias you can’t do that. What about the years of friendship? What about the band?”
Desiree slapped Owen on his arm. “Damn it Owen! Where’s Whitney?”
“In my room.”
“I’m gonna go talk to her. Please don’t fight anymore.”
“I’m leaving,” Isaias said, walking toward the front door.
“You can’t drive Isaias, you are drunk.”
“I’ll go sleep it off in my truck. Afterwards I’ll be looking for somewhere else to live.”
Desiree slapped Owen on his arm again. “Damn it Owen!”
Isaias walked out of the door and slammed it behind him. Desiree went down the hall to try and get Whitney to open the door. Owen just sat there in a daze. What just happened? He just told the truth, and he managed to be punched in the face by his best friend. He laid his head back on the couch, and fell asleep instantly. Desiree finally managed to get Whitney to open the door. Her eyes were red and she was still crying.
Desiree gave her a hug. “Honey, don’t cry. It’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
Whitney pulled away. “Well at least I don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen between us anymore.”
“No. Don’t give up.”
“You don’t understand how I feel right now, Desiree.”
“Maybe not. Why don’t you explain it to me honey.”
“Owen loves you so much he threw you a party just so he could ask you to marry him. Isaias would never do anything like that for me.”
“Okay now you’re delusional. Isaias would do anything in the world for you Whitney, and I know you know that.”
Whitney shrugged. “I used to think he would. That is until tonight. It seems I was right. I am just a trophy.”
“A trophy? I don’t understand.”
“A black woman on the arm of a wealthy white man. It’s not right, but people don’t like it Desiree. I wish I’d never gotten involved with him now.
“Before I got here, I had a plan. I knew exactly how my career was going to progress and everything. Isaias came into my life, and now I have no idea. I thought maybe one day I would marry him. But not now. Not ever.”
Desiree tipped her head to one side. “Is that your choice or his? Because you do have a right to do what you want, but I know that would not be his choice.”
“How do you know?”
“I may not have known him all of his life, but I’ve known him long enough to know he really does love you. I’ve watched him go through heartache after heartache over the years. I’ve seen him get so hurt by some of the women he dated, I thought he’d never date again. Not long before he met you, he was actually talking about trying to get back together with Victoria.”
“Really? What happened with that?”
“Somehow, Owen changed his mind.”
“Yeah and I’m glad. She would have ended up breaking his heart again anyway. But he met and fell in love with you. Don’t let old words break you two up. Yes, Owen was an ass for bringing it up anyway, but you know when he gets drunk, he can’t shut up for two seconds.”
Whitney shook her head. “I can’t do this anymore, Desiree. What else is he hiding from me? Granted I tried to keep Russell a secret, and I paid for it. I have been nothing but honest with Isaias since then. I have told him everything he ever wanted to know about me. Why can’t he do the same for me?”
“That I can’t answer. I just don’t want you to give up. If you do that, we will never get him back. Right now, you are his only link to Owen. I want them to be friends again. They’ve known each other since they were in the fifth grade for goodness sake.”
“Have they ever fought before?”
“Oh yeah, but that’s what friends do. It was usually over music though. I’ve never seen Isaias so angry. So angry in fact, he hit Owen.”
“Yeah. Right in his eye. So if you leave him now, there is no way of knowing what he will do next.”
“Well, thanks Desiree. I’ll think about it. I’m gonna get a little sleep.”
“Me too. If you want to talk I’ll be in Owen’s room.”
Desiree left the room and went to sleep herself. Five hours later, Isaias came back in the house to find Owen still on the couch. He went to his room, and Whitney was gone.
Still extremely angry, he started his normal routine to try to calm down. He was not only angry with Owen, but he was angry with himself for not telling Whitney everything from the beginning. He stopped short of making his usual phone call to Victoria. Instead, he noticed there was a message on the answering machine, so he listened.
It was Victoria.
Isaias, you’re probably at home, and just not answering the phone. I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you really cared for Whitney the way you do. I called her out of her name for one reason. I wanted to see your reaction. I however didn’t expect you to react the way you did. I really believe that you do love her, but I don’t want to lose your friendship. We have known each almost all of our lives. We’ve gotten angry at each other before, and we worked it out.
I don’t expect to hear from you, but I just wanted to apologize for everything, and I do mean that. So if you still don’t want to talk to me, I will understand. Loved you when, loved you since we were ten.
The message stopped. Isaias sat for thirty minutes trying to decide if he should call her or not. His angry ritual would not be complete without a phone call to Victoria. So he called her.
“Hi,” Isaias said quietly.
“Yeah. What’s up?”
“Did you get my message?”
“As long as you are sincere.”
“I am. I never meant to hurt you Isaias. I was just jealous that’s all.”
“You haven’t been hanging out with my mother have you? I know you have been talking to her. A lot.”
“After you left, she told me she couldn’t talk to me anymore.”
“I hope you’re not lying to me, Vic. You know I can call any one of my staff, and they will tell me everything.”
“You can call Isaac himself.”
Isaias paused for a long time. “I want to see you.”
Her heartbeat elevated. “You do?”
“I just want to talk. There can’t be anything else going on. Can you come?”
“I hear Miles playing. What’s going on Isaias?”
“Whitney and I had another fight. I will tell you all about it when you get here.”
“Certainly. I’ll be there soon.”
One hour later, Owen was gone from the couch and in bed with Desiree. Victoria rang doorbell. Isaias answered.
“Come in. Have a seat,” he said backing away from the door.
“What’s going on?”
“I failed to tell her more information about me. Owen got drunk and told her.”
“I know Owen wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.”
“It doesn’t matter what his intentions were. I’ve decided to move out and find a place of my own.”
“You’re moving out because Owen got drunk?”
“No, I’m angry at myself for not being honest with Whitney. It was bad enough she found out I was rich, but now more of my skeletons are out. I can’t do this anymore. I just want to be happy.”
“I thought you were happy.”
“I mean the way you and I were. We didn’t have any drama in our lives back then.”
“We were young honey. The only thing we had to worry about was to the next party.”
Isaias sat down. “I’m thinking of giving up everything, and just be an ordinary man. If I give up my money, I will have more in common with Whitney, and we can get married and move away from here.”
That was a word she didn’t want to hear. “Married?”
Isaias squinted. “Vic, you know how I feel about her. You had to know I would think about marrying her one day.”
Victoria was disappointed and scared at the same time. She didn’t want to lose Isaias for good. She feared if he married Whitney, she’d never see him again.
“That won’t change what we have right? I am still your friend.”
“No it won’t,” Isaias reassured her, “but you can’t be around me if you aren’t going to be her friend too.”
Isaias squinted. “If you say it what I think you’re going to say, you can leave now.”
“No, I was just going to say that I don’t know if I want to share you with her. I don’t care that she’s black. I only care about you.”
“That is a lie, Vic. You do care that she’s black.”
“Isaias please. I don’t want to fight with you.”
“You know what? If you do have the same feelings for her as my mother, I don’t care anymore. I will do what I need to do to be happy again. If that means that I graduate school and give up everything, I will.”
“But first you have to get her back.”
“And I suppose you have some idea on how I can do that?”
“Let me talk to her.”
“No,” Isaias said shaking his head.
“Come on, Isaias. I can clear up some things for her. Anything she wants to know, I will tell her. That way you won’t have to do it, and it will give me a chance to get to know her. After all, you used to love me. I can help her understand you.”
Isaias shook his head. “That’s relationship suicide, Vic. I can’t allow that.”
“How about if you are there with us? That way I won’t say anything that is taboo, or off limits or anything else you don’t want me to tell her.”
“You’re serious about this aren’t you?”
Victoria nodded. “I just want my best friend back. The way we were before. I will go to the ends of the earth to get that back.”
“Okay then it’s a deal. So now that we know what we want, how do we get Whitney to be on the same page?”
“Simple. We just go see her.”
“I don’t see why not. I’m here, and you’re ready to get her back, so now is perfect.”
“No. Two days. That will give her time to cool off so we can converse like civilized human beings.”
“You just let me know where, and I’ll be there.”
“I’ll call you.”
“I appreciate this, Isaias.”
“You’re welcome, Vic. Give me a hug.”
She walked across the room and hugged him around his neck.
“It’s good to have you back in my life, Vic. I missed you. I missed you a lot.”
“Like wise. Look honey, I better get home.”
Victoria started on the drive back home. Before she could get too far out of town, she called Charlotte on her cell phone as not to alert the rest of the house.
Charlotte picked up her phone and pushed the talk button. “This better be good.”
Victoria smiled. “I’m back in. All I have to do is befriend Whitney, and we can continue with our plan.”
“Maybe not. He’s talking about giving up everything so he can marry her.”
“You know it as well as I do, that can’t happen. When are you going to see him next?”
“Two days. Privately.”
“What do you have planned, Victoria?”
“Don’t worry. I have it under control. I will win his heart again, and he will know his son. I just have to move faster than I thought I would that’s all.”
“Keep me posted.”
Victoria made her way back home and was tired when she got there. Heath had been at home himself drinking and thinking about the love that he had for his son. Heath had waited almost four years for Victoria’s plan to happen. Jason was now three years old, and Heath was ready to act like a father. Sure enough, Victoria let him be a part of his life when Jason needed a male around, but it wasn’t enough for him. Heath wanted to show his son he loved him, and he wanted to tell Jason he was his real father. He got up from his couch and drove to see Victoria.
She was at home watching television, and there was an unexpected knock at the door. She looked out of the window and then opened the door.
“Where’s Jason?” Heath said, pushing his way in the door.
“Hello to you too, babe. Nice to see that you could stop by so unexpectedly,” she said, closing the door.
“Victoria, where is my son?”
“He’s at my parent’s house like always. What’s the matter with you?”
“I’m tired of playing this bullshit game. I want my son to be with me, and I don’t want some rich asshole to raise him.”
“We’re almost there honey. Please give this a little more time.”
“You don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing all this time? You have slept with Isaias Reynolds since we’ve been together. I put up with it because I was greedy. But no more. I love my son, and I want this shit to stop.”
“Okay, yes. I’ve slept with Isaias, but I had to be able to convince him and everyone else that Jason is his son right? Heath, please be patient. We’re almost there. Charlotte is so convinced that Jason is her grandson, she is determined not to let Whitney marry Isaias.”
“Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I don’t want him to raise my son. Not anymore. I don’t care how much money Jason stands to inherit. He is my son, and no one else’s.”
“Okay then, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to give up a multi-million dollar company so that you can be happy? What about Jason and myself?”
“He’s three, Vicki. He doesn’t know any better. You on the other hand don’t give a shit about either one of us. It’s about you and your precious Isaias. It’s always been about you. So you think Isaias is going to give up his black queen to be with you. I don’t think so. Hell if I’d met her I’d be fucking her too.”
Instinct took over, and Victoria raised her hand to slap Heath, but quickly found out she shouldn’t have. She instantly found herself back on the couch, her face stinging.
“Know this, Victoria. I love you. I really do. But this bullshit has to stop. If you don’t put a stop to it, I will. I want my son by my side. I don’t care how much money is at stake.”
Heath left her on the couch stunned. How would she continue with the plan? Although she did love Heath, nothing was going to stand in the way of her son and his millions. She would do what she had to do to ensure her son would live the same lifestyle she did.
After Victoria left Isaias, Isaias showered and went to the kitchen to fix something to eat. As he was making his snack, Owen came in the kitchen. He looked terrible. His eye was swollen, and starting to turn black. He was horribly hung over, and had no memory of the night before.
“Which one of those bastards hit me last night?” Owen asked.
Isaias didn’t say a word. He just kept on cooking.
Owen stood next to the stove and asked again. “Isaias man did you hear me? Who hit me?” Nothing. “Say man, what’s wrong with you?”
Isaias didn’t look up at Owen. He just continued to cook his eggs. “I hit you. So I guess you’ll have to fire me.” There was anger in his tone.
“You hit me? What for?”
“You don’t remember?”
“No. I was pretty drunk. What’d I do? It had to be pretty bad if you hit me.”
“Why don’t you ask Whitney? I’m sure she’ll tell you.”
“Okay then, where is she?”
“I don’t know,” Isaias said, putting his eggs on his plate next to his bacon.
“Did you have a fight?”
Isaias reached in the drawer, pulled out a fork, picked up his plate, went to the table, and sat down.
He looked up at Owen. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Oh and by the way, we can start auditioning drummers as soon as you’re ready.”
“For what? You’re the drummer.”
Not wanting to continue looking at Owen, Isaias grabbed his plate and went to his room to eat. Owen took some aspirin, and went to his room. Desiree was lying in bed watching television.
Still confused, Owen asked, “What the hell happened here last night? Why did Isaias punch me in the face?”
“Whitney broke up with him.”
Owen was confused. “She breaks up with him, and he hits me? Doesn’t make sense.”
“You broke them up dumb ass.”
“I broke them up. How?”
“With that big mouth of yours. You get pissy drunk, and you tell the world all that is stored in your head.”
“So now you’re mad at me too?”
“Okay. I obviously fucked up. Tell me what happened.”
Owen sat down in the chair in his room, and Desiree told him the whole story.
“…and then he walked out,” Desiree concluded.
“Owen, once we get married, you can’t drink like that anymore if that’s what you’re going to do.”
“Desi baby, I’m sorry.”
“You managed to hurt our two best friends with your mouth.”
Owen sighed. “What else do you want me to say? Let me know when you’re done beating up on me.”
Desiree swung her legs off the bed and sat up. “What the hell are you going to do now? He told me he’s quitting the band and he’s moving out. You have to apologize to him, Owen. You have to get him back. All of your dreams will be shattered if you let him leave.”
“I can’t make him drum for me if he doesn’t want to. He did tell me that he was quitting. I’ll get someone else.”
Desiree slapped her hand on the bed. “What is wrong with you people? Why is everyone always giving up on him? Victoria did it. Whitney’s trying to do it, and now you. Do you actually think he is going to make it without you?”
“He’ll be fine.”
“No, he won’t be fine. Neither one of you can take a shit without one another. Isaias is practically your brother.”
Owen now obviously upset that he did hurt his friends, allowed his anger to show. “What’s your point Desiree?” He yelled, loudly.
“It’s not only Isaias I’m worried about, it’s you honey. It’s you.”
“Yeah, so what do you want me to do?”
“You don’t know?” she asked, and waited for his answer. Owen didn’t respond. “I sit in different clubs night after night listening to you talk to the audience. You’re always saying how blessed you are to have good friends.”
“It’s part of the act, Desi.”
Desiree moved from the bed and knelt in front of Owen. “You don’t believe it? Well, you do have good friends. Why do you think you named your album Blood, Sweat, and Tears?”
“Because every human being in the world can relate to hard work.”
“True enough, but I think you named it that to show the world what you all went through just to get the album done.
“The three words that make up that title mean more than just hard work for both you and Isaias. Here’s how I see it. The blood is from the countless hours of you strumming your guitar so hard strings would snap and cut your fingers. The sweat is from Isaias sitting in that hot ass rehearsal studio for hours trying to get his part right. He did that for you. And the tears are from me. I wanted the world to know how much we loved each other so badly, I cried when you kept putting me off.”
“I guess I never thought about it like that, but you may be right. But you know as well as I do. There is no talking to him when he’s like this.”
“Well at least apologize to him. You can talk to him later. Just go and tell him you’re sorry,” Desiree said, standing up.
Owen shook his head. “He’s not gonna talk to me.”
“Please honey, just try.”
Owen got up and went down the hall. He knocked on Isaias’ room door. The door flew open, and scared Owen.
“May I help you?” Isaias asked, still angry.
“I know you don’t want to talk about it right now, but I just wanted to say I was sorry. It will never happen again.”
“I know it won’t,” Isaias said, slamming the door in Owen’s face.
Owen stood there for a moment and thought about he might lose his best friend for real. He didn’t know if he could handle it if he and Isaias weren’t friends anymore. He slowly made his way back to his room.
“Well, I did it.”
“What did he say?” Desiree asked.
“Nothing. He slammed the door in my face. This is serious isn’t it?”