by Michael Padbury

Created on: March 01, 2007   Last Updated: July 04, 2011

"This is a high school Friday night, remember?" Stefan stated as he withdrew a silver case from his front pocket, placed a neatly rolled spliff, and proceeded to light it, in one swift, effortless motion.

"What have you been up to?" he asked.

"Something new," Jon stated.

The two were infinitely close in high school, until life took it's course. They ran into each other coincidentally one Friday night. They were both in Toronto, for completely random reasons. They didn't need any other justification to hang out one last time.

They both had their assortment of indulgences in high school and hated the assumptions that came along with them.

Jon mimicked his best friend's movement and pulled a Cohiba from his breast pocket, and lit it with his flip-top lighter. The reflection from the glistening lighter struck Stefan square in his chest,. It was an eerie reflection, almost inexplicable considering the dim room they sat in. The light was reminiscent of high school, the light of hope. That someday they would realize their potential when they were still young. Luckily they had, and we living well, if not for their loneliness.

"Any women in your life?" Stefan asked as he exhaled the opaque smoke of his high school luxury.

Jon smiled, and furrowed his brow deep in thought. For a split-second he began to create an explanation for his romance. "There is this girl, she's  unbeautiful, fair-haired and petite. My feelings for her are that of a jack-in-the-box. She's nothing special, until you give her one final crank. He quickly followed this statement with a gust of smoke. His exhalation was full of smoke and mirrors however.

"She isn't going away, you had these type of girls in high school." Stefan declared and nodded for continual. He wasn't fooled by his friend's deceptive route off of the topic.

"I'd rather do nothing and believe that we'll be together, than actually do something and learn that we'll not. I don't want to see the bigger picture because I'm perfectly content with my small viewings." Jon completed the thought, hoping that Stefan would believe the words he just uttered.

"What have you been up to?" Jon buzzed.

"I'm currently waiting to die, but I haven't got any call-backs yet. Tell me what I should do with my life, because that itself is such a hypocrisy. I live life until life lives me to death." His face told the real story. It was like an author explaining his life's work to you.

Jon smiled, and nodded in appreciation of his friends philosophical

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