Post by JAMES WILLIAM HOPKINS on Jan 28, 2011 1:18:45 GMT 6
James wasn’t even sure where he was going. Mackenzie had given him very vague directions to Kona’s house, and he felt like an idiot in his car with no shirt and a pocket knife. He had a shirt in the back seat but he doubted that Kona would let him take it with him. From the sounds of things she was taking him to Cirque du Soleil on crack with alcohol. The more he thought about the whole thing, the crazier it seemed. If someone told him that he was going to a ridiculous party with Kona, as a test, and he was going to get eaten alive a few months ago he would have thought they were a lunatic. And laughed, he would have laughed in hysterics. James played it safe. It was just how he was. He was the friend that taped everything, that got every adventure in a snapshot. He wasn’t the friend that really participated, and yet here he was.
As he pulled up to the house he prayed was Kona’s he didn’t know whether or not to get out of the car. He texted her quickly saying, “it’s james, im here”, and hoped that she would come out of the door in front of him. He wondered what he was getting himself into, if he had actually bitten off more than he could chew. However, if James put the situation under a microscope things would just look worse for him. He looked in the rearview mirror at his face and let out a huff. He kind of looked like he was sleep deprived. He wasn’t embarrassed of his body or anything, swimming had given him muscle, but his hair was a bit messy for his taste. James tried to fix it but after a while he just gave up. Pretty soon he’d be entering the unknown anyways.
"Someone pray for me" he mumbled inside his empty car.
[/size]As he pulled up to the house he prayed was Kona’s he didn’t know whether or not to get out of the car. He texted her quickly saying, “it’s james, im here”, and hoped that she would come out of the door in front of him. He wondered what he was getting himself into, if he had actually bitten off more than he could chew. However, if James put the situation under a microscope things would just look worse for him. He looked in the rearview mirror at his face and let out a huff. He kind of looked like he was sleep deprived. He wasn’t embarrassed of his body or anything, swimming had given him muscle, but his hair was a bit messy for his taste. James tried to fix it but after a while he just gave up. Pretty soon he’d be entering the unknown anyways.
"Someone pray for me" he mumbled inside his empty car.