The "Something" Series: Season 2

Something Behind the City of Dreams: A Monologue.

“Will you ever find me, Jamie?” Grace said as she ran playfully through the busy streets of New York City. I tried to navigate towards the people slowly walking through the sidewalk, frantically trying to keep up with Grace.

“Grace?” I call out for her. I don’t hear her voice anymore, only the busy chatter and car horns that surround the city life. I stand in the middle of the street, circling around and trying to find Grace. I yell out her name at the top of my lungs, and I still feel like it’s too loud for me to be heard.

I wake up in a puddle of my own sweat. My neck is drenched, and my throat is dry. I look at the clock on my nightstand, which reads 7AM. I take in a deep sigh and get out of bed, walking towards the kitchen.

When I walk into the kitchen, Shawn and Kevin are surprisingly up, eating a quick breakfast and drinking coffee. Shawn turns around from the stove to see Jamie.

“Look who finally decided to wake up!” Shawn teases. I go and sit next to Kevin on the island.

“Ya,” I said, half awake. “You’re never awake this early. What’s the sudden change?”

“We have plans today,” Kevin responded back. “So I forced him up to make breakfast and get himself together.”

Shawn places a mug filled with coffee in front of Jamie, who then proceeds to prepare it how he likes it.

“Oh? Where are you guys going?” I asked.

“What do you mean? You’re coming with us, Hyung,” Kevin answered. I looked over at Kevin, clearly confused.

“What?” I take a sip of the coffee. I place it down quickly. Shawn always makes the coffee a bit too bitter, but knowing that he’s up this early; I understand why.

“Yeah, you don’t think you’re exempt from doing all the cool things while we’re here, right?” Kevin honestly asked, which made Shawn laugh. Kevin doesn’t even react, he just keeps typing on his phone, possibly to his girlfriend.

“So, where would you thinking of going?” I said, sipping the bitter coffee. I placed it down after having a couple of sips; it was waking me up in ways I didn’t know I could be woken up.

“To the pier! It’s not going to be that hot today so we were going to the pier and the beach!” Shawn said, excited. Kevin finally places his phone down, looking at us for the first time since being in here. I look at him.

“How’s Joo-Ah?” I asked. Kevin’s face flashed red. That man is in love. It must be nice to have that going for him. Kevin nods his head before speaking.

“She’s doing well. Joo-Ah and my family went out to dinner tonight,” Kevin said, smiling for the first time today. I smiled back at him.

“That’s good that she can be with your family while you’re here,” I reassured him. Shawn turns around to face us opposite of the island.

“Kevin’s gonna marry her,” Shawn teased in English.

“Hyung!” Kevin called out. Shawn starts to laugh and Kevin’s face flashes red once again. I shake my head and get off the barstool to walk out of the kitchen.

“Well, if we’re all going out together, then you both better be ready by the time I am,” I said as I walked towards back towards my room.

I entered my room and go through the dresser draws to pick out today’s outfit. The Jamie that first came to the states would not understand why I now own a pair of blue, distressed jeans and floral button-down camper shirts.

“You don’t own a pair of blue jeans?” Grace asked as she went through my closet one night. I leaned against the doorframe of my bedroom with my arms crossed across my chest.

“I have no reason to own a pair,” I responded back. Grace scrolls through the hangers of all my bottoms, which were more so slacks and trousers. She turns around and looks at me, completely at awe.

“Jamie,” she simply said.

“What?!” I couldn’t help but laugh at Grace and how serious she looked.

“You’re too fine to just be giving us business casual all the time,” Grace admitted. Her honesty made my face flash red. She walked towards me and runs her fingers through my blonde hair. “Even the most successful people have to let their hair down and let loose.” I couldn’t help but smile down at her.

“Are you telling me that our night date has to be just casual wear?” I teased back.

“Casual wear for the evening, and nothing after hours,” Grace playfully responded. I laughed out loud, always amazed at what words come out of this spunky woman’s mouth.

I put on the distressed blue jeans and floral camper shirt. Reaching in my top drawer for my sunglasses, I come across the bracelet that Grace got for me for Christmas… the first time I was in New York City. I don’t wear it as much as I used to, but I also can’t find myself leaving behind in Korea, or anywhere for that matter. I felt like I had to bring with me no matter where I went.

I have it out of the satin pouch and hold it up. It was a simple silver chain with a clasp at the ends. I place it around my wrist, deciding that today I would take it around; take her around the pier. I know she would’ve loved it.

Black Sheep in Society.

A Black Sheep Pity Party: A Scene.

Rosie walks into the bookstore early in the morning to start her workday. She sighs loudly as she goes towards the lockers to put her stuff down. She takes out her phone from her pocket to check it once more before she puts it on silent for the work day. Nothing from Micah.

Rosie’s co-worker, Natasha, is seen walking into the back room to place her stuff down.

Natasha: Hey Rosie.

Rosie: Hey, Nat; did Simon ever tell us what to do with the expired shit back here?

Natasha: Nope, and we’re going to keep it that way until one of the guys comes in to work.

The girls laugh as they get ready for their day shift.

Natasha: Dude, you know that guy that comes into the store whenever you’re in?

Rosie: *confused* Who?

Natasha: You know, that guy with the huge instrument case on his back? Brown-skinned with dreads?

Rosie realizes Natasha is talking about Micah, but is still so confused as in why she’s bringing him up.

Rosie: What about him?

Natasha: I didn’t even know he was dating a celebrity! Like what is someone like him coming to college for? He’s with a famous person…

Rosie turns around and puts her nametag around her neck. She looks uncomfortable as Natasha talks about Micah.

Rosie: Ain’t nothing wrong with still getting your degree though…

Natasha: Yeah, but not when you’re dating the up and coming actress like Kalia Holder!

Rosie rolls her eyes at the name; Natasha notices.

Natasha: Oh? You like him or something?

Rosie: No, it’s just that people go crazy over Joel Holder’s daughter and think she’s talented when really she’s rich because of her dad… *realizes* Wait, how do you know he’s dating her?

Natasha: *laughs* He was; TMZ announced that they broke up or something. They saw him at some club with some chicks the other night. *dumbfounded* Like how are you gonna cheat on a celebrity with some nobodies–

Rosie’s eyes widen; she now knows why MIcah has been missing in action. The girls manager comes from the outside door and let them know that the store is opening in a couple of minutes. Natasha walks out of the break room, but Rosie stays there for another minute or too. She takes her phone out of her pocket and looks online. The news is true; there’s pictures of Micah around groups of girls in a club somewhere in the city.

Rosie: *to herself* He’s not even 21 yet, the fuck is he doing at a club?

Rosie hears her manager looking for her outside of the break room. She puts her phone in her pocket and rushes out to the storefront to start her work day.

During her lunch break, Rosie goes to sit in the cafeteria where the other college students sit and enjoy their breaks in between their classes. She takes out her phone to look at more articles about Micah’s sighting:

Kalia Holder's Beau Out With Other Women Days After Kalia's Movie Debut Announced: Is There Trouble in Paradise?

Rosie is in shock and is furious that Micah would ignore his responsibilities to go out with some dumb broads. She places her phone on the table and sighs. She looks around the cafeteria until she notices the two people she’s been trying to bump into. Once she sees the two people sit down, she gathers her things and walks towards their table.

She slowly walks towards the table in which the two people look up at the approaching person. Rosie stops at the end of the table.

Rosie: Hey… Uhm, were you two at the Oxygen Lounge a couple of weeks ago?

The two people, Dani and Tanner, wonder what Rosie is getting at.

Dani: Maybe?

Rosie: Are you not Micah’s friends?

Dani and Tanner look at each other and then back at Rosie.

Dani: Look, Micah doesn’t need groupies

Rosie: *annoyed* I’m not a “groupie”, I’m one of his classmates that keeps lying for him since he hasn’t been in class for weeks already. Our professor is threatening to fail him. I just want to know where I could find him since he disappeared from the face of the earth.

Rosie gets ready to turn away from the two friends, until Dani says something back.

Dani: Sorry, I didn’t mean to bark on you like that.

Rosie looks back at the two friends. Dani sighs and continues with her response.

Dani: It’s just that, we didn’t know what was going on with Micah until we saw the headlines today. But other than that, we haven’t been able to get a hold of him as well.

Rosie nods her head and walks away. Tanner is now the one to say something.

Tanner: Have you heard from him?

Rosie: *turns around* I haven’t.

Nothing else is said, and Rosie walks away from the couple. She leaves the building and stands outside. She’s thinking hard about where the hell could Micah be. She shuts her eyes tightly and then opens them up again. She takes out her phone and types on her phone.

Rosie: Hey Nat, I'm not feeling good. Tell Gabs I'm leaving early.

She sends the text and runs off towards the exit of campus.

Rosie opens the door to the trendy milkshake spot in Brooklyn; the one where Micah took her to a couple of months ago. She looks around and takes a seat at one of the tables. She looks down at her phone, wanting to know more about Micah’s night out. She scrolls down and sees a related article that grabs her attention.

Kalia Holder calls relationship off; says her "career is my only focus right now".

Rosie: Are you fucking serious?

Rosie continues to keep reading the article, growing more and more furious at what the article is talking about. A moment later, a waiter comes up to Rosie’s table, immediately looking up when she hears their voice.

Waiter: Peanut Butter Cup Swirl Milkshake?

Rosie: *surprised* Yeah… How’d you know?

Waiter: Only you and Salem buy them–

The waiter walks away, leaving Rosie confused.

Rosie: Salem? *light bulb* Oh; Micah’s stage name…

Rosie turns her head when she hears commotion towards the entrance of the place. Her eyes widen when she sees it’s Micah bumping into tables, apologizing for doing so. Micah walks up to the counter; Rosie gets up and walks towards the counter to confront Micah.

Rosie: What the fuck, Micah?

Micah: *defensive* Now your publicity is following me too– *turns around* Rosie?

Rosie: *annoyed* Yeah, hi! Remember me? Your friend?

Micah turns back around and rolls his eyes, now talking to the person at the counter. Rosie looks at the guy behind the counter, scrambling through a couple of zip-lock bags. She looks at Micah.

Micah: Hey bro, can I get a–

Rosie pulls Micah away from the counter; Micah is taken off-gaurd.

Micah: Yo, what the fuck–

Rosie: Here; just take mine, asshole.

Rosie hands over her milkshake to Micah and walks out of the place with him. Once they are outside, Rosie lets go of Micah.

Micah: What are you even doing here anyway?

Rosie: What are you doing buying drugs behind some sketch guy? Is this why it’s your favorite spot too? You can just get drugs and shit–

Micah: Why the fuck do you care anyway? Just leave me alone, Rosie…

Micah continues to walk away from Rosie until she runs up to him, stopping him in his tracks.

Rosie: Why? So you can shoot up whatever drugs you take to feel better about yourself?

Micah: It’s fucking weed, Rosie; it’s not coke.

Rosie: *angry* I don’t give a fuck if it’s heroin! You’re fucking skipping school and ignoring your friends to smoke some trash weed from a guy that probably smokes half the dime before selling it?

Micah rolls his eyes and instead takes out a cigarette from his pocket. He lights it up.

Micah: *sarcastically* Oh, but it’s cool to smoke a cigarette? No bitching about me smoking a cigarette?

Rosie: *ignores* Where the fuck have you been?

Micah: Don’t worry about it.

Rosie: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You literally haven’t been to class in almost a month, you haven’t been answering my messages or calls; like what the fuck was I suppose to think?

Micah: I don’t know, maybe I didn’t want to be bothered?

Rosie: *yells* That’s not the fucking point, dickhead! You really had me out there thinking something terrible happened when all it really was is you and your girlfriend broke up.

Micah: You don’t fucking get it, Rosie! You don’t fucking know a thing about me or what my relationship was.

Micah attempts to walk away from Rosie, but she stops him once again. He begins to get furious at Rosie.

Micah: Ima need you to leave me the fuck alone.

Rosie: And ima need you to pick your balls off the floor and get over yourself.

Micah: Fuck off, Rosie.

Rosie: You know you were in the headlines last night, right? They caught you at the club with some random hoes. You know, you want to become this big-time music producer and are already turning your image into shit because some girl who doesn’t care about you called things off.

Micah: How do you know I wasn’t the one that called things off? I mean, I was the one at the club with other girls.

Rosie: Because you would’ve left that bitch when she stopped caring about you and the relationship a long time ago.

Micah shoves Rosie away from his path and continues walking away. Rosie catches up with Micah and grabs him for him to only turn around and fight back. She pushes Rosie against the brick wall of the building, holding her up by the collar of her sweater. He immediately lets her go, regretting what he did. Rosie is in shock as she straightens herself out.

Rosie: Fuck you, Micah! You only care about the things and people that don’t care about you back, and then expect a fucking pity party when they hurt you!

Micah: Roe–

Rosie walks away from Micah; he doesn’t go after her.

The "Something" Series: Season 2

A Little Something in Cali: A Monologue.

A couple of years ago, I visited California as a vacation spot. I still remember getting away from Southeast Asia and coming to the west to experience more than just what surrounds Korea. I was dating Seohyun at the time, in which I remember her telling me that nothing good ever comes out of going overseas. I told her everything was going to be okay and that I needed to go on this trip for myself. It wasn’t until shortly after I came back from my vacation that she broke up with me. Maybe she was right all along; nothing good ever comes out of America.

I turn my back once I realize that the door of the room I was staying in was being knocked on. I walked over and opened it to see Shawn, who walks in and looks around my room.

“Whoa, you have the best room in the house,” Shawn said. Kevin and Shawn decided that for our guy’s trip, we would rent a house for the summer instead of constantly checking in and out of hotels. I didn’t mind since it saves me money in the long run. I smiled and crossed my arms onto my chest.

“Well, this was my birthday gift from you two after all,” I teased. Shawn rolled his eyes as Kevin knocked on the front door and let himself in.

“Hyung,” Kevin called out. I raised my eyebrows at him, listening to what he needed to say. “How do you call someone in Korea while you’re overseas? What time is it anyway in Korea?” I couldn’t help but laugh and tease the maknae of our friend group.

“Aww, is Kevin already missing his girlfriend?” I said in a sing-song tone. He pinned his eyes on me which felt more like darts. I started to laugh even louder, in which Kevin’s face began turning red.

“Hajima~” Kevin whined. “I wanted to let Joo-ah know that I landed safely.” Shawn runs over to Kevin to pinch his cheeks out of cuteness. The two men begin to play fight in the middle of my room.

“Ya, that’s enough,” I shouted at the men. “If anything breaks while we are here, you’ll be the ones who will pay for it.” Shawn and Kevin stop fighting, and respectively begin to show themselves out of my room.

“Get some rest, Hyung, we got plans to do some exploring in the city,” Shawn said. He left the room before Kevin did. He randomly stood near the door as if he still had a lot going on in his mind.

“You’re okay, Kevin?” I asked.

“Is this how you felt when you were away from–” Kevin stopped. Kevin doesn’t seem to force me to talk about things like he used to. In a way, I’m glad Joo-ah is in his life. It keeps him busy with his own personal life.

“Yeah.” I simply answered. He didn’t push me further to talk, which I’m thankful for. He simply nodded his head and left my room.

Once the door closed, I immediately went to lay in bed. I don’t remember the jet lag being as bad as it was this time. Maybe it was just my age coming to play, or maybe I was actually excited to leave Korea and go to the west. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my mind down and allow my tired body to drift to sleep.

“Jamie,” a whisper lingered through my ear as my body began to wake up. I opened my eyes and look to my right to see her laying there, smiling when she sees me awake.

“Jagiya,” I playfully whined and covered my head with the comforter. She rips it off and begins to run her fingers through my hair. “Can’t we stay in bed for a little longer?”

“The more time we stay here, the less time we have together,” she answered. I sat up from the bed and look at her.

“It’s not like you’ll run away from New York and we’ll never see each other again,” I said. She laughed and cupped my face with her hands.

“Only if you don’t come looking for me,” she said in a cynical tone.

I wake up and immediately need to catch my breath. I touch my neck which is drenched in sweat. I look at the time on my phone, and it reads 5am. I sighed and rubbed my eyes before laying back down in bed and staring up at the ceiling. I don’t remember when these dreams began, but they would happen every once and awhile in the couple of months I was back in Korea. Maybe they’re more intense ow considering I’m back in America. She’s not here, Jamie. She’s…

That’s the thing. I didn’t know where she was. A couple of weeks after arriving to Korea, I tried to get in contact with Ari to ask her if she had any updates on Grace. She didn’t, but I also didn’t expect her to tell me anything if she knew where Grace was. After awhile, I had no choice but to give up. I knew what it was like to disappear from your home without anyone really knowing; if you don’t want to be found, you tell no one.

Even if they still think you’re the absolute world.

It was no point trying to go back to bed, so instead I picked my phone from the night stand and did a quick search of any nearby coffee shops that were open at this time.

“Beanie’s Cafe?” I read the first available shop open. It still surprised me to see places that are open 24 hours in other countries. I get up from my bed and begin to throw on my outfit for the day. Knowing that today was going to be really hot, I tried to dress coolly… shorts.

I walked out of my room and into the common area to see if Shawn or Kevin were up yet.

“Ya,” I called out. “Anyone want to take a walk with me to a coffee shop?” There was no reply. I shook my head, not surprised that these guys can sleep anywhere and forever. I gave up, put my shoes on, and walked out of the door.

Walking down the streets of California, I can’t help but think back when I was vacationing here. I smiled, thinking about how I carried around that damn Korean-to-English dictionary trying to communicate with anyone. To come and think about it, I wonder where that little book is anyway; I might’ve thrown it away in frustration when I kept failing at communicating for all I know. You know, that might actually have happened.

“You threw away your dictionary?” Seohyun said over the phone. She sound more concerned, even though I told her it was funny.

“I did. No one could understand me behind my accent,” I explained. The joke didn’t feel as joke-like anymore. Seohyun always knew when to take things too seriously and ruined jokes because of it.

“Jaemin,” Seohyun started. “You’re in a foreign country, and you can’t rely on the little English that you know!”

“Seohyun-ah~” I tried to not sound as annoyed as I was, but she was making me feel somewhat incompetent. “I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you’re lost in the middle of America,” Seohyun bluntly stated. “I told you nothing comes good out of traveling that far.”

I got to the coffee shop shortly after I left the house. The shop wasn’t anything too fancy; it was just a little cozy coffee shop; one that people go to do their work or students who are studying. It definitely reminded me of New York City, and I immediately felt too uneasy to stay there any longer. Ya, you can’t just let New York ruin every place in America for you. I still vote against it. I left the cafe without getting anything.

Is this how the rest of the trip is going to be like?

Black Sheep in Society.

Black Sheep’s Whereabouts: A Scene.

The class before Rosie walks out of the classroom. As she waits to walk into her classroom, she looks around her other classmates. Micah is nowhere to be found once again. Once the other class clears out, she and her classmates enter the room to officially begin their class for the day: Art History.

Rosie sits in her seat, looking ahead of her to where Micah’s seat is. It’s been empty for the last two classes, and she has no idea where the hell he could be. She takes out her phone from her sweater pocket and opens up her messages with Micah.

Rosie: Micah I swear to God if you don't answer me I'm going to rip your throat out. Where the fuck are you?

The professor walks into the classroom and begins the lecture by taking attendance.

Professor: Okay, let’s see who we got in today… *flips attendance book* Amanda Abrams? Joseph Benito? Zoe Davis?

Each of her classmates raises their hand as their name gets called.

Professor: Rosie Delgado?

Rosie looks up from her phone and quickly raises her hand. She immediately goes back to sending Micah another text message.

Rosie: We have a fucking midterm coming up and you're just gonna not come to class anymore? What's going on with you, man?

Professor: Amina Izizberry? Micah Kamalani?

No answer. The professor looks up towards the class and sees the empty seat where Micah would usually sit. He grows frustrated.

Professor: Has anyone spoken to Micah lately? Does anyone know what’s going on with him?

At first, Rosie doesn’t say anything. The professor sighs.

Professor: Well if anyone does speak to him, please let him know he’s two classes away from unofficially withdrawing and should make an effort to come to class–

Rosie: He had surgery!

The class turns in their seats and looks at Rosie.

Professor: Surgery?

Rosie: Yeah. He, uhm… got into a car accident and had to get surgery on his… leg.

Professor: Oh my, I’m sorry to hear that. Send Micah our best wishes and we hope to see him soon. In the meantime Ms. Delgado, can you share your class notes with him? He has missed a lot of work since he was last in class.

Rosie: No problem, Professor.

The professor continues with the attendance and everyone stops looking at Rosie. She lets out a deep sigh of relief, seriously pissed at Micah.

Rosie walks out of her building, looking at her phone to see if Micah wrote her back while she was in class; nothing. She lets out a frustrating sigh until something rings in her bookbag. She pulls out a second phone and picks up the call.

Rosie: Hey, everything alright?

Rosie looks around while she talks on the phone. She notices the two other people that were at Micah’s gig a couple of weeks ago. She begins to walk over to them but stops midway when she sees who she’s talking to in person. It’s Prescott. Rosie hangs up the phone and walks toward Prescott’s car. She wraps her hair up and puts on a hat before she reaches him.

Rosie: What are you doing here?

Prescott: I couldn’t wait for you to come by, so I decided to come and get you.

Prescott grabs Rosie by her backside to bring her closer to him. Rosie smiles at the gesture.

Rosie: Are you really asking for it right now? What about your parents?

Prescott: Out of town until tomorrow morning.

Rosie: How much are we talking?

Prescott: *thinks* Hmm… Rent and some spending money?

Rosie: *excited* Okay!

Prescott smiles and walks back to the driver’s side of the car. Rosie happily goes toward the passenger’s side and gets into the car with him. They drive off and away from the campus.

Rosie lays naked on a California King Bed in a penthouse suite in the city. She rolls in between the bed sheets and grabs her phone from her jean pocket. She scrolls through her phone to see if she got any messages from Micah: nothing. She tries to look him up on social media to see if he’s been active, but that lead comes out empty. She decides to go through his friends list on Instagram in hopes to see if the two friends she saw on campus are on his page. She panics when she hears Prescott coming back into the bedroom. She throws her phone back to where her clothes are.

Prescott: You want anything to eat or drink? The chef is coming in about an hour.

Rosie: The beef wellington was amazing last time, do you think we could have that again?

Prescott: *disinterested* I was thinking of something fast; the wellington is too time consuming.

Rosie: I mean, we have the time, right? Your parents aren’t coming back until tomorrow morning.

Prescott doesn’t say anything back. Rosie nods her head.

Rosie: You don’t want me to stay the night, huh?

Prescott: It’s not that, it’s just– I had other plans for this evening. I figured you had to get ready for work tomorrow and class–

Rosie: Yeah, but I could’ve gone home before work and do that before I left tomorrow morning. *upset* It’s whatever…

Prescott grabs Rosie before she is able to leave out of the bed. Rosie stops and completely melts in his arms.

Prescott: Please, stay. I really wanted to see you before I get swarmed with business stuff tonight. At least stay for some dinner. I will get Diego to drive you home later.

Rosie sighs and then smiles back at Prescott.

Rosie: Of course I’ll stay.

The "Something" Series: Season 2

“saeng-Something-hamnida”: A Monologue.

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I laughed out loud watching Shawn and Kevin bring out the birthday cake from the kitchen. The birthday cake had cute tiny teddy bears on it; the cake was suitable for a 12-year-old child more than a 32-year-old man. I smile though, watching my two friends carry this cake to the table and sing happy birthday to me.

I can’t believe another year has passed by. It was not too long ago when I even turned 30, yet here I am, two years into these 30’s. Things have been strangely different these last couple of months. For one. Spring has begun, and the leaves on the trees are starting to show on the branches. The flowers are blooming in every grassy area in the city, and I’ve been back in Korea for about 3 months now. Speaking nothing but Korean for the last couple of months has made me worried that perhaps my English isn’t so good anymore. Every now and then, I try to talk English to those around me, even though they don’t understand what I am saying. The firm’s been good. Minor cases here and there for the most part; I’m glad that they’ve been this way. I’m starting to realize that I’ve been a prosecutor for almost a decade and while I enjoy it and love my job, I can feel myself getting tired and burned out. Men my age have families, wives, lives that they help take care of. Men who are lawyers seem to not have that, or maybe it’s just me.

Shawn will probably never have a serious girlfriend; he gets too distracted and his attention span is pretty much non-existent. Shawn, while great at keeping focused on his job and able to crack the cases in his unique way, seems to think life is about just living it for yourself. His ideology is his own, and as a friend, I have to respect it. Kevin on the other hand is currently in a relationship. She’s a program manager for a small company in Incheon; whenever Kevin isn’t in Seoul, he pretty much spends his time with her. I’m glad though; someone was able to finally get Kevin to let loose a little and settle with a woman.

As for me, I’ve been keeping myself busy being with my family on most of my off-days. My eldest sister, Mina, is pregnant with her third child; her husband is hoping this one is a boy after having two girls, my nieces Aerin and Aejeong. Lia is prepping her wedding with her fiance, which is exciting for my sisters and mother. For me, I just tag along to these wine tastings since Lia knows I know my wine quite well… although there were times my face turned as red as a tomato afterward. My family seemed happy that I was back home. They felt like I was more a part of the family than I have been in the last couple of years. I guess that really put a toll on my family; not having their youngest brother and only son in the same country with them for months on end.

“Hyung, blow out the candles! They’re melting!” Shawn shouted. I snapped back to reality and blew out the candles on the cake. They placed the cake on the table and clapped their hands in celebration.

“Ya, you guys didn’t have to do this,” I humbly stated. Shawn and Kevin both sucked their teeth, not wanting to hear what I had to say.

“Birthdays are important, hyung, we aren’t getting any younger,” Kevin stated. I side-eyed him when he said that. This is coming from the 28-year-old himself. I nodded my head, agreeing with what he said.

“Well nevertheless, I appreciate you guys going through this trouble,” I said. Shawn and Kevin don’t say or do anything. They just look at each other with their hands crossed behind their backs. I raised an eyebrow. “Is there something else you need to tell me?” I said, now curious. Shawn grinned from ear-to-ear, wanting to spill whatever he was hiding from me, but Kevin kept shushing him and calming him down. Kevin was the one to finally speak up.

“Hyung and I got you a gift,” Kevin stated. I didn’t understand what the fuss was about for a gift. I look at them both, waiting for one of them to say more.

“We figured another blazer wouldn’t cut it,” Shawn said as he reached for his bag.

“Ah, thank you for sparing me another blazer in my closet,” I teased. Kevin rolled his eyes and looked at Shawn, who finally skips over with the gift in his hand. He hands it to me and before I could even open up the envelope, Shawn stops me.

“Ah, hyung! We hope you really like this!” Shawn said; the grin never leaving his face. I open the envelope and pull out a little booklet. I open it up to see boarding passes. I look up to the guys, confused and concerned.

“What? What is this?” I asked. I read the ticket in which said “Incheon, SK -> Santa Monica, California (USA)” I widen my eyes and looked back up at Shawn and Kevin.

“Surprise! We’re going to California!” both Shawn and Kevin said. I was so confused. I didn’t have any words to say.

“We wanted to take the summer off and do a guy’s trip to America,” Kevin started. “We picked California because, well, you went on vacation there once anyway–“

“And it’s not New York,” Shawn added. Kevin gives Shawn the side-eye; I already knew why.

“Ya, this is a great gift, but…” I begin to say. To be honest, I was nervous about going back to America. Sure, this time I would be as far away from New York City as possible, but something felt weird about this vacation. “… I don’t know if going to America is a good idea.”

“What” Shawn responded first. Kevin quickly did afterward.

“Hyung, this is a vacation in a place where you haven’t been in years. This isn’t business, and this isn’t a situation where you’ll be staying in America. We’re just going for the summer.”

“And you’re just willing to leave your girlfriend in Korea for the summer?” I asked Kevin. He looked nervous, but of course, he had an answer.

“She’s actually spending the summer with my family,” I widened my eyes in shock; so did Shawn.

“You know that’s pretty much like a marriage, right?” Shawn said. Kevin smiled and then immediately gained his composure. He brought the attention back to me.

“Hyung,” Kevin started. “I think this would be a great trip for us. I think this really might be one of the last trips we get to take before… well before things change.” I didn’t know what he meant by that, but perhaps he meant that he was going to take the relationship to another level with his girlfriend. I couldn’t help but smile, but still ponder the possibility of going back to America. But, maybe this is what I needed to fall in love with the country once again. Maybe this is what I need to explore and have fun for the first time in a long time. My family was doing alright, and like Kevin said: it’s a vacation, which means we’ll come back home.

I took a deep breath and looked at the guys. “Well,” I started to say. “I guess we’re going to America this summer.”

Black Sheep in Society.

A Black Sheep’s Broken Heart: A Scene.

The couple sits at the table in the restaurant, enjoying the first course of their 3-course meal for the night. Kalia looks at the gift bag next to Micah, which she questions him about.

Kalia: What’s in the bag?

Micah: *nervous* Oh, uhm… it’s not much, so I’m sorry it’s so–

Kalia looks into the bag as Micah hands it over to her. She quickly opens the bag and takes out the two gift items; she looks confused at first.

Kalia: These are… cute!

Micah: You don’t have to lie. You just got me a motorcycle and I got you some poetry book and plushie.

Kalia: I will cherish these gifts, Micah. I love them; thank you.

Micah smiles and continues to eat. Shortly after, the second meal, the main course, is served to the couple.

Micah: This dinner will literally keep me full for the next 2 years, I swear.

Kalia: *laughs* The food is out of this world.

As Micah continues to eat, Kalia takes a deep breath and looks at Micah.

Micah: So, I was thinking for my 21st birthday, we can go on a vacation together.

Kalia: A vacation?

Micah: Yeah! I was thinking maybe we can go to Florida. Universal Studios would be so fun! Plus we can hit up all the bars in the area since I’ll be able to drink…

Kalia: Oh, I didn’t know that you wanted to go somewhere for your birthday; I could’ve planned something in advance.

Micah: Well, we have like 6 months until then. We can make something happen!

Kalia: Yeah…

Micah looks back up at Kalia. He notices she hasn’t touched her food.

Micah: Are you not hungry?

Kalia looks down at her plate. She picks up her fork.

Kalia: Yeah, yeah; don’t worry about me!

Micah’s concern arises even more.

Micah: Babe? Is everything alright?

Kalia: Yeah?

Micah: Are you sure? You seem a little… disconnected.

Kalia: *offended* What does that mean? I mean I’m here with you.

Micah: *taken back* I’m just wondering if you’re feeling alright…

Kalia takes a deep breath and places her fork back onto her plate.

Kalia: I can’t just hide this in…

Kalia looks back up and smiles wide.

Kalia: I got cast in my first full-length feature film!

Micah smiles wide and congratulates Kalia.

Micah: Babe! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! This is big news!

Kalia: I know, I know… I start filming for it in 2 weeks.

Micah: Wow, that’s so soon… but you’re a professional; you’ll be great.

Micah takes a sip of his drink.

Micah: Is the filming happening here in New York?

Kalia: About that…

Micah looks back up and places his drink down on the table. He’s waiting for Kalia to say something.

Kalia: The filming is back in Sweden.

Micah: *eyes widen* Sweden?!

Kalia: The film is set in Sweden during the cold winter… my father and I are cast in the movie so we would be going together–

Micah: Going?! Wait are you actually considering going to Sweden?

Kalia: Micah, this is the one chance to make my name out of something. This is my one shot to become the actress I want to become.

Micah: You couldn’t find something here, like broadway or something?!

Kalia: I’m sorry, Micah…

Micah is dumbfounded. He folds his arms across his chest, looking directly at Kalia.

Micah: It was your dad, right? He told you to take this job?

Kalia: What? Micah, you’re talking crazy–

Micah: You didn’t even talk to me about this though! How do you think I feel about you just packing your life to go film in Sweden?!

Kalia: I understand, Micah, but–

Micah: How would you feel if I just told you, “hey! I’m DJing for a producer in a foreign country!” without seeing how you felt about it?

Kalia: I would be happy for you! I would only want the best for you and your career, and I was hoping you’d be happy for me!

Micah: How can I be happy for you if I never knew you were even auditioning for this? Kal, this is the first time we’re actually on a date with each other, and you decide this was the right time to tell me you’re leaving? *points towards the outside* Did you get me the motorcycle to lessen this blow or something?

Kalia: *defensive* I got it for you because you’ve been wanting it!

Micah: You don’t gift a whole ass motorcycle! You gift like a watch or something… *points at the plushie and poetry book* Or something like that!

Kalia: I’m sorry, but you should know how much this means to me. I really thought you would be understanding.

Micah: That’s all I’ve been has been understanding though! Kalia, I know that your career means a lot to you, and I signed up for all those days when you were busy working towards that. But where do I draw the line? Having to drop everything I’m doing because you’re finally free? Saying you’ll be at my important gigs but then show up hours late to them? Anything that’s important to you, I’m expected to be there and supportive and there with open arms, but when it’s something important to me, it’s meeting this and audition that!

Kalia: If you felt so strongly about this, then why are you bringing it up just now?

Micah: When will I ever get the chance to? You’re never available! I just want to be able to have my Kalia back! The one where she didn’t care about paparazzi and when she was the only girl drummer in the all-boys band in high school! The one where all she wanted was to be lowkey and live a normal life?!

Kalia is taken back by Micah’s words.

Kalia: If you really feel that way, then this makes doing this a lot easier on my end…

Micah doesn’t say anything back.

Kalia: I think we should break up. I’m simply not the girl you want to be with, and I would hate to keep you waiting for her. She’s not coming back and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that sooner.

Micah: Are you fucking serious?

Kalia: Yeah, I am. I thought maybe we could at least take a break while I was in Sweden, but… I think it’s just better if we ended the relationship.

Micah is at a loss for words. Kalia begins to get up from her seat, getting ready to leave the restaurant.

Micah: So that’s it? You’re not going to ask me how I’m feeling or what I want to do?

Kalia keeps silent, which infuriates Micah.

Micah: Of course not, because you never want to know. You’re going to do whatever the fuck you want to do, so go ahead and do it.

Kalia: I’m sorry, Micah.

Kalia gathers her things and walks out, leaving behind the gift bag of Micah’s gifts to her, and Micah.

The "Something" Series: Season 2

Somewhere in Korea, Something Feels Foreign: A Monologue.

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I turned on the lights to my apartment. Everything still looks the same for the most part; I could tell where Mina and Lia would come in and clean up the dust that gathered here when I was gone. Is it crazy to feel like I am a stranger in my own home? Within the last couple of years, I’ve been out of this space more than I’ve been in it, and it’s unbelievable to think that I’m here for good.

I dropped my luggage near the doorway and walked towards the living room. I sat on the couch, staring at the blank television screen. I look around and rub my eyes with my hands; I should just go to sleep and get the rest, but somehow my body knew this wasn’t going to be a sleepful night.

I keep replaying what Ari told me at her apartment. “If you care about her, you would let her go”. Did something happen with Grace? Did she leave New York to live a new life? Did I drive her away from where her home was in New York? I couldn’t help but think this was my fault. Maybe I ruined her life, confusing her every time I had to leave to come back to Korea. Maybe she didn’t trust me anymore for me to stay with her, protect her, be with her in ways that she needed to be. I shut my eyes at the thought until I heard my phone vibrating on the coffee table. I open my eyes, looking at the lit-up screen. It’s Kevin, and for once I don’t pick up the phone. What is there to say? Hi, yeah no I’m actually in Korea right now, so I know how late it is and you should’ve just called in the morning. I don’t even bother. I just get up from the sofa and walk out of the living room and upstairs into my bedroom. The sheets are untouched. It was like a ghost was living here all those months I was away. But I’m here for good, and I guess I have to make this feel like home as much as possible from now on.

I closed my eyes as soon as I got into bed. Maybe I was exhausted as much as I should’ve been.

“Jamie!” I heard Grace calling me from the kitchen. I get up from my office and walk to her. I smile as she holds our child. “Can you watch the baby while I run upstairs and grab some more kitchen towels?”

“Of course,” I walk towards Grace as she hands me the baby. Grace kisses me on the cheek and books it upstairs. I smile, knowing that Grace was probably trying to get these towels for the longest of time, but somehow our child clings onto her at every second of the day. I look at our baby and smile. I bounced them in my arms as they play with a little puppy toy. I walk around the apartment, having conversations with them as if they can answer me back. They somewhat do, in giggles and in noises.

“You’re helping eomma cook dinner, agi?” I asked. They coo and babble, and I can’t help but smile wide. “Eomma and appa love you so much,” I continued. I didn’t realize Grace was standing at the doorway of the kitchen, smiling and looking at us interact. I look back at her and smiled until an extremely loud voice surrounded the apartment. The baby started crying, Grace began to panic, and I had no idea how to make things better–

I shot up from my bed, literally sweating profusely. I look at the alarm clock next to me, ringing viciously to wake me up. I turn it off and catch my breath. It wasn’t that long after that I get up and begin walking back downstairs to the living room area. Before walking to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, I hear my phone vibrate again on my coffee table. I walked over to it, not even looking at the screen to see who it is.

“yeoboseyo?” I answered, sleepily. My eyes widen when I realized it was Kevin on the other line.

“Hyung, I’ve been trying to call you all day to check on you! I mean I can get the message that you and Grace were probably busy but–“

“Kevin,” I stopped him from continuing. “I just woke up. I’m not in America. I’m back in Korea.”

“What?” Kevin sound genuinely surprised. “What do you mean you’re back in Korea?”

“I got home late last night.”

“What about Grace though?” Kevin questioned. I was getting angry at the conversation.

“Ya, I haven’t even been home for less than 24 hours and you are hounding me about Grace. There is no more Grace. Grace fucking disappeared from the face of the Earth! Now please, can I enjoy my day without being reminded of the woman that ruined my fucking life?” I immediately hung up the phone afterward. I wasn’t even hungry anymore, nor wanting coffee after that call. I rubbed my eyes with my hands, instantly exhausted from the day once again. I couldn’t stay in the house any longer. Instead, I went upstairs to get dressed and leave the apartment for the day.

I walked outside and immediately felt a wave of anxiety across my body. How did I feel like a foreigner in my own country? I couldn’t even remember where the nearest coffee shop was, I couldn’t even remember how much a cup of coffee was in Korea anymore. I was so used to paying things in United States Dollars, I completely forgot the Won currency here in Korea. I felt completely lost. In a sense, I could hear my mother’s voice in my head with her worries for me becoming too westernized and American. What can I say though? I felt more at home in New York than I ever did in Korea.

Eventually, I make it to the nearest coffee shop that I could find in the area. The smell of brewing coffee woke me up. I never knew how much I really relied on coffee to get me through the day. I walk up the counter, reading the menu on the wall while I wait on line. I looked at my phone fro the first time since Kevin called me, not realizing he sent messages after our conversation.

Kevin: What the hell happened in America?
Kevin: Hyung, don't do this again.
Kevin: She's not Seohyun.

I couldn’t stand Kevin metalling in my business anymore. I am trying to just move on with my life; it’s what everyone wants me to do anyway. My family wanted me back in Korea. Ari wanted me to leave Grace alone. The universe wanted things to happen this way. I put my phone back in my coat pocket and finally reach the counter. I ordered a hot coffee and took it to one of the tables in the cafe. I look around, taking in the atmosphere, trying to get comfortable. But, I never really do.

I just feel like one person in a country that doesn’t feel like home anymore.

Black Sheep in Society.

Romantically Inclined Black Sheep: A Scene.

The bell to the front door of the college bookstore is heard when it swings open. Micah walks in there and immediately looks within the aisles. Rosie, who is working at the register today, watches Micah walk around the store in a hurry. When he can’t find what he is looking for, he walks up to the counter where Rosie is.

Micah: Hey Roe, do you guys sell like flowers or cute shit?

Rosie raises an eyebrow.

Rosie: At a college bookstore?

Micah sighs loudly. Rosie leans on the counter to talk to Micah.

Rosie: What’s going on?

Micah: I haven’t had the time to go shopping for a gift for Kalia and our date is, well… later tonight.

Rosie: *shakes her head* Very typical for a man.

Micah: Look, I don’t have time to stop by a store after class to get something; I was going to do it this weekend but–

Rosie: You forgot?

Micah doesn’t say anything, he just nods his head.

Micah: I can’t fuck this up.

Rosie sighs and looks around the store with Micah.

Rosie: Okay, let’s see what we can do…

Rosie looks on the shelves and sees the gifts section of the bookstore. She pulls a latte plushie off from the shelf.

Rosie: She would like this? I mean, models drink lattes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; right?

Micah rolls his eyes and takes the plushie from Rosie.

Micah: I mean, it has a cute face…

Rosie continues to walk down the aisle to the trade book wall. She looks through the selections and pulls out a poetry book.

Rosie: It’s no Dickinson, but girls like poetry, I guess?

Micah: *confused* Do you not identify as one?

Rosie rolls her eyes and continues to walk towards where the snacks are.

Rosie: What kind of candy does she like?

Micah doesn’t say anything. Rosie looks up back at Micah when he stays silent.

Rosie: Do you not know what she likes?

Micah: She’s an aspiring actress; unless you guys sell vegetable-like candy, I don’t think she’s gonna want candy.

Rosie shakes her head in disbelief and puts the candy back.

Rosie: Well, college students like to snack on junk, so Kalia might like the water we sell here… I mean it’s pH-balanced…

Micah goes to the counter to place the plushie and poetry book. Rosie walks behind the counter to check him out.

Micah: This should be enough…

Rosie: Why are you so jittery about this date with your girlfriend?

Micah: *sighs* It would be our first date in over a month…

Rosie widens her eyes as she scans the items.

Rosie: Everything’s good?

Micah: She’s busier than ever, so we haven’t gotten the chance to actually spend time with each other.

Rosie: That sounds concerning…

Micah: *brushes it off* We’re fine, she’s just working towards her career. I can’t be mad at her for doing so.

Rosie: Okay, if you feel that way, who am I to tell you anything…

Micah looks at Rosie, raising an eyebrow at her. He takes the bagged goods and puts his card back in his wallet.

Micah: I should get going; can I get your notes for class today tomorrow?

Rosie: You’re skipping class today?

Micah: I have to, Kalia’s only available this afternoon.

Rosie rolls her eyes and sighs.

Rosie: Yeah, I got you.

Micah nods in appreciation and leaves the bookstore in a hurry. Rosie shakes her head.

Rosie: That boy is whipped.

Micah gets off the bus with a gift bag and flowers. He’s in his best business casual attire: a button-down shirt, black jeans, and black converse with a black blazer on. He takes in a deep breath and walks towards the restaurant he’s meeting Kalia at.

Once he walks in, he sees that the restaurant has been reserved for just them two. Micah’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

Waiter: Right this way, Mr. Kamalani.

Micah is taken back by the hospitality of the waiter. He follows the waiter towards the balcony section of the fancy restaurant, where there is a table set up for two. Micah sits down in one of the seats and patiently waits for Kalia to arrive.

He waits for Kalia for an hour before she finally arrives.

When Kalia arrives, she’s dressed in a very fancy dress; it’s much fancier than the outfit Micah has on. He gets up from his seat to greet his girlfriend. He kisses her on the cheek.

Micah: I thought you were ditching me today.

Kalia: No, no! I had to get something extra special on my way here.

Micah looks confused when Kalia grabs his arm and leads him towards the back. When entering the back valley of the restaurant, Kalia runs towards the surprise. Micah looks at Kalia in shock, not really believing what’s happening in front of him.

Kalia: Surprise!

Micah slowly walks towards the motorcycle that he used to go and visit back at the motorcycle shop.

Micah: W-what? What’s going on?

Kalia: *points to motorcycle* This beauty is yours!

Micah’s face lights up and walks toward the motorcycle. He still looks completely in awe.

Micah: How did you know this was the one I’ve been looking for?

Kalia: I had some help from Tanner. He told me the motorcycle has been on your mind for quite some time and, well, I wanted to get it for you.

Micah: Kal, this is–

Kalia: It’s the least I can do for you, Micah.

Kalia looks uneasy when saying it, but Micah doesn’t notice it. He finally accepts the fact that the motorcycle he has been eyeballing is finally is. He turns around and hugs Kalia tightly, lifting her off of the ground.

Micah: You are absolutely amazing; thank you so much, babe!

As he hugs her, Kalia fakes a smile, trying to hide the worry on her face when the two disembark from their hug. Micah grabs Kalia’s hand and heads back into the restaurant.

Micah: Let’s have an amazing date together.

Kalia: Yep.

The "Something" Series: Season 2

When Something Really is Nothing: A Monologue.

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“Jaemin-ah,” Seohyun’s voice whispered. I snap back to reality; I look up at the ceiling and then to my side, where Seohyun lays next to me, in her pajamas. I look at her, who then smiles at me. “What should we do on our weekend off?” I wrapped my arm around her, bringing her closer to me.

“Seohyun-ah…” I started, then sighed. I didn’t need to say anymore; she knew what was coming. Her smile faded away.

“You have to go in today? It’s Saturday, though,” Seohyun protested. I kissed her on the forehead, trying to reassure her.

“I have to, it’s my trial case,” I explained to her. She shifts in the bed and puts the covers over her. SHe’s clearly upset at me. This wouldn’t be the first time I had to leave this bed to go into work. I turned over to Seohyun, trying to unravel her from the covers.

“Seohyun-ah,” I playfully said her name. I begin to tickle her, which makes her giggle and surrender. She turns around and smiles at me, and I smiled back. Nothing was said for a moment until she took a deep breath.

“Come back quickly,” Seohyun said. I nodded my head.

“I will,” I answered.

I stood in the door way of Ari’s apartment, not knowing what to say next. Here I was, just missed my flight back to Korea to come and see Grace, and she’s not even in New York anymore. Where the hell would she be? Why would she leave? What was happening?

“Jamie?” Ari asked. I snapped out of my thoughts, immediately focusing in on Ari. She looked back at her partner, who nods his head. She turns around and leads me towards the hallway of her apartment. She closes the door behind her before saying anything to me.

“Did she not tell you she was going?” Ari asked. I was confused. Why would Grace tell me where she was going? I didn’t say anything back, but Ari immediately rolled her eyes. “Of course she didn’t.”

“We haven’t spoke to each other since–” I couldn’t say it. It was like every time I mentioned our last conversation, it reminded me that it was the last time I spoke to Grace, and most likely will be the last conversation I’ll ever have with her. Ari’s face begins to feel unsettling. I may not know Ari that well, but I know that no matter what, she keeps a strong and confident face on. She doesn’t look that way at this moment, and because of that, I’m now worried.

“Jamie,” Ari started. “You and I both know that Grace was in a much better place when things were… better…” She struggled to continue. I couldn’t understand where she was going with this. What was she implying? She sighed before continuing.

“You know Grace has been struggling with… a lot, and she left for… herself. She’s been through a lot these last couple of years–“

“–With me?” I spat out. Ari was taken back. Her hard exterior appeared once again.

“I think Grace has been the best version of herself when she met you,” Ari answered back. “But,” she continued, “She’s struggled with a lot since then and she left to figure some shit out.” I didn’t know what Ari was implying. She looked at me like I was foreign, like I had something to do with Grace’s departure.

“I don’t know what Grace has told you about me–” I began, but Ari immediately cut me off.

“Jamie, this really isn’t about you at this point,” Ari bluntly said. I was taken back at the remark. If this wans’t about me, then why would she just up and leave her life behind in the city? “Grace needed to do this for herself and… I don’t know, if you really cared about her, you’d be happy she made this choice.”

“If I cared about her?” I said more angry than concerned. I was upset that Ari, who is Grace’s best friend, would even question if I cared about Grace. Of course I did. I care about her more than anything else in this world, and I wanted to tell her that personally, to let her know that I do more than just care for her. I love her.

“Yeah, Jamie; if you cared about her you would let her go,” Ari coldly said. I couldn’t contain my anger anymore. It was like I had to prove myself over and over again, and it was tiring. “Maybe things are better off this way. I don’t know where she went, and quite frankly it’s better off that way. She needs to take space for herself or else she would’ve gotten herself hurt, Jamie. I wouldn’t– and I know you wouldn’t– want anything to happen to her.”

I didn’t say anything; I had nothing else left to say. At this point, nothing I would say to Ari would matter, and quite frankly, I was tired of talking with Ari. She wasn’t the person I wanted to talk to, and there’s just no reason for me to be here. I surrendered, nodding my head as I began to turn away from Ari’s door.

“Jamie,” Ari called out. I turned around slowly, not really interested in what she had to say; then again, she’s the only connection I have with Grace at this point. “Give her space.” I nodded back, and turned away and began to walk down the hallway towards the elevator.

I don’t know how I feel in this moment. Kevin was right; I didn’t want to leave New York before talking to Grace. It was a mistake to let her sit within everything she told me without even reaching out to her. I should’ve said something. I should’ve went to her sooner and told her everything I wanted to tell her. I needed her to understand that I couldn’t do this back and forth anymore. I couldn’t allow myself to keep coming back and leaving her behind. Maybe this is what I needed to feel; how she felt every time I had to leave.

But this time, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay.

But that doesn’t matter anymore. I’m just amiing something out of nothing.

Black Sheep in Society.

Damper on the Black Sheep: A Scene.

Micah sits at his desk, playing with a couple of music softwares on his laptop. He doesn’t seem to be doing it to enjoy it; he looks annoyed as if he was trying to forget whatever was on his mind. He stops when he hears his phone ringing on his bed. He turns around and sees that it’s Tanner. He answers the phone.

Micah: Yo, what’s up?

Tanner: Hey man, I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today; Dani’s at her mom’s for the day and–

Micah: *teases* Don’t know what to do without Dani, huh?

Tanner: *defensive* It’s not like that! It’s just– well the warm weather is gonna go away soon and today’s been a nice day and–

Micah: Tanner, just say you need company since Dani isn’t home.

Micah laughs once he hears Tanner sigh on the other end of the line.

Micah: Where are you tryna go?

Tanner: Pizza from Chee-Z’s sounds really good right now.

Micah: Iight bet, I’ll meet you there in like 30.

The boys agree and hang up the phone. Micah grabs his light jacket and his bag and heads out of his bedroom.

Micah walks the long route towards the pizza parlor. He walks to a motorcycle dealership and looks around the place. He spots a motorcycle that immediately catches his eye. While walking up to it and observing it, his phone rings in his pocket. Without looking, Micah answers his phone.

Micah: Hey Tan-Man, I’m a couple of blocks away at the–

Kalia: *confused* Micah?

Micah: *widens eyes* Kalia?

Micah looks at the screen to see it’s, in fact, Kalia.

Micah: Everything’s alright?

Kalia: *sigh* Not really. I really want to apologize for what happened at your gig yesterday…

Micah doesn’t say anything back; he continues to look at the motorcycle.

Kalia: Hello? Micah?

Micah: Huh?

Kalia: *annoyed* Are you listening to what I’m saying?

Micah: *sighs* Look Kal, it’s fine. I’m a bit busy right now, so can we talk about this later?

Kalia: I’ll see; I’m meeting my father for dinner later…

Micah rolls his eyes at the response.

Micah: We’ll talk when we get the chance. I’m meeting up with Tanner, I’ll talk to you later…

Kalia: Okay. I love you.

Micah shuts his eyes for a moment before answering.

Micah: I love you too.

Micah: So the motorcycle I was telling you about from the shop? She’s still there! *swoons* I have to get her.

Micah and Tanner are sitting in a booth at the local pizza parlor. Tanner takes a sip from his cola.

Tanner: You’re really trying to get this motorcycle, huh?

Micah: Tan, she’s the perfect shade of gunmetal and black! Her purr is probably hypnotic!

Tanner: But don’t a motorcycle cost, like, an arm and a leg? I doubt your part-time job pays enough for you to afford it.

Micah rolls his eyes at Tanner, but he knows that he’s right.

Micah: *sighs* Why couldn’t I have just been born rich?

Tanner shrugs his shoulders and begins to eat the pizza pie that the waitress brings to their table. They both take a slice, to begin with.

Tanner: *while eating* Did you and Kalia work things out?

Micah: When are we not trying to figure things out? I feel like all Kal and I do is just apologize to each other.

Tanner: I mean, you said it yourself: you signed up for this.

Micah: Yeah, I did, but I feel like I’m getting punished for doing so more than anything…

Micah leans back in the booth.

Micah: What if she’s cheating?

Tanner laughs mid-sip. He places his glass of cola back down on the table.

Tanner: Not to be mean but, she barely has time to be with you; what makes you think she’s spending her time with someone else? If anything, she’s cheating on you with her career. Or her dad–

Micah: Eww?

Tanner: I’m just saying, bro; she seems like she has no interest in anything going on in your life, and that’s something that shouldn’t be in the agreement that you signed.

Micah doesn’t say anything back. He plays with the straw in his glass of cola.

Micah: Do you think she loves me, man?

Tanner: I wanna say yeah, like why wouldn’t she? You guys have been together for so long!

Micah: But… what if she loves her job more than me?

Tanner doesn’t say anything right away; he just looks at Micah uneasy.

Tanner: I mean, she’s passionate about what she does–

Micah: *annoyed* Tanner, just say it.

Tanner: Yeah, it seems like she does at times.

Micah sighs and takes another slice of pizza and plops it down on his plate.

Micah: I don’t know what to do with her, bro.

Tanner: If you want to stay with her, then I say you guys have to talk things out. I can see just how much you love her, man. Maybe she just needs to be reminded that she has a guy that cares about her… take her out on a date!

Micah: *defeated* What’s the point in trying?

Tanner throws his fist on the table, making a “thud” sound.

Tanner: Because you love her! And you want to work things out with her! You have to show her that you care about her and your relationship. Maybe if she sees that you’re willing to fohgt for it, she will too.

Micah takes in this information and begins to consider it.

Micah: Maybe you’re right. Maybe with dinner and stuff, we could easily talk about things instead of just brushing them off.

Tanner nods his head in agreement and continues to eat the pizza. Micah begins to gather his things.

Tanner: Bro, where are you going?

Micah puts in half of the money on the table for the pizza pie.

Micah: I gotta start planning and moving shit around in my schedule for this, I’ll talk to you later!

Micah walks out of the pizza parlor in a hurry, leaving Tanner there to finish the rest of the pizza on his own.