Creative Writing: Friends Till the Very End

By Nick Stuckey

Rain clouds began to tear themselves away from the jagged peaks of the Koolau
range and rays broke through the clouds and beat down on the muddy water of
Pearl Bay. Bobby glanced toward them, but his mind was elsewhere. He paced back
and forth along the isolated stretch of the narrow beach. Now and then he would
kick at loose pebbles along the muddy grey shoreline. For the moment, Bobby was
still in his private world, consisting of little more than a strip of mud flat
along one small section of the bay. But his world was about to be invaded. Chris,
his best friend since kindergarten, would be showing up any minute. And Bobby
knew that before this afternoon ended, their two lives, so entwined these many
years, would forever be changed.

Bobby clutched a smooth black stone in his fingers. He leaned into the light
breeze, preparing to skip it across the harbour waters, but stopped abruptly,
remembering that the gods did not like land removed from the island. As the
stone slipped from his fingers, his eyes followed the ripples that glided on and
off the grey beach where he stood, then rose almost by habit to gaze once more
at the Arizona Memorial stretching white and graceful, remembering painfully
that this would be the last time that he would ever walk along this beautiful

As his eyes watched the waves, and how they caressed the muddy shoreline, he
began to think of the future. His thoughts were quickly disrupted.

“Hey bud, how\'s it going? What was so important that you had to talk to me
about?” Chris asked.

“It\'s to hard. I can\'t go on with it.”

“What? What can\'t you go on with?” Chris demanded urgently.

“It\'s just, that, that, this will be our last weekend together”.

“Wait a minute. Slow down, your not making any sense. None at all. What do you
mean that this will be our last weekend together? We have the whole entire
summer planned out. Fishing next weekend, canoeing to Ford Island next month,
our bike.....”

“NO STOP!!! You don\'t understand. My dad got transferred. We\'re moving.”

“But why now. School doesn\'t start for another two months, and colleges start
even later than that!” Chris replied.

“I know, it sucks. I can\'t do anything about it. I\'ve tried everything. I\'ve
even asked my parents if it would be okay to move in with my grandparents for
the rest of the summer. But it\'s no use. They say I have to get used to the town,
meet new friends,and get a job.”

“Okay then. I guess there\'s nothing we can do about this. So let\'s make the most
of it this weekend.” Chris said softly.

The clouds began to form again. The rays of light that had once beat down upon
the water had now disappeared once again.Bobby looked at the end of the bay and
watched where the water poured through Maxis\'s cave. Suddenly an idea hit his
head like a jolt of lightning.

“Let\'s do something outrageous, something that we\'d never do otherwise.” Bobby
said excitedly.

“Well what do have in mind”? Chris asked, holding a puzzled face.

As Bobby raised his arm towards the cave Chris began to see what he was pointing
at. His eyes widened in disbelief.

“Your not serious Bobby. You\'re gonna get yourself killed!”

“You better believe it. I\'m going, whether your coming or not, well, that\'s up
to you.”

“Wouldn\'t you rather just go fishing?” Chris asked questionly.

“Fishing. It\'s my last weekend here, and you wanna go fishing!” Bobby retorted.

“Fine, let\'s do it. I\'ll rent some wet suits at the scuba shop, and um.. you can
get the inner tubes. Meet back here at 2:30.” Chris said excididly.

Finally 2:30 came around. By then, the sun had broken up the clouds and you
could now see the jagged peaks of the Koolau Mountains. The two boys had shown
up. They decided to meet up at the top of Maxis Funnel. When they got there they
encountered a man fishing in a near by creak.

“You boys have a death wish or something?” He asked.

“No sir”, Chris said. “Were just looking to have a little bit of fun. That\'s
all.” Chris replied in a polite manner.

They hopped the 13 foot fence, and the warning signs. Nothing was going to stop
these two boys.

They hopped into the cold murky water and wiped down the funnel like greased
lightning. Suddenly, the sun disappeared. They were now in the cavern,