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Friends Till the End
Friends till the Very End
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 beach.
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.
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