THE END OF STEVA?!?!?! PART ONE.
Once upon a time there was Steva-- the two best friends ever. They had a friendship so true and so powerful it could cut through solid rock, could lift an aircraft carrier a mile into the sky, could reach across time and space with an invisible incomprehesible force and unite Steve and Eva through any catastrophe. Steve would die a million deaths, each one worse than the last, for his best friend Eva. And Eva would gladly be torn apart by leopards and eagles if her friendship with Steve demanded it. That was how strong their friendship was.
But there are those that cannot abide a friendship as wonderful and strong as Steva's. There are those that grow bitter and jealous in the knowledge that two people have a friendship stronger than the moon and deeper than the ocean, people who's internal flaws make such a friendship an impossibility for them, and who lash out at those who are lucky enough to have such a good thing.
Dr. Bruce Mlassen was just one such a person. In his darkened apartment, Bruce sat on his couch and watched survellience videos on his TV again and again. In the videos Steve and Eva were totally having fun at a picnic. A scowl of anger formed on Bruce's face as he watched Steve balance a leg of fried chicken on his nose, entertaining Eva into peals of laughter. Bruce did not know why, but he knew he had to destroy this friendship. Slowly, he began to formulate a plan. Minutes passed-- the screen frozen on an image of Steve and Eva laughing and hugging at the same time. Then a whisper broke the silence...
"Yes...." said Bruce. "It's the perfect plan. I'll separate them-- their friendship will surely DIE if they are apart. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!" His laughter continued on into the night....
THREE WEEKS LATER-- 2.a.m.
Eva was asleep in her spacious and well-appointed apartment in the Silver Lake area of Los Angeles. Her sleep was sound-- she had a spent a long day at her job, and then she and Steve had gone for drinks at a bar they enjoyed, called the Shortstop.
Suddenly a loud pounding noise woke her up. It was a SWAT team at her door! They kicked the door down and stormed into Eva's room.
"Eva Anderson?" yelled a police officer in a dark mask.
"That's me," said Eva, scared.
"EVA ANDERSON YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR DRUGS!! SPECIFICALLY, FOR SELLING DRUGS TO KIDS!!!"
* * *
Steve couldn't believe it-- he knew his friend Eva would never sell drugs to innocent teenage kids. But that's what the police thought she had done, and that's what she was being held for in the Santa Monica Prison. The crimes she was accused of were so big that she hadn't even been offered bail. Steve parked his beige Honda outside the prison and headed inside.
"Excuse me," Steve said to the guard, "I'm here to visit my best friend Eva Anderson."
The guard responded with a scowl. "Nobody who sells drugs to kids deserves any visitors-- get the hell out of here. Esspecially if you're her friend."
"She didn't do it, " said Steve. "I swear."
"Let's see your proof." said the guard.
"I don't have any... but... she's such a good friend."
"Well, the police have a picture of her selling drugs to a bunch of teenagers." said the guard. "And they found three hundred pounds of drugs in the back of her red ford focus. She must have done it."
"But no!" said Steve.
"Get out of here." said the guard. "Get the FUCK out of here."
"My friend wouldn't do that!!!"
Out of nowhere the guard drew his gun and pointed it at Steve.
"You better get with the program, Pal. Whether she sold the drugs or not get out of here now." said the guard. "Before I blow your brains out all over the wall. "
Steve had no choice-- he left without seeing Eva. In his car on the way home, he felt so angry and confused. DAMN! He missed his friend Eva. What was he going to do without her? And why had she had 300 pounds of drugs in the back of her car? If only he could talk to her, he was sure she would explain... But he couldn't see her. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
* * *
Across town, in a darkened apartment, a smile formed on an evil set of lips. The plan was going perfectly.
But there are those that cannot abide a friendship as wonderful and strong as Steva's. There are those that grow bitter and jealous in the knowledge that two people have a friendship stronger than the moon and deeper than the ocean, people who's internal flaws make such a friendship an impossibility for them, and who lash out at those who are lucky enough to have such a good thing.
Dr. Bruce Mlassen was just one such a person. In his darkened apartment, Bruce sat on his couch and watched survellience videos on his TV again and again. In the videos Steve and Eva were totally having fun at a picnic. A scowl of anger formed on Bruce's face as he watched Steve balance a leg of fried chicken on his nose, entertaining Eva into peals of laughter. Bruce did not know why, but he knew he had to destroy this friendship. Slowly, he began to formulate a plan. Minutes passed-- the screen frozen on an image of Steve and Eva laughing and hugging at the same time. Then a whisper broke the silence...
"Yes...." said Bruce. "It's the perfect plan. I'll separate them-- their friendship will surely DIE if they are apart. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!" His laughter continued on into the night....
THREE WEEKS LATER-- 2.a.m.
Eva was asleep in her spacious and well-appointed apartment in the Silver Lake area of Los Angeles. Her sleep was sound-- she had a spent a long day at her job, and then she and Steve had gone for drinks at a bar they enjoyed, called the Shortstop.
Suddenly a loud pounding noise woke her up. It was a SWAT team at her door! They kicked the door down and stormed into Eva's room.
"Eva Anderson?" yelled a police officer in a dark mask.
"That's me," said Eva, scared.
"EVA ANDERSON YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR DRUGS!! SPECIFICALLY, FOR SELLING DRUGS TO KIDS!!!"
* * *
Steve couldn't believe it-- he knew his friend Eva would never sell drugs to innocent teenage kids. But that's what the police thought she had done, and that's what she was being held for in the Santa Monica Prison. The crimes she was accused of were so big that she hadn't even been offered bail. Steve parked his beige Honda outside the prison and headed inside.
"Excuse me," Steve said to the guard, "I'm here to visit my best friend Eva Anderson."
The guard responded with a scowl. "Nobody who sells drugs to kids deserves any visitors-- get the hell out of here. Esspecially if you're her friend."
"She didn't do it, " said Steve. "I swear."
"Let's see your proof." said the guard.
"I don't have any... but... she's such a good friend."
"Well, the police have a picture of her selling drugs to a bunch of teenagers." said the guard. "And they found three hundred pounds of drugs in the back of her red ford focus. She must have done it."
"But no!" said Steve.
"Get out of here." said the guard. "Get the FUCK out of here."
"My friend wouldn't do that!!!"
Out of nowhere the guard drew his gun and pointed it at Steve.
"You better get with the program, Pal. Whether she sold the drugs or not get out of here now." said the guard. "Before I blow your brains out all over the wall. "
Steve had no choice-- he left without seeing Eva. In his car on the way home, he felt so angry and confused. DAMN! He missed his friend Eva. What was he going to do without her? And why had she had 300 pounds of drugs in the back of her car? If only he could talk to her, he was sure she would explain... But he couldn't see her. DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
* * *
Across town, in a darkened apartment, a smile formed on an evil set of lips. The plan was going perfectly.
posted by Steeb at 5:14 PM
10 Comments:
Some heavy stuff FINALLY is happening to the amazing friends of this blog. I have been waiting for something this action packed ever since that jerk-head poulled out the gun in the bookstore. More? BTW this one is great to read while listening to any of the songs from the new Coldplay.
!!!! Eva sells drugs. That is in no way true!!!
Read it and weep sister....
Who is that. SHut up and stop picking on Eva I am a long time fan of hers and I think your full of it.
It's me Noah Rosenstein from your class. Of course Eva is guilty. If not why the drugs in the car? If you're going to be so forgiving just cause she's a girl then thats called reverse sexism...
I think u should stop fighting. these are fictional characters. it's like you guys fighting about harry potter again for crying out loud.
Harry potter is for fags like you Benno Nelson. Go back to Chicago.
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Everyone I just checked and so-called webmaster does not exist. Who are you really?
GUYS THIS IS GREAT!!!! !!!! I think the character of Dr. Bruce Mlassen is very exciting because he really is the counterpoint to their good friendship so exciting in fact that if you don't mind I've created my own fanfiction site that will try and focus only Dr. Mlassen's attempt to destroy what is Steva. Do not worry! Though. I am not going to try and complete this story. You are the masters. My new blog will be at www.tearingthemapart.blogspot.com Hope you two keep totally ruling!
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