Dan Bell x Will Krupinski
Dan, a sensitive and artistic blueberry of a man never thought that love would come his way. He spent most of his time hiding behind a cheap camcorder, filming abandoned malls and nasty motels. It wasn't until Will Krupin...
/Dan's POV/ "Order up!" A cook from the kitchen grunted, slamming his hand on a dingy bell. An overweight woman wearing a blue apron and tired eyes placed my hot breakfast on the sticky counter before me. My order enticed all of my senses as it's sweet and savory smell tempted me like a drag queen in an empty and dark room. My mouth salivated as I looked at the contents on my plate: Eggs over easy, two strips of bacon, three beef sausage links, scrapple, a slice of toast with extra butter, a short stack with extra syrup, a bowl of oat meal thicker than my thighs, and a hot cup of coffee.
I look down at my fat wrist...
"I'm late..." I mumble. I place my money on the table and leave a measly tip. I wobble out the door and squeeze my way into my Volkswagon.
Being late was my biggest nightmare. I had been waiting years to be invited to the Indie Film Festival and I finally had been. The board loved my short film about the lives of inner city drag queens and even nominated it for an award. This was it. I've finally made it.
The festival was in Philadelphia, nearly two hours away from my home town of Baltimore. I sped down the broken highway that was canopied by lush green trees. Every so often I would pass a mom and pop store, tempting me to stop as I craved a f'real milk shake, a papa pickle, and a drag of a cheap and expired cigarette. I kept my focus and continued on my journey.
But then... I noticed something up ahead off of the exit. It was a brilliant neon sign. My eyes were too fixated on the bright intense crimson red that sunk deep into my corneas. I couldn't make out what it said because I was hypnotized. Before I knew it, the only thing flashing before my eyes was my life.
/Will's POV/
I rolled down my bird sh*t covered window and lit my cigarette between my "teeth".
I'm mainly going to this festival for the hot chicks and complimentary weed--- hold up...
I saw the most beautiful neon sign before my eyes....
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Well, usually this sign would be beautiful to me, but not today. I'm trying to focus on that thing hot indie girls say whenever they're doing yoga. I think it's "funk sway" or something. Anyways, yea no porn for me... or maybe.... No... no porn! Awww shucks, ya know what maybe I'll just pull up and--- *CRAASH*
"What the heck, man?" I slam my car door shut, taking the cigarette from my mouth and throwing it on the dirt. I take two steps towards the man that had caused the accident. His fat a$$ is laying on the ground.
//Dan's POV//
I gasp for air.
"You could've killed me you d*ckhead!" A loud voice growled.
"I'm sorry." Was all that could escape my shaking lips.
My car was totaled. Smoke rose in the air from the hood of my prized Volkswagon. There was no way that I was getting to the Indie Film Festival now.
"We need to call for help." I struggled to my feet and my eyes finally focused on the perpetrator of the voice. It was a man. A short man with dark hair and two perfect coffee beans for eyes. His face was peppered with facial hair, appearing to have been seasoned by God himself.
"What?" He asked as he took off his black beanie. A sleeve of tattoos decorated his arms like a mosaic straight out of Italy. I so desperately wanted to nibble on his pierced earlobe. It was thick and pink like a slice of Christmas ham.
"I said that we need to call for help. Maybe there's a phone in there." I pointed at the Adult Video Store. It's neon light hypnotizing me once more.
We walked inside and I called the police and an Uber.
"I'm on my way to the Indie Film Festival in Philly," I told the man on the other line. Just then, the man that my world and car had collided with, stepped forward holding three tapes and a blowup doll in his hand.
"You're going to the film festival?" He asked.
"Yes."
//Will's POV//
At first, all I saw was a fat man laying face down on the ground, gasping for air...
Then he looked at me.
His eyes were deep brown. His face showed how deeply he was in destress, but it also showed his vulnerable side. I digged that. Wait wtf.. I AIN'T GAY! This guy is eyeing me up like a Twinkie though. We called for an uber, so I raced towards the car and grabbed a few "necessities". I raced back and saw his beautiful brown eyes stare up at me, the bright sirens filling up the darkness... Then he stated where he was going.
