Episode 62: Scene Four
Brent, Allan, and Trace all let their legs dangle off the stage as they observed the large masses of people trying to get from one station to the other. The three young men had decided to separate themselves from the crowd until things died down a bit, which provided them with much-needed amusement.
"Okay, who let those dogs out?" Trace joked, slapping his two best friends on the back.
"Haha, very funny, Trace," Allan rolled his eyes sarcastically, then propped his chin on his balled fist. "I really need to get over to the student organization desk."
"Chill out. I'm sure some people'll start clearing out of here in a couple of minutes or so. Trust me, you don't want to get trapped in that mess," Trace said, popping a sucker into his mouth.
"I'm gonna have to agree with Trace. I would not want to have to deal with people screaming in my ear and people pushing up against me for at least thirty minutes. No way, Josè," Brent said, grabbing a sucker from Trace's pile.
"Yeah, I guess so. Hey, have any of you seen Adrienne around?"
"Adrienne? Who's that?" Trace asked.
"Some girl Allan's falling for."
Allan smacked Brent hard on his shoulder, angered by the remark.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"I'm not falling for Adrienne, Brent. She's a friend of mine and I haven't talked to her in quite a while. God, can I not have a friend that's a girl?"
"Breathe in, breathe out," Trace advised, then laughed. "You know what your problem is?"
"No, but I'm guessing that the wise and worldly Trace is about to inform me, correct?"
Trace smiled and nodded his head, shifting the sucker in his mouth so he could speak. "Bingo. Allan, you cause way too much unneeded stress for yourself. If you'd learn to live a little and go with the flow, you wouldn't have nearly as many problems as you do now."
"Ah, yeah. That must be it."
"I wouldn't be so quick to pass off Trace's advice," Brent put in. "It might not be such a bad idea."
"Look, this is our freshman year, guys. I want to stick my finger in all the pies before I decide on which one I'm going to take home."
"Whatever you say, dude," Trace's grin widened. "Just don't come running to me asking for a butcher knife when you want to end it all because you feel overwhelmed."
"You got it, Trace," Allan matched Trace's grin. "I'll go to Brent instead."