movie scene

This scene from the movie The Blind Side shows that even if you make a movie from a book, you can still convey the emotion from the author into the scenes. this is one of my favorite movie scenes because it show one of the main aspects of the story: strength, and how just one player can change the whole game in, not only football, but life.

the evil roomate

The Evil Roommate

That was it; the last box: unpacked. My apartment was finally complete. My late grandmother’s couch in the corner and a pearl colored lamp next to it, the whole room just looked, homey. There was dark, kind of orange, paint on the wall. The celling had a jagged surface, like the ocean’s short and discreet splashes were imprinted on the white paint that covered the entire surface. The soft carpet in the living room and the smooth hard wood in the kitchen were separated by a framing around the outer walls and ceiling.

            “This place looks amazing!” said a deep voice coming from a (very handsome) man, leaning on the front door frame.

            “Zach! You really think so?” I replied back in an exited voice. “I mean, the boyfriend’s opinion always matters most.”

            “Yea, I really do, Kendall, I mean, look at how you build the place around your grandma’s couch, it’s just… I know that… because… wow. Just… it looks really good.”

            “Thank you and I know that, as a boy, you’re not very good at describing pure beauty,” I joked “so I’m just gonna let a smile and a pat on the back let me know your appreciation.”

“Let me do you one better…” he whispered, leaning in close, bringing his soft, warm lips down to mine.

“Now all that’s left is a roommate or two”

…

            “Ok, I don’t want them to be someone who will steal my clothes or my hair products

or face wash or…”

“Slow down!”  Zach blurted “any girl you choose is going to do at least one of those things, so you either get over it, or find a girl who does everything like a guy…with boobs…and long hair.”

            “Or an actual guy” I shouted, sarcastically at first, but then, the idea started to swell in my head. A guy for a roommate…hmmm… he wouldn’t steal my clothes or my hair stuff, because he wouldn’t wear tube tops or use hairspray. And he couldn’t use my face wash, because he would just use his body wash, like any other guy!

            “No way, Kendall, I’m not letting you live with another man.”

            “What? Jealous already?”

            “NO! It’s just that, like, what if he starts to like you or tries to steal you away? I trust you, but not him, whoever he may be.”

            “It’s not like we would be totally alone, you’re living here, what if he got a crush on you?” I argued.

            “Well I’d rather he got a crush on me than on you.” Zack rebutted.  

            “Fine!”

            “Fine!”

            I think it was at that moment that Zach and I came up with the perfect solution: a gay guy as a roommate. And I bet I could find plenty of those online.

…

            “And this is the living room” I motioned over to my grandmothers couch, hoping he would notice how well I placed it with the surrounding furniture.

            “Yes, and If I lived here, would I be able to make some small changes to the interior?”

            “Of course, like pictures or light furnishings; it’s all in your rental agreement.” I smiled cheesy and passed him the contract in one swift motion.

            “I’ll take it, the room I mean, this will be just a wonderful opportunity!” he gushed, signing the contract. Just then, Zach walked in with a stern look on his face. I noticed that in his pocket, it looked like there was some kind of small box…I wonder what’s inside…

            “You must be Zach, I’m pleased to meet you, and my name is Aaron, one out of two of your new roommate duo.” Aaron stumbled, nervously, yet excitedly. “Greg, my partner, will be arriving soon; right now he’s at work.” He stepped back and looked sterner and serious when he talked about Greg… weird…must be a gay thing.

…

            “Aaron and Greg were nice.” Zack said, blankly.

            “Yea, I thought so too.” I said as I shift over to my side of the bed making room for Zack. He was only wearing his boxers, so when he got under the covers I could feel his abs brush over my shoulder, then I remembered something…

            “What was in that box?” I asked with enthusiasm.

“What box?” he replied, blushing.

            “The box that was in your pocket earlier today, when you came home from your parent’s house… which reminds me…why were you at your parent’s house? You never told me.” 

            “Ummmmm…uh” he hesitated

            Then, out of nowhere a loud crash came from the kitchen, followed by a chorus of high pitched laughter.

            “Aaron? Greg? Is everything ok out there? We heard a loud crash!” I shouted in a sympathetic voice.

            “Were ok!” Greg responded “We were moving a couple things around, and…ha ha…’knocked’… over a vase.” He said over the sound of Aaron’s muffled laughter, and a few chuckles of his own.

            “Um…o…ok…” I said unsurely

            “Let’s just go to sleep” Zack reprised, turning out the lights with one motion.

            “Goodnight Kendal. I love you.”

            “Goodnight, I love you too.” I yawned, falling asleep to Zack smiling to the echo of my words: “I love you too.”

...

I woke up to the sound of Greg, Screeching, like a Banshee, at 7 in the morning, on a Saturday.

            “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! AARON, OH MY GOD AARON! YES YES YES! I WILL MARRY YOU!”           

            I walked out of my room half asleep in my pajamas, Zack following me looking even more tired than I was.

            “What is going on out here?” I rambled

            “Zack, Kendall, we have some great news” Aaron said through his intense smile “Greg and I are getting married! Gay marriage just got legalized in the state of North Carolina this morning at 4:30!”

            “That’s amazing guys! And I will be the first to congratulate you two”

            “Thank you!” Aaron and Greg replied simultaneously.

            “Ok, well Zack and I are heading out to our traditional Saturday breakfast at I-Hop in downtown Charlotte, we’ll be just a couple miles out, in case you need anything, and I’m guessing you won’t, but just in case, you have our numbers.” My voice trailed off, I could tell they weren’t listening to me, they were too lost in each other’s excitement. So, Zach grabbed our jackets, and we headed out, in our pajamas, just like every Saturday ever since Zach and I met there, in our pajamas, on a Saturday, 2 years ago, today.  

…

            “So, Kendall” Zach said, blushing and stumbling, he looked so nervous, I’ve never seen him so nervous before. “You know that today is our 2 year anniversary, and I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you, I mean, not the exact moment, that would have been too weird, and you probably would of...”

            “Zach, calm down, whatever it is, you can say it.” I placed his hands in mine, they were clammy, but I held them anyway, I could tell it was calming him down a little bit.

            “Kendall,” he slid off his chair, and went down on too one knee, “will you make me the happiest man in the world by saying ‘yes’ to my next question,” he pulled out a box from his jacket pocket, the same jacket he was wearing yesterday, and the same size box that I saw in his pocket, “will you marry me?”

            People around us were gasping in awe, two little kids started giggling into their mothers shoulders. An old couple looked at each other and smiled, holding hands, they looked so happy, and I had a sudden feeling that I was that old lady, and Zack was there, sitting across from me, and I knew that that’s what I wanted more than anything, to marry Zach, and grow old together.

            “Yes. Zack I love you so much, yes I will marry you.” All of a sudden I felt a huge rush of adrenalin shoot through my veins. “Oh my God, were getting married, were getting married!” we both stood up and kissed, and all around us I heard cheering and laughter, and I think I even heard the loud pop of a champagne bottle.

             He clicked open the box, but instead of a ring, there was a small piece of paper that said:            “I.O.U. 1 engagement ring. –Aaron”

...

            Zack flew the door open, his face red hot, all the veins in his forehead popped. I have never seen him this mad. I don’t think I have ever been so mad. This was quite an emotional day. We went from the most tired, to the most nervous, to the happiest, to the angriest people in the entire world.

            “AARON!” Zack screamed, angrily. But before he tell Aaron off, we were bombarded with…with…I don’t even know how to describe it. All I know, the sight left me with an acrimony like taste in my mouth.

            “What? You said I could change some of the interior” Aaron replied in an innocent voice “and Greg and I thought, that this would be a more suitable…way to decorate…”

            “My late grandmothers couch, where is it? And why are the walls blue with striped, what happened to the orange paint?

            “We thought that wallpaper would give the whole place some more pizazz. And that couch, it was just so old, we put it on Amazon, in hopes that someone would buy it, and someone did! It’s on its way to Maine as we speak! We used the money to buy this new white couch, to match the wall paper! And we got a complementary lamp with the couch, so we pawned the pearl lamp, and used the money to resize Greg’s engagement ring and buy mine! We wanted to give the place and angelic, no, majestic feeling.”

            The neon colors devoured every plain pre-existing detail. Then I finally found a word to describe it. Gay. Stereotypical Gay. Then I looked over at Zack. He said nothing. He had the blankest look on his face. He slowly walked over to Aaron, took his hand, and pulled the ring off his finger. Walked over to Greg and did the same. They didn’t do anything, I think it was because Zack’s face was more threatening than angry.  Then he walked over to the file cabinets, now painted a light pink and color-coated, pulled out the rental agreement, and with no effort, yanked his wrist down and ripped the contract in half. He walked over to the door, a little faster than before, opened it slowly, then faced Aaron and Greg.

            “Get out.”