Forever
Forever It May Not Mean Nothin' To Ya'll = = = = = = = = = = 3:00 AM. Memphis. Van Isaac Pryce is leaned to the side with one hand on the wheel as he cruises Van cruises along until he reaches the hotel, pulling into the parking lot. 'Yo. Where we at, man?' Van pulls the keys out of the ignition and tosses them into Entourage's lap. 'Memphis.' Entourage immediately frowns. 'The hell we doin' in Memphis?' Van ignores Entourage in favor of turning around in his seat to wake up 'Hey.' 'Hey.' The moment is broken by the slamming of the passenger door. Entourage is 'This fool done drove us to borin' ass Memphis. The hell we gon' do in Van exits on his side of the vehicle, holding the door open for Summer. She 'Relax, E. We only here for the night. I got a thing.' Van explains. Entourage peers over the top of his shades. 'One. Night.' He holds a finger Summer rolls her eyes. 'You don't like anything if it doesn't benefit you, Van smirks. Entourage drops his jaw and pulls off his shades. 'Hey! Stop with 'Go check us in, man. Stop bein' so damn sensitive.' Entourage grumbles, slides his shades back on his face and mumbles off in Van laughs as he heads to the trunk to get out the recently purchased 'Am I?' 'Are you what?' 'Your girl.' Van hesitates slightly in removing one of the carry on bags. 'Um. See, uh--' Summer smiles and slugs Van in the arm. 'I'm kidding!' She grabs her own Van watches Summer disappear into the building. He slams the trunk down = = = = = = = = = = Van stands on the roof of the hotel, looking out at the sun as it slowly starts Van peers off into the rising sun, pondering. What're you doin', Van? What's the point? Your life was fine. You had a job. You got good friends that take you on crazy Why so greedy? Why the AWC? Why wrestling? What enjoyment could you possibly have in fighting other men, sometimes in What's the point? There is no point. There's only choices. I chose to wrestle. I chose the AWC. I chose it because it's what I do. I'm a fighter. Always have been. I lost my father. I lost my mother. I lost my way. This is givin' me the chance I've always wanted. I've always tried to do It's time to take control. 'Don't do it!' Van continues to stare at the sunrise, ignoring Entourage. 'At least, not until you sign over all your assets to Yours Unruly.' Van smirks, turning to meet Entourage halfway. They slap hands. 'Please. What assets?' 'Point.' Entourage thumbs back at the door. 'Anyway, PMS told me to come 'Aight. I'll be down in a sec.' 'I told her ain't shit to see in Memphis. But she done went and bought one of Entourage continues running off at the mouth as he pulls the door back open. 'Hey E?' Entourage stops and looks back. 'You think I can do this? I mean, seriously. Am I doin' the right thing, here?' 'Van. To be perfectly honest, it doesn't matter what I think. That's your Entourage smirks and disappears back into the building. Van turns back to 'Let's do this.' AWC
Drake (featuring Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem)
But Understand Nothin' Was Done For Me
I Don't Plan On Stoppin' At All
I Want This Shit Forever Man
past a Welcome to Memphis sign. His attention is on the road, eyes focused
and driven. The GPS on the dashboard provides minimal illumination to the
inside of the vehicle that belongs to Entourage, who happens to be leaned
back in the passenger seat, shades covering his eyes. He's snoring softly. The
peaceful body in the backseat belongs to Summer. She's curled up, sleeping
under a discarded sports jacket of Entourage's.
Entourage wakes up, lifting his shades to rub at his eyes.
Summer. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against her cheek.
She squirms, fighting silently against the possibility of waking up. Her eyes
flutter open and she immediately smiles upon seeing Van's face.
on the outside, stretching.
Memphis?'
climbs over the seat and hops out, stumbling slightly into Van's chest. His
reflexes make sure she doesn't hit the ground.
up, making sure Van understands how serious he is about this. 'I ain't playin',
Van. You know I hate the South.'
Edwin.'
the Edwin. V? Getcha' girl, man. Before she be walkin' home!'
the direction of the hotel's entrance.
luggage. Impromptu road trips tend to make such purchases a necessity.
Summer follows and leans against the car.
bag out of the trunk and turns to skip off towards the building. 'You're too
easy, Pryce!'
and shakes his head. 'Yeah. I am.'
to rise from the horizon. Behind him, the door is being held open by a brick.
Van is close to the edge, but not close enough for any harm to come of him.
ass road trips for no reason. Summer's crazy about you, so you could have a
girl if you'd just step up. So why do you need more?
tiny shorts, every week?
something for someone else. I've always been the one fighting for someone
else. Now, it's my turn. It's my turn to fight for myself. For what I want. To do
something with my life besides what everybody else wants.
up here and get you. She wants to hit breakfast early so we can go sight
seein' or somethin'.'
them damn tourist maps. She crazy, man.'
Van looks back over his shoulder.
problem, right there. You gotta' stop worryin' about what's out here...'
Entourage motions to the world at large. 'And start payin' attention to what's
in here.' Entourage plants a hand over his heart.
see the sun shining brightly, illuminating the morning and casting a glow
over his body.
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