Its summer and three friends from Ohio graduate college, ready to start making their way in the real world.
Rhys; the eternal optimist who wants to be an actor and moves to Los Angeles.
Erick; the career man, seeking money and position who moves with him.
And Joey; the aspiring artist, who for the love of his girlfriend, Cheryl, stays behind in Ohio.
While attempting to follow their dreams each must face their share of personal and professional obstacles. Each is tested. Will they lose sight of themselves?
Will old friendships fall apart and new friendships form?
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“I’m really proud of you,” Rhys’ dad says, shaking his son’s hand and pulling him in for a hug. When he lets go, Rhys doesn’t speak, distracted by something two cars down. Rhys’ dad follows his son’s gaze to the unnaturally tan boy taking his cap off and shaking his head to try to fluff out his hair.
“Who’s that?” his dad asks, smirking at Rhys.
The guy checks his reflection in the side mirror and runs his fingers through his hair.
“Huh? Oh, just some guy.”
“Go talk to him,” his dad says, pushing him toward the guy.
“Dad, no,” Rhys says, blushing.
“Maybe I should tell your mother about him, she’ll talk to him for you,” his dad offers, a mischievous grin on his face.
“What’s that?” his mother asks, distracted by taking pictures of the buildings surrounding the quadrangle.
“Nothing.” Rhys sighs. “I hate you,” he whispers to his dad, a smile on his face as he walks down to the guy, who’s wearing a blue T-shirt and khaki shorts.
“Hey, Liam. Congratulations on graduating.”
“Yeah, thanks… you too.” Liam looks at Rhys like he’s trying to place him.
“Thanks. It’s Rhys, by the way. We had a couple of classes together.”
“Yeah, I know who you are.” Liam smiles. “You made that B*Witched documentary for our film editing class.”
“Yeah, I did. And you made a film about how Japanese Americans were treated during World War II. It was really good,” Rhys adds after a few seconds of silence.
“So, I gotta get going and meet my parents at their hotel.” Liam tosses his cap and gown in the trunk before getting in his car.
“Oh, right. Yeah, my family is waiting too.” Rhys turns toward them and sees his mom taking a picture of the guys talking. “Dammit.” He looks back at Liam and sees him smiling.
“Later,” Liam says, shutting the door and starting his car.
“Bye,” Rhys mumbles, turning and sulking back to his family. “That was so embarrassing!” he says when he reaches the car.
JOHN WILEY is currently a barista that hates coffee, but is really good at making it. When not writing, he likes to expose his cat to as many Christmas movies as possible. Just like his life, his biography is a work in progress.