Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 19:23:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: kyle soderberg <ujinmo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Karmas a Bitch Chapter VI

	The usual disclaimer applies if you shouldn't read this then don't.
For instance if your underage or not allowed this type of material where
your from.  First off I've been having a lot of fun writing this story and
for the most part I've gotten great responses from the ladies (yes I said
ladies they read this stuff to) and gentlemen that read it.  So keep the
comments coming.  What has surprised me is that I've asked for any
suggestions anyone might have for the characters and so far I haven't
really gotten any.  Its not that I don't have my own ideas its just I'm
giving my readers an opportunity to be a part of it. After the last chapter
a friend of mine asked me if I was angry when I wrote it and the answer is
no, I was trying to put some real emotion into the characters.  For some
reason they seem less and less like they could be real people and that's
something I do not want.  I'm trying to make this tale seem like it could
really happen and hope everyone else feels that way.  Anyway enough of my
rant lets get onto the story.



CHAPTER VI

"Taz's rumble with disaster"



	Sunday evening Taz returned to the dorms he took a look around the
parking lot and realized that both Ross's and Kyle's cars were gone and he
saw a big van just leave.  When he got to his room he found his door open.
He stepped inside expecting to be meeting his new roommate.  Instead what
he found was a woman in her late forties going through his things.  She
hadn't noticed him yet so he took in what was before him.  There were boxes
stacked up around the other bed.  Most of the posters he had put up on his
side of the room had been taken down and placed on his bed. His dresser
drawers were half open and looked like they had been ransacked.  The bed
itself was pulled from the wall a bit and half of his things were removed
from his half of the closet.  Its no wonder he went off scaring the woman
who went ash white.

T "What are you doing?!  What are you doing in my room?!  Am more
importantly who they hell are you?!"

P "Oh my you scared me."

T "I don't care if I gave you a heart attack what do you think your doing
trashing my room?"

P "I'm Peggy and this is my son Leslie's room.  And as for your stuff I'm
checking for drugs, I don't want my son exposed to that kind of thing."

T "If you're his mom then he should be here not you and you have no right
going through my things I'm calling the cops!"

P "There is no need for that I am just trying to protect my Leslie.  And
when we walked in here earlier and saw how unclean your lifestyle is I had
to check."

T "Unclean?  How can you say that if anything I'm a neat freak I never
leave a mess?"

P "I am not talking about how tidy you are I am talking about the satanic
posters and disturbing items in here."

T "Oh my god lady you cant be serious!  Get with the times it's called
having a personality and for your information I'm not into Satan.  Those
posters are of bands I like, I am a musician and as long as I put them up
on my side of the room you have no say in the matter."

	At this she was at a loss there was nothing wrong with what he was
saying but Peggy was a woman who never backed down.  Unfortunately for her
neither was Taz and even worse he was perfectly within his right to be
upset.  He pulled out his phone and called campus security.  As he spoke
into his phone she started to panic she didn't think he would really call
the police.

T "Hello yes I need someone to come to my room right away there's some
woman here claiming to be my roommates mother and she is tearing the room
apart trashing my things." ********** No there is no one else here.
************* Yes thank you I'm in the freshmen dorm, second floor, room
204.  ********** Ya ill still be here.  Bye."

	By this time Kyle had returned home from work, he walked up to
Taz's door to see if he wanted to go out and do something since Ross
wouldn't be home till after ten.  As he approached the Taz's door he heard
the tail end of the phone conversation.

K "Yo my man what's... whoa what happened to your room?"

T "This bitch tore it up.  She says she is my roommates mom and said I'm
already a bad influence on her son."

	That's when Kyle noticed someone else in the room.  When he looked
at her he cocked his head in recognition.  Her eyes went wide she knew this
boy also.

K "Mrs. Kramer?  What are you doing here?"

P "I remember you, you're the boy that caused that disturbance at my
Leslie's graduation. Now I know I need to get my son out of here."

T "Boy lady you've got a lot of nerve to go there.  If you anything about
what really happened then you would know better then to say anything to him
about it."

K "Don't worry she doesn't bother me.  Everyone back home knows that the
whole family is a bunch of stuck up snobs.  They have too much money and
think they are better then everyone else.  Well if you're here where is
Leslie or should I say Lesby."

T "Lesby?"

P "Don't you call my son that.  Its not his fault he is so frail."

K "Frail?  That's not what I would call it.  What till you see him Taz then
your know why we used to call him Lesby.  If he wasn't such an arrogant
prick he wouldn't still be called it."

	Just then Leslie showed up with his dad toting bags from McDonalds.
He was a little guy maybe 5'5" at best, toe head blonde and from what the
guys could see really thin.  Taz immediately knew what Kyle was talking
about this boy looked more like a militant girl then a boy.  Leslie took a
look around the room then narrowed his eyes on his mom.

L "Dad take mom and go, Ill take care of this mess.  Ill call you
tomorrow."

P "Now Leslie lets not..."

L "I said go, NOW!"

	Leslie's dad just patted him on the shoulder and grabbed Peggy by
the arm dragging her out.  Taz and Kyle stood there shocked not knowing
what to make of Leslie's outburst or his fathers compliance.

	By this time the campus police showed up.  Taz let them know what
had happened with Leslie filling in the gaps.  They filed a report and told
Leslie that if his mom wanted to come back to campus she would have to
report in first before she could come to the dorms.  After the cops left
both guys just looked at Leslie with disdain on their faces making it
obvious that they shouldn't believe anything he said.  Leslie looked down
at his hands fidgeting unable to look either one in the eyes.

L "I'm sorry about her I should have known she was up to something when she
suggested we go get McDonalds.  She would never eat that."

K "Why should we believe anything you say.  I've known you for a long time
and you are nothing but a stuck up, egotistical, elitist asshole.  But, at
the same time I know you're a fake."

L "And you're right I have been an asshole as well as many other unsavory
things."

	Both guys stood there stunned at the admission.  Leslie didn't stop
there he looked strait into Kyle's eyes determined to make his point.

L "I know it's going to take some time for you to believe me but I truly am
sorry.  There's a different side to me that I've never been able to show
because of my mother.  My whole life my mother has been in control.  My dad
died when I was just a baby and my mother seemed to just blow it off.  She
has family money and is set for life and I didn't get anything unless she
deemed me worthy of it, so I've had to do anything and everything she
wanted so I could stay on her good side.  My only friend has been my step
dad and one other guy.  I cant believe he stood up to her and dragged her
out of here, now I feel bad cause I know he is going to pay for it later."

	Taz looked to Kyle hoping to gauge his reaction.  But Kyle stood
there with his arms crossed over his chest seeming annoyed.  Kyle stared
into Leslie's eyes searching for the lies he knew had to be there but
couldn't find any.  Taz couldn't take the silence that followed and spoke
up needing to break some of the tension.

T "Well if you are so eager to please your mom why are you here instead of
some fancy school, she didn't seem happy to have you here."

K "Ya you had perfect grades.  From what I heard you were going to Harvard
or Yale."

	Leslie went over and sat on his bed.  He still wasn't comfortable
with his new situation even if it was for the better.

L "I don't have to worry about what my mother wants anymore.  My real dads
father passed away this summer and being his only grandson left everything
to me.  It's sad because Ill miss him I used to spend my summers with him.
But now my mother has no say in what I do.  I never wanted to be a lawyer
like she wanted; I want to be a teacher.  I heard you and a few other guys
talk about going here so I checked it out and signed up.  She only came
with me because she doesn't want to lose me so she is acting like she
supports my decision."

K "Tough break kid but I still don't trust you.  Well Taz I'm going to go
get cleaned up Ross will be home soon and we are going to dinner your
welcome to join us."

T "Sure let me clean up this mess and ill be right over."

L "Um Kyle?"

K "What now?"

L "Can we talk tomorrow there's some stuff I really need to talk to you
about. I came early because I was hoping to find you and talk to you before
classes started.  Its important."

K "Fine but don't get your hopes up I'm still not satisfied."

	Kyle left to go clean up.  Taz started to put things back in his
closet but the anger from why he had to do it still bothered him.

L "So your name is Taz?"

T "No its Taylor.  My friends call me Taz, you can call me Taylor.  Ya know
what, I'm really not in the mood to clean this up now, Ill do it when I get
back."

	Taz left leaving Leslie to his guilt over what happened.  Leslie
was so lonely he couldn't stand it he hoped that after his talk with Kyle
things would get better.  Before he began unpacking his own things he
straitened up Taz's things and put his posters back up.  He thought maybe
the small gesture would gain him some points with the dark featured Adonis.
No wait he couldn't start up those kinds of thoughts he couldn't risk being
on the wrong side of things.  Tomorrow, tomorrow will be a better day it
had to be.





	Well was this what anyone was expecting?  I hope not.  Want to keep
everyone on their toes.  Anyone care to guess what Leslie wants to talk to
Kyle about?  If I'm getting any better at this then it's going to be a
surprise.  As usual any comments are welcome at ujinmo@yahoo.com