Calvin Klepper was sitting on the couch in his parents living room.
It was busy, people circling all around the room, talking in low hushed voices, barely audible, but he took no mind to them. A few people stopped and tried to give him a refreshment, a drink or a snack, but he politely declined each time. He sat there and he didn't say a single word the entire time, and after the wake was over, Calvin stayed there late into the evening, well after his parents had gone to bed. Eventually he fell asleep on the couch, and the next morning, he woke to his mother making breakfast. He ate, then he drove to his well paying job, quit on the spot and headed to a local hardware store. Calvin bought a handful of various items, piled them all into his trunk and then drove back to his parents house. He outfitted their shed in the backyard with his new purchases, creating a small workshop of sorts, and he told them he'd be back in a bit. Calvin Klepper then drove to his apartment, told his landlord he wouldn't need the space anymore, and that he'd be moving back in with his folks. Calvin moved back into his childhood bedroom, did some light redecorating, and then, when his folks were asleep, he went back out to the shed, and he got to work. *** "Say cheese!" Calvin's mother, Amelia, said, snapping a picture. Calvin and his soon to be wife smiled, and then kissed after the photo was taken. Amelia turned away to speak to Calvin's father, Barry, momentarily, while allowed Calvin's wife, Stacy, to look at Calvin and straighten his tie. "Do I look okay?" Calvin asked, and Stacy smiled. "You look fantastic," she said quietly, patting his cheek, "did you trim your beard?" "Yeah, hah, I figured it should be somewhat presentable," Calvin said, "After all, we only get one wedding." "Unless I leave you and you remarry," Stacy said, "Not that I plan on doing that, but you never know. I might run into a celebrity, and I'm sorry baby, but you just can't compete with the likes of Brendan Fraser." "Oh I don't blame you, I'd leave you for Brendan too," Calvin said, making her laugh. Calvin had waited for this day for so long. As he watched Stacy be whisked away by his mother, so she could help prepare the flower girl - a sweet little neighbor girl named Annie - Calvin watched her and felt a warmth inside of him that nothing else in his whole life had ever given him. Calvin had met Stacy in college, but the two of them stayed friends until their last year, when she suddenly showed up to his dorm room one night because she heard the music he'd been playing from a party down the hall, and it turned out to be her favorite band. The two stayed in his dorm the entire night, just talking about music and themselves, and went to breakfast the next morning. They were seriously involved less than a week later. Stacy had chestnut colored hair and almond colored eyes, both differing shades of brown but both so beautiful, and each seemed to glitter when the light hit them. She had majored in nursing, hoping to get a job as a school nurse, which Calvin found sweet. Soon they had an apartment together, and shortly after that, Stacy was pregnant. A year later, they had a pair of twin baby girls named Chelsea and Lacie, and Calvin finally realized what he'd been longing for his entire life...fatherhood. He could still recall the day they were born, and he stood there looking at her while Stacy got some sleep. He promised he'd never let anything happen to them, or his wife either, really. Sadly, Calvin would find out, that was a harder promise to keep than he expected. *** Calvin was sitting in his car, a pair of binoculars strung around his neck, as he waited. He sighed and checked his watch again. After so many months, you'd think he would've known this mans schedule by now, but no. He was still guessing, at best. He picked up his book on the seat beside him, the one he'd gotten from the local library, and started skimming it again. He wanted to have everything perfect. Then he heard a door slam shut, and he quickly dropped the book, raised the binoculars to his eyes and watched. There he was. Robert Grudin. Clean cut, nice suit, approachable haircut, perfect smile. Bastard. Absolute bastard. Swore up and down he was running on a platform that was meant to help keep the streets safe, keep families afloat, but Calvin knew it was all just a lie. He waited until he saw Grudin disappear into the building he'd parked in front of, then quickly got out of his car, raced across the street and knelt down, taking measurements. He pulled the pencil from his teeth, jotting numbers down in a little notepad, then once he was finished, shoved the measuring tape back in his pants pocket and headed back for his car, taking off before Grudin ever reemerged. Halfway home he spotted a "Choosin' Grudin!" sign plunged into someones lawn, and, his blood beginning to boil, he quickly pulled off to the curb, hopped out, raced up to the lawn and yanked the post from the dirt. He then walked back to the street and bashed it against the curb and his car until the entire thing lay in tatters. Satisfied at his destruction, Calvin then climbed back into his car and headed home. He'd chosen Grudin, all right. He just hadn't chosen him to be elected. *** "Can I help you?" a voice asked, making Calvin jump in his skin a little as he turned in the aisle, spotting Wyatt's face. Wyatt didn't recognize him, that was for sure. Calvin scratched his forehead and blinked a few times before speaking. "Yeah I'm...I'm looking for a fertilizer, a certain kind, immodium nitrate," Calvin said, his voice sounding hoarse, like he'd spent the entire day screaming. "For sure, we have that. You redoing your backyard, or is this something or a job?" Wyatt asked, leading Calvin down towards another aisle, adding, "I only ask because it's not generally the one people buy to do small gardening around their home. We have much nicer stuff." "You work here?" "I own this place," Wyatt said, grinning, "Well, my dad owns it, but I basically own it now. He's long since retired and leaves me to do everything." "Good gig." "Not a bad life, no." "...yeah, I'm in landscaping," Calvin said, lying, "I need quite a bit of it, maybe all you got." "Doing a large project?" Wyatt asked. "Country club," Calvin said. "Well, then we got you covered," Wyatt said. Wyatt helped Calvin pick out his bags, and even helped him load them to his car. Standing there in the parking lot afterwards, Wyatt patted the trunk and then shook Calvin's hand, still smiling like an idiot. "Good luck on your job, man. If you need anything else, come back and I'll see what I can do," he said. Calvin wondered why he'd been so concerned about seeing Wyatt at the reunion now. He hadn't even recognized him. Why would he, anyway. It wasn't like they were friends. Wyatt had been somewhat kind to Calvin in high school, but more often than not he'd also antagonized him quite a bit, and that left Calvin with some bitter memories he wished he could forget. His parents were on a small vacation to see his aunt a few hours away, so Calvin had the house to himself for a bit. He decided he would need caffeine in order to get some of this job done, staying up so late, so he pulled off into yet another parking lot, hoping to get some coffee. Calvin entered the coffee shop, and waited in line. When he finally got to the front, he was surprised to see, of all people, Rachel Minnow standing on the opposite side of the counter from him. She was in an apron with a dorky little hat, and she immediately recognized him. "I didn't know you worked here," Calvin said, "I swear I'm not a stalker." "Please, stalk me, make my life more interesting," Rachel replied, monotone, "What do you want?" "Uh, large plain black, and some kind of muffin if you have any," he said. "We have blueberry, raspberry, strawberry, peach, apple-" Rachel said, quickly listing them off until he interrupted her. "I just want a muffin, I don't wanna start a fuckin' farm," he said, making her smirk. "Go take a seat, I'll bring your coffee and surprise you with something," Rachel said, "my break is coming up anyway." Calvin seated himself near the window, furthest away from everyone. After about 8 minutes, Rachel finally brought him his coffee and a small platter of different muffins. She seated herself across from him and had a cup of coffee for herself too. She picked up a muffin and took a bite, watching as he sipped his coffee. "Weren't you like, a successful artist?" Calvin asked, "Didn't you get accepted to like a really prestigious art academy?" "Wow, bring up my failings immediately, cool," Rachel said, "Cause I don't think about those enough on a daily basis." "Sorry," Calvin said, laughing, "I didn't...I'm not good at talking to people, even people I've already met. I'm just kinda surprised to see you working in like a half assed coffee shop. Hey, you're not the only one, alright? I failed plenty." "Good to know I'm in the presence of such spectacular failing company," Rachel said, smirking, taking another bite of her muffin and eating it before continuing; "I just...I was, yeah, I was accepted, and I went. And uh, I was doing pretty well, getting noticed by agents and even galleries during student presentation weeks, but it didn't really pan out." "...how's being an artist not pan out? I mean, aren't you kind of your own boss?" Calvin asked. "Uh, because about 3 years in, I tried to drive my car off a bridge," Rachel said, "I should explain, it wasn't...it wasn't intentional, at least I don't think. I was given medication for a few different medical issues, and I guess they didn't really mix well, and then I went to this really fancy gallery show one night and I drank a little and that only exacerbated the issues all the more and before I knew it I was heading home and I kind of...fell asleep at the wheel, I think? I don't know if it's a dream or I hallucinated. I saw this...this totally strange looking horse standing in the road, and you could see through his skin, and you could see his skeleton and his insides and...I don't know, the next thing I know I was being taken to the hospital and people thought I was suicidal and that was the end of school." "Jesus," Calvin mumbled, sipping his coffee, "that's horrific." "I fucking hate horses," Rachel said under her breath, "annyyyywaay, what about you? How'd you fuck up so badly?" "...actually I didn't," Calvin said, "I was doing great. For as shitty an adolescence as I had, as terrible as high school was, I actually flourished in college. Met a woman, got married, had two daughters. Things were...kind of perfect, storybook life." "And what, you don't have any of that anymore?" Rachel asked. "...no," Calvin said, "no I don't." "But you didn't do anything to make them leave?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, I didn't," Calvin said, "...someone else did." This only made Rachel all the more curious, but she decided not to push it, and instead she changed the subject. *** Calvin was making dinner that night. He was making his wifes favorite dinner, and he already had the table settings placed. He was humming along to the song blasting out the radio in the kitchen, and was just about to take the meal out of the oven when the phone rang. He picked up. "Hello?" he asked, expecting Stacy, but it wasn't Stacy; he waited then replied, "...yes, this is Calvin Klepper, why?" Calvin couldn't really remember much after that. He remembered dropping the phone, hearing it break. He remembered the sound of the timer on the oven blasting away, indicating his meal was burning, and he remembered falling slowly to this knees, panting, clawing his way to a wall until he slid further down, finally laying facedown on the kitchen floor. Eventually his neighbor in the apartment next door came over to see if he was okay, and when she finally got him off the floor and he told her he needed help, she agreed to drive him. It was over so quickly, they told him. Stacy and the girls probably didn't even suffer, because it was so fast, so swift, so headon. When Calvin learned that a local potential politician was responsible for the accident, he was told there'd be justice. He was told that somebody of this caliber couldn't get away with something so horrific, and he'd stupidly believed them. What was he thinking? Of course famous people could get away with anything. And then, the clincher, a few weeks later during a press conference was when he heard the very same man who'd killed his family - who never took any blame for this act whatsoever - say out loud that he'd buckle down on public intoxication, and that families had a right to safe streets. That was what pushed Calvin over the edge. Later that night, still stewing in rage from the hypocrisy, he stumbled onto a show on the History network all about bombs, and that lit an idea within his brain. Yes. That was the night Calvin Klepper decided he would blow up Robert Grudin. *** Calvin was standing outside the classroom, reading a book as he waited for the door to unlock and class to begin. He heard a few other students join the area, but he didn't pay any attention to them. It wasn't until he heard a backpack be set down right next to him that he finally looked up, only to see Wyatt Bloom standing there, leaning against the wall. Wyatt grinned. "Isn't this cool, man?" Wyatt asked. "...what?" Calvin asked. "Shop class, dude," Wyatt said, "Like, all the tools and stuff. Get to learn how to bend metal and make it do whatever we want. It's gonna be sick." Wyatt then offered Calvin some gum, which he graciously accepted, unwrapping and popping it into his mouth, chewing. "My dad owns like a hardware store, and so I get to hang out there a lot and look at all the tools, and some of them look so dangerous, but you just know they're fun. I'm gonna make a buncha stuff," Wyatt said, chewing his own stick of gum before adding, "Wouldn't it be cool to make something unexpected though? Like, make a bomb or something?" Calvin nodded. "Yes. It would be cool to make a bomb," he replied. *** Calvin awoke in his parents shed the following morning, having fallen asleep at the table he was working at. He stretched, yawned, then stood up. He grabbed the now empty coffee cup on the table near him and shook it, before thinking. Calvin headed inside, and he took a shower, then he got dressed, then he went to the coffee shop. When he entered, he saw Rachel sitting at a table, reading a magazine. Calvin sauntered over to her and plopped himself down in the chair across from her, surprising her. "Oh, hey," she said, "What're you doing here? It's really early." "...you wanna go get some breakfast?" Calvin asked. "I guess, my shift doesn't start for like another hour," Rachel said, checking her watch, "But sure, let's do that." Calvin drove Rachel to a nearby diner, where they sat in a booth and ordered. He offered to pay for everything. Sitting there, Rachel couldn't imagine why this weird guy she barely knew from high school was asking her to breakfast, but she did at least feel as though it wasn't for any romantic kind of reasons. "So," Calvin said, putting his menu down, "You ever meet up with Sun?" "No, she never showed," Rachel replied, "I was stupid to think she would. I just...I guess I thought she might, and that'll teach me to ever have hope." "Hah," Calvin chuckled, "Why did you wanna see her so bad anyway? You guys weren't really friends, right, you said it yourself." "I..." Rachel stammered, unsure of what to say, until she started sniffling, making Calvin reach across the table and hold her hand; she finally managed to say, "...I was so in love with her, and it's never gone away. I just wanted to see her again. See how well she's doing. See if maybe she...I don't know. It's so hard to be unable to be with a person you care about so much." Calvin nodded, saying, "Yeah, I know what you mean." So Calvin and Rachel ate their breakfast, talked for a bit, and he took her back to work. They agreed to hang out again soon, before Calvin headed back to his parents house. He locked the door once back inside the shed, an entire palette of coffee cups in a brown styrofoam holder placed on the table beside all his tools and effort. He sighed and looked back at the photo on the wall, running his fingers across it. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He had to do this. For everyone who'd ever had someone taken away from them, in one way or another. Calvin set up his materials and got back to work on his bomb. Grudin had promised that he'd make the streets safer, and Calvin was going to hold him to that promise. The way Calvin saw it... ...by removing Grudin entirely, the streets would be safer.
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