Friends 39;til The End Full Movie
Kathy Douds
It's for real -- Jasmine's in love! She never thought she'd be boy-crazy like her girlfriends Camille, Alexis, and Angel, but now Jasmine and football star C.J. Taylor are inseparable -- they've even been voted the school's cutest couple. And with love in the air, everything seems to be going right: Jasmine's mom has allowed her and C.J. to go out on dates, and even her relationship with her brother Jaquan has improved. Maybe love is contagious!
But Jasmine's happiness is shattered when a neighborhood gang begins harassing Jaquan -- and trouble quickly escalates to tragedy. With C.J. and his family caught in the crossfire of lies and violence, Jasmine will have to hold on tighter than ever to her faith, to the friends who have never let her down...and to the belief that love truly does conquer all.
I winced as the pin pierced my left pinkie finger. My instinct was to bring the wound to my mouth and suck away the pain, but I knew my friends were counting on me. I was the last to go and the three of them had been waiting with bloody digits for me to complete the ritual.
Melanie nudged him, and he stepped forward so the four of us could link thumbs over the platter. Together we made a single hand formed by individual fingers, deliberately scarred so they could heal as one.
I open my mouth to call for help, but my voice is swallowed by the pain and the heat and the light. Where is that light coming from? I manage to crane my neck enough to see two headlights illuminating a path in the winding road.
Instead, the lines of the road sharpen. Beside me I notice the remnants of a freshly roadkilled squirrel. Across the expanse of pavement, I see a lonely mile marker denoted with a white 127 and a limp pine branch waiting for a heavy rain to snap it from its trunk. I hear small animals rustling on all sides. The riotous assault on my senses comes to an abrupt halt when a crackle of lightning strikes somewhere in the distance.
Melanie points to the dark side of the road. The man lifts his flashlight, illuminating a black car sitting at an angle, half in the woods, half out, with its front end smashed like an accordion into a tree.
I close the space between us and reach out to touch her to determine whether her seeing me is real or a very specifically torturous sector of Hell. She swats my hand away the instant I make contact with her shoulder. I smile at the simple joy of being able to feel her warm, breathing skin.
Bethany Neal writes young-adult novels with a little dark side and a lot of kissing from her Ann Arbor, Michigan home. She graduated from Bowling Green State University and is obsessed with (but not limited to): nail polish, ginormous rings, pigs, pickles, and dessert. My Last Kiss is her first novel.
Mina and Lucy are dear friends who often write letters to eachother. As their relationships with suitors progress, concerning details arise. Despite these troubles, they are there for eachother through it all.
My closest friend is a man who is a pastor of a small church. There are no secrets between us. There are no topics off the table for discussion. He knows all of my story, especially the dark and shameful parts. I know all of his as well. We have an ongoing dialogue about how God is working in our lives, what is happening in our hearts, and the challenges we face in our ministries. We mostly listen to each other and encourage one another.
Covenants were not signed. Nor were hands shaken. Covenants were cut. Animals were cut in half and blood was spilt to signify the vow that was being taken. The implication: if any of the parties back out on this covenant, may they also be cut as well.
So a covenant was meant to be enduring. It was to last. This is the way God came to His people, by making a covenant with them, an enduring connection. But it is also the way true friendship is pictured in the Bible as well. Ruth made a covenant with Naomi to go with her until she died. David made a covenant with Jonathan to be friends for the rest of their lives.
Each of these relationships endured to the end. Each of them were life-giving and life-sustaining. Each of them brought forth unexpected goodness. Each of them had the fingerprints of God all over them.
Jim,
As men, we cannot survive without this kind of brotherhood. I am so glad you have friends like that as there are so many men who do not. I am glad the blog post was both helpful and hopeful to you!