A/N: I write this in memory of the late Home Alone actor, John Heard
December 2017
Scene Song: "Promise" ~ Eve 6
Thirty-seven year old Kevin stood in front of his bedroom, floor length mirror with a cigarette hanging out of hi mouth. He was trying to put his long, blond hair into a ponytail before grabbing his bags and jumping onto the next flight back to Chicago, back to home for the Christmas holiday. As he finished tying his hair into a ponytail, he heard his cell phone ring. Shit, he knew who it was - either mom or dad.
On the fourth ring, he rushed over to his cell phone and answered as he took his cigarette from his mouth.
"Yeah mom or - dad, I'm on the next flight out now alright? Damn." Kevin said with a laugh, as he blew cigarette smoke from his mouth.
Silence came on the other end of the line. Kevin frowned, confused.
"Mom?" Kevin said. "Dad? I -"
Kevin stopped, took his cell phone from his ear and looked at the caller-ID on his phone. Yup, it was coming from his parents' house all right. Kevin scoffed and put the phone back to his ear.
"Mom? I know it's either you or dad because I've got damn caller-ID." Kevin said with a laugh.
Then he heard a woman on the other end of the line clear her voice.
"Yes Kevin, it's mom." Kate said.
Kevin was quiet, listening to his mother's tone. It sounded off, it sounded - wrong.
"Mom, you alright?" Kevin asked. "You don't sound ok."
"Yeah I just - get home as soon as you can Kevin ok?" Kate said.
Kevin frowned for a brief moment, not getting why his mother sounded - different than she usually did in calls.
"Um, ok. I'm leaving now alright?" Kevin replied.
"Good, love you honey." Kate said in an almost breaking tone of voice.
Before Kevin could respond any further, Kate hung up.
Kevin took the phone from his ear and couldn't shake the "off" feeling he felt in hearing his mother's tone of voice. Was there something wrong? Did something happen? Shit did fucking Harry and Marv get out of prison or where ever the hell they were and decide to try a round three of terrorizing his family? Kevin didn't want to wait a second longer to find out. He knew his mother and he knew was things sounded right and when things sounded wrong and at that moment, things sounded very wrong with her.
As he grabbed his black, jean jacket and his long, black, roller suitcase and his keys, he headed for the door of his house.
~ The Airport ~
As Kevin got through all the shit that it took to get pass TSA security, he settled into his comfy, window seat on the airplane, relaxed himself in his chair, rested his head back, closed his eyes and -
Scene Song: "Pumped Up Kicks" ~ Foster The People
~ Dream Sequence - Kevin and Peter when Kevin was fourteen years old ~
Kevin and Peter walked out onto the basketball court in the backyard of Kate and Peter's house, on a warm, summer day as Kevin twirled a basketball around on his finger.
"Dad you sure you want to do this?" Kevin said with a smirk. "You can hardly beat me at Chess, what makes you think you're going to beat me at basketball?"
Peter laughed.
"Because I was on the basketball team in high school." Peter said with a smile. "And I was good."
"Yeah for like one year, and then you quit because you had asthma." Kevin said with a laugh that was shared with Peter.
"Alright, well let's see then tough guy, pass the ball. Let's play." Peter said.
"Alright, this isn't going to be pretty." Kevin said before tossing Peter the ball.
As Peter caught the ball, he began dribbling it and trying to get around Kevin who was blocking him, and as Peter tossed the ball up to throw it into the basket, Kevin hit the ball out of Peter's hand and grabbed it before it hit the ground. As Kevin began dribbling the ball all around the court, Peter blocked all around Kevin while trying numerous times to snatch the ball from him - unsuccessfully.
As Kevin rushed up to the basketball hoop, he jumped up and tossed the ball in the hoop, making a perfect shot.
"Oh! And that's how you do it dad!" Kevin said with a laugh and while clapping.
"Alright, so you got me that one time." Peter said with a smile. "But -"
"I'll get you every time when it comes to basketball." Kevin said with a smile. "So - you give up or are you thirsty for more?"
"Aww shut up." Peter jokingly replied before playfully throwing the ball at Kevin's face.
~ Christmas Time With Kevin & Peter When Kevin was Four Years Old ~
As Kevin lied in bed, Peter sat on the edge of the bed, reading him a bedtime story.
"And as Prince William slayed the fiery, mean dragon, the townspeople of Leeds thanked Prince William for saving them and they all lived happily from that moment on." Peter said before closing the book he was reading.
"That was a good story dad." Kevin said.
"Yeah it should be, you have me read it to you every night, slugger." Peter said as he playfully pinched Kevin's nose, making Kevin laugh. "So Christmas is tomorrow, you excited about being able to open all your gifts Santa's going to bring you tonight?"
Kevin nodded.
"You think Santa will bring you everything you want?" Peter asked.
"Yeah," Kevin replied. "Santa is always a great gift giver. He's already given me one heck of a great gift so far in my lifetime."
"Oh yeah, what's that kiddo?" Peter replied.
"A great dad like you." Kevin replied.
Peter stared at Kevin touched.
"All Kevin, that's so sweet." Peter said as he pulled Kevin up and hugged him. "You're a great kid too, you know that?"
"Good so that means I can have a raise in my allowance?" Kevin said.
Peter laughed.
"Mr. McCallister?" A female voice called. "Mr. McCallister wake up?"
~ End Dream Sequence ~
As Kevin sat in his seat, on the airplane - asleep, a female, airline attendant was shaking him to awaken.
"Mr. McCallister," the airline attendant said, "the plane has landed, it's time for you to exit."
Kevin slowly opened his eyes and frowned with a yawn. As he sat up, he looked all around and saw the plane was empty.
"Oh damn, I'm sorry." Kevin said as he stood up from his seat.
Scene Song: "Three Libras" ~ A Perfect Circle (Acoustic)
As Kevin walked out of the airport, his roller suitcase in hand, he dialed his parents' number as he walked to a cab parked out front of the airport. However the number just rang repeatedly with no answer.
Kevin stopped in front of the cab as his parents' answering machine came on.
"Hey mom, it's Kevin. I was just calling to let you know, my flight landed. I'm here in Chicago and on my way there. Perhaps you guys are out - ice skating or something. If I get there and you all aren't there well then - I'll just do what I did when I was eight - you remember?"
Kevin laughed and then looked very serious.
"Anyway, love you mom, dad, see you and everyone when I get there." Kevin added before ending the call and hopping into the cab.
As Kevin rode in the backseat of the cab, he had hoped nothing was wrong, he had hoped that his mother's tone of voice was just - odd but that it didn't signal anything being wrong. Kevin hoped that was the case, but deep down, he had a feeling, a very strong feeling that the case was anything but that.
