Outbreak Chronicles: Living for Today
Chapter Two - The Rymans Question the Need for a Phone
"Kevin, I just don't feel like it right now. Unlike you, I can't always be in the mood."
"Please, babe? It's been over a week!"
He sat on the couch, pulled Alyssa onto his lap, and started to rub her shoulders. She began to relax, and leaned her head back, on his shoulder.
"I know what you're trying to do. The massage is nice, but my answer isn't going to change," Alyssa said in a low voice.
Kevin grinned. "We'll see." He leaned forward and poked his head over her shoulder, then turned to kiss her, though she playfully refused. Being anything but a quitter, he instead traced kisses down her jawline then down her neck, pausing several times to nip and nibble a little. Once he reached the bottom, he retraced his path going back up, teasing even more, until he heard her take a sharp breath.
"Dammit, Kevin!" She gasped, not entirely as annoyed as she wanted to sound.
Score. This time, as he retraced his trail along her jaw, she turned her head towards him so their lips could meet. They kissed for what felt both like hours and mere seconds at the same time, but when Kevin, panting, parted from her lips to speak, she would say yes to anything to get him back into that kiss.
"Come on... Let's do it...right here...," Kevin muttered. Then he waited patiently for her answer. She could feel his hot breath on her face, since they were only inches apart.
Alyssa was panting too, but managed to force out an answer. "Yeah... Right here." Then she claimed his lips again, pulling him on top of her, their shirts flung to the floor. Swiftly, he undid her bra exposing her--
"Dammit!" Alyssa said, sitting up.
"What?" Kevin responded, confused.
"You didn't hear that?" She stood up, staring down at him.
"Hear what?" Kevin asked, standing up as well.
"Shh! Listen..." Alyssa said with a look of hopelessness on her face.
A crying sound could be heard coming from the walkie-talkie-like device on the coffee table to their left.
Kevin groaned, flopping back down on the couch. "Dammit... She's awake..."
Alyssa put a hand thorugh Kevin's hair then sat down next to him, sighing. "So...you want me to go see what she wants, or...?"
Kevin smiled wearily. "Something tells me she might be hungry, but I guess I'll come with you anyway."
Alyssa slipped her shirt back on, then grabbed her bra off the couch and held it up in front of Kevin. "Well, at least you saved me some of the trouble..."
"Wasn't my intention," he said with a laugh. He followed her into Allison's room.
She went over to the crib and lifted her child out. Rocking her gently in her arms, she talked to her in a soothing voice. Allison continued to wail loudly.
"Yeah, she must be hungry. Unless..." Alyssa checked the baby's diaper, then looked at Kevin. "I feed her, you change her diapers. Fair enough, right?"
"What? No!" Kevin protested.
"You know, the sooner we take care of Allison, the sooner we can get back to what we were doing...," she said with a smirk.
Kevin rolled his eyes. "Oh, fine. But you do it next time!"
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Jim held the phone to his ear, waiting impatiently for someone to pick up.
"Hello?" a male voice answered, after a few rings.
"Yo, it's me!" Jim cried.
There was a small groan on the other end. "...Hi, Jim."
"Man, you don't sound too happy to hear from me. Guess you don't want these tickets...," Jim said in a sullen-sounding voice.
Kevin sighed. "What tickets?"
"The tickets to Vanessa's show," Jim replied, cheering up immediately. "I wanted to come and drop 'em off, maybe hang out for a while."
Jim's voice was loud enough to carry over to to Alyssa, who was shaking her head vigorously whilst mouthing the word 'No' over and over. Kevin got the hint.
"Uh, why don't you just mail them? We don't want you to go through the trouble...," he said.
"It ain't no trouble. 'Sides, me an' Tori are taking some 'time off' again, so I wouldn't mind hangin' with ma other peeps."
"No, really, it's--"
"I'll see ya sometime next week! Peace!" Click.
Alyssa put her hand to her forehead as Kevin slowly hung up the phone. "You know, I really wonder if he does it on purpose. If he knows he annoys the hell out of us, and hangs around us to bug us more," she said.
"No, I think he's clueless. It's Jim, after all," Kevin replied, sighing again. He suddenly looked at the phone as it rang again.
"What the hell? Oh, that's it," Alyssa cried, stomping over to the phone and snatching it up. "Listen up, Jim--"
"Um, honey, what if it's not--" Kevin started.
"--I don't wanna see your sorry ass within ten feet of my door! We tolerate you because of what we've all been through together, but that doesn't me we want to be your freakin' buddies! You just mail those tickets, and if you won't do that, then you can just shove them up your ass! Do you understand me?" Alyssa finished, stopping to catch her breath.
"Um, excuse me...," came a quivering female voice on the other end of the line.
"Oh, shit," Alyssa muttered. Her tone turned apologetic as she blushed in embarassment. "Sorry about that. I...thought you were someone else."
"That's alright, Mrs...Ryman?" the woman on the phone replied. She still sounded a little shaky from getting chewed out for no apparent reason, but her tone was beginning to turn business-like.
"Yeah, that's me. Who's this?" Alyssa asked.
"Well, I'm Cheryle, and I'm calling about a fantastic offer. Our product will not only blow your mind, but--"
"Wait, wait, WAIT. You're calling to sell me something?" Alyssa demanded coldly.
"Um, yes. Now if you'll just hear me out, I'm sure you--"
"We've got everything we need, thanks," the angry blonde snapped. "And you know, we get enough unwanted phone calls without scum like you harassing us. So if you ever call us again...well, let's just say I can bitch a lot more than what you've heard today."
She slammed the phone into the cradle. Turning to Kevin, she growled, "I don't know how they keep finding out our number." Kevin chuckled, and she gave him a dirty look. "What's so funny?"
"You should take all our calls from now on. I mean, if Umbrella ever tapped our line, they'd just be scared shitless."
"Ha. Ha. Ha," Alyssa mock-laughed, "Look, Allison's only gonna be asleep for a few more hours, so Do you wanna finish what we started or not?"
"You said you weren't in the mood..." Kevin said teasingly.
"Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
Alyssa crawled on top of him, practically jumped, and kissed him fiercely, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt, then pulled away about an inch or two from his face, uttering only two words before clicking off the lamp on the end table and claiming his lips again,
"Shut up."
.o End of Chapter o.