Title: A Trip Down Mem'ry Lane
Summary: - I swear it to you, I didn't plan it to happen this way. About two years ago, if someone told me that I was going to jump into my favorite movie and take the world by storm with the cutest guy in the Milky Way... well, I would've believed them. But that's an issue for a different time. -
Disclaimer: None is mine. None.
Reginald, New Jersey was a superbly boringly regularly original town. The houses weren't expensive, there was one movie theatre and one seafood place and one frozen yogurt and one Starbucks and one of a bunch of other things. So naturally, something fantastically amazing happens to an innocent citizen in that boring town and the citizen is saved from nothing by a knight in tin armor, blah blah blah.
Well it did actually happen. Buuuut... that innocent citizen was my 70 year old next door neighbor who won the lottery. Some retired old scientist guy kidnapped her for too much ransom money and she was never seen again.
What, he had a weird tin helmet!
"Kiwi. Kimmy. Kimmy Chin! Kimberly!"
Smack.
"Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Kimberly." I hissed, a dangerous gleam in my cold jade green eyes. In less than a millisecond, though, I transformed back into Happi Kiwi, the not-so-bright, bubbly, obsessive 19 year old girl. "Yes Issa?"
My best friend Isabella was used to these transformations, but she did hold her head where I'd hit her with the nearest hard object - a Webster's dictionary. "It's rainy and stormy," she mumbled, "and there's a first showing of that magician movie, Now You See Me."
"You had me at the word magician," I joked, me being a magician myself. "When's the movie start?"
Issa grinned excitedly. "Half an hour. God, Dave Franco is SO hot!"
I rolled my eyes. Trust Issa to drool over the hot guys while I'll probably just stand (or sit) there like a fish out of water, wondering how they did all of their tricks.
Issa was still ranting. "And Mark Ruffalo! THE HULK IS IN THIS MOVIE KIWI!"
"Who's Mark Buffalo?" I questioned. Also trust Issa to fangirl over every single actor in any movie. Her mom works at Warner Bros, so she basically knows everything about every actor and actress anywhere.
Issa flicked my head impatiently with a perfectly manicured purple nail. "You're hopeless, Kiwi. C'mon, let's go. We'll take my car. Just leave a note for your mom." I quickly scribbled down a note - 'Issa and I going to movies. Be back soon. xoxo, Kim'. Issa checked over my note (we've had some pretty bad experiences with my mom and unspecific notes) before deeming it worthy and almost dragging me out to her car.
She was really excited for this one. Ohboi.
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"Close your eyes."
"Now when we count to three, open them."
"One."
"Two."
Silence.
It was basically a minute before I realized that they hadn't said three yet and my eyes were still closed while everyone else was leaving. Issa tapped me on the shoulder and I stood up. "I totally meant to just sit there," I mumbled awkwardly.
"That movie," Issa started.
"Was AWESOME!" We both chorused.
All the way home, I was rating, and Issa was basically hyperventilating.
"And the bubble trick-"
"Dave Franco-"
"And Rhodes-"
"Dave Franco-"
"And the whole Lionel Shrike thing-"
"Dave Franco-"
"THE QUARTERBACK!"
"AND DANLEY!"
"Issa," I paused. "Who the fuck is Danley?"
"It's the Danny/Henley couple name, duh!" Issa breathed.
"DANELY FOREVER!" I cried happily, throwing my hands up in the air. Rain pounded viciously on the window and I sighed in happiness as Issa and I once more began ranting about our new favorite movie.
"Shot the bed!" Issa grinned and swerved into my driveway at a semi-dangerous speed.
"Shot the laptop," I shrugged, hopping out of the car and running up to my room.
Issa and I had a routine whenever we saw a new movie. Issa would read every Fanfiction they had about that movie and I'd write a new one. Then, she'd bug me every day until I finished a new chapter and she could post it on our account. Issa always got my bed to read and I got my laptop to write.
My awesome yet ancient laptop buzzed as it started to heat up. Issa flicked her boots off and collapsed into my bed as she turned on her phone and hugged my pillow. "You're gonna kill Munchlax."
Issa shrugged. Munchlax was my Tempur-Pedic Pokémon pillow. She had 'accidentally' stolen it so many times that we basically shared it. "Write," she ordered, lazily scrolling through the Movie titles until she found Now You See Me. "There's only 157," she complained, her face falling.
"Well, 158 now," I responded, fingers typing with lightning speed. Issa flicked on the radio from my iHome and the sounds of Katy Perry filled the room as I leaned back against the wall.
It was 12:38 when my eyes started drooping. Issa was fast asleep, drooling on Munchlax. "Eww," I muttered, stealing my Pokémon away to wipe him off. Her phone was still on - she only had one page left to read. I shook my head as my lips curled in amusement - Issa always read way too fast.
I pulled out the spare mattress from under my bed and fluffed out a blanket from my bureau. I snuggled up next to Munchlax under it and slowly started to nod off.
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It was the afternoon of March 28, a week later, and I was on my usual corner, doing my usual thing. "Hey New Jersey! Is anyone up for a magic show?"
People started gathering just at my voice. I smiled wryly, and flipped my red beanie off. It floated softly to the ground. With a smile, I snapped a couple times. Lampposts around me fizzed to life. "That's better. Now, little man in the green Luigi shirt, can you pick a card for me?"
The little boy stepped up. He had huge calf eyes and a small grin. Nervously, he picked a card. "Alright now show it to your family but not to me, okay?" He did, and I shielded my eyes. Once everyone had seen it, I shuffled it back into the deck. "Now watch closely." I held the cards with one hand and lazily twirled my finger above the deck. Slowly, the ten of spades rose out of the deck.
"That's not it..." The boy trailed off, disappointed.
"Lets try again," I decided, not nervous at all. This was part of the trick.
Next, the ace of hearts. Then the jack of clubs. Then the ten of diamonds. "It's not working," the little boy argued.
Sighing, I shook my head. "I don't understand..." I trailed off, letting the cards fall from my hands.
"Look!" A little blond girl cried. The cards were rising, but every one of them was a seven of diamonds. Wind was blowing the cards but they still formed a big fat smile in the darkened sky. With a snap from me, they all lit up and the boy gasped.
"It worked," he giggled. "That's my card!"
I snapped one last time, a dazzling smile making its way on my face. Fireworks exploded in the heavens above, and thundering applause assaulted my ears. Coins fell into my beanie in waterfalls as I cheered, "I am Kiwi Spencer, and I hope you had a magical night!" With a laugh, I scooped up my beanie and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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It was awhile after everyone had left, and I was pulling the cards down from in the trees with a happy glow on my face. The little invisible fish wire had held tight, and not a single piece of evidence was left. Satisfied, I dusted off my faded jeans and was about to call it a night when I noticed something reflecting light up in the tree.
Now, you've gotta believe me when I tell you that I am NOT a tree climber. Curiosity uprooting any sense of self I had left, I gripped a branch and worked to pull myself up.
About five minutes later, I was perched on a pretty high branch. Swallowing and trying not to think how far away the ground was, I reached out to the shiny thing with dusty fingers.
It was a playing card.
Breathlessly, I pulled it towards me. It was smooth and clean and new. In the dark, I struggled to read it. Damn me leaving my gloves at home! They had switches to the lights in them. Blinking a couple times, I strained my eyes. My breath hitched when I saw what it was.
A tarot card. The Star.
I couldn't swallow. I felt like my world had been ripped from the universe and mushed into a ball. Nervous, shaking, I flipped it over. There was an Egyptian eye on the back.
There was an eye.
The Eye.
I think that was about when I fainted.
Ohboi.
When I came to, it was still dark. I wondered why I was under a tree at 2:57 in the morning. I wondered why I had a killer headache. I wondered why my ankle was about to die of pain.
And then I remembered. Crying out, I searched the ground. My hands found it before my eyes did, and I read it over and over again, breathing so heavy I was surprised I didn't hyperventilate.
I had just received a tarot card.
It took all I had not to faint. Again. Instead, a silly go-happy grin appeared on my face and I laughed. Making sure no one was around, I grinned and used the tree to help me stand up. My ankle was definitely sprained, but not badly. I hoped. Maybe a minor concussion too.
Hopping, I made my way to my house 2 blocks away. Punching in the alarm code, I let myself in. No one was home. No one was ever home.
I couldn't let go of the tarot card for fear of it disappearing forever, so I held it in my mouth as I dialed Issa's number. Her head was gonna explode!
"Kiwi... go back t' beh... 'm not intrussded in yu' midnigh caffeine rush."
"Issa!" I whispered excitedly. "I just got a tarot card!"
"A whu' car'?"
"A TAROT CARD!"
"Whus' a tarut car'?"
"From Now You See Me, Issa, I'M IN THE EYE!"
"Whus' now yu' see meh?"
I paused. Issa would definitely remember Now You See Me, even if she was half asleep. "Issa, the movie we went to the other day."
"I dun see no mobee wi' yu' Kiwi, now go t' beh." She hung up.
Heart beating wildly out of my chest, I hopped up to my room. My head was about to explode. Shakily, I turned my computer on and tried to get into my pajamas. As soon as the Home screen appeared, I went on Google Chrome and searched up 'now you see me movie'.
Chrome crashed. My eyes widened, but then I blew it off. My computer was old, it must be broken or something. I plopped down on my bed and turned on my iPhone and searched up 'now you see me Louis letterer'. My iPhone shut off. When I pressed the power button and turned it on again, nothing was open on Safari.
Now I was gonna have a heart attack. But... but I just saw the movie! And now... now it's all gone and the only reminder I have of it is a tarot card telling me to be in NY on East Evans street by tomorrow at 4:44 PM...
I blinked. And then again. And then smiled.
This was my chance. This was my chance to be kidnapped by an old psycho retired scientist. This was my chance to make a mark on the world. Unless, of course, everything that had happened in the past week was all inside my head and I was going insane. Which is definitely a possibility.
Chuckling a little to myself, I took out a pad and a pencil.
Ninja's Note: So how'd you like it? It's my first story (obviously since its so bad:P) so please review and give constructive criticism! Yay!