Chapter 3
"Hello? D'Armani residence," said the voice on the other end of the phone.
'D'Armani? I must have the wrong number. Or maybe mom moved, although she told me that she would never move, that the house would be mine when she died. Wait, if she thinks that I'm dead, then maybe she really did move. Maybe she doesn't even live in Chicago anymore. I still have to try, I just have to know for sure.'
"Uhm, may I speak to Mrs. Levin? Is there a Mrs. Levin there?" David's voice was shaky as he imagined how stupid he must sound right now, being so unsure of what he was trying to say.
"I'm sorry, but there's nobody here by that name."
David felt like an idiot. He had been so nervous that he could barely even speak, and now he finds out that his mother doesn't even live there anymore. "Uhm, I'm so sorry to bother you. I must have the wrong number."
"You know what? That name does sound familiar." There was a slight pause, then David could hear the girl on the other end of the phone yelling. "Dad? What's mom's maiden name?"
David held his breath, and waited for the older man to answer. He just now noticed that he was clenching and un-clenching his fist over and over again, not wanting to hear the answer, but also not wanting to wait for the answer. He nearly screamed as the seconds felt like minutes and the minutes, like hours.
He heard a faint male voice on the other end of the phone. He tried hard to hear what the man was saying, but it was impossible, he was much to soft- spoken for the dark-haired boy to be able to hear him.
"Well, I guess that you're in luck today. It just so happens that my mom's name used to be Levin. But she's not home right now. Is there any particular reason that you would like to speak to her? Is it important or anything? Or can I take a message, because she's a little busy right now?" David could hear the girl on the other end of the phone rustling around some paper, probably getting ready to take some kind of message from him.
"No, that's ok. But thanks anyway. I was, however, wondering-" David confirmed the address. 'Still the same.'
He switched off the phone, and handed it back to April. "Thank you, so very much."
April smiled, a warm smile. "Oh, that's fine. Don't worry about it. You wouldn't happen to need a drive, would you?" April placed the phone back into her purse. She looked back to see an angry Christopher glaring at her.
"Look at him! He's dirty, and no way, no freakin' way is he getting in my car. Period. End of discussion." Christopher took his keys out of his pocket and started to walk towards an orange jeep.
"Please, Chrissy," April started to pout playfully, getting the full attention of the tall blonde. "I'll love you forever."
Christopher somewhat growled deep in his throat as he jammed the key into the lock on the driver's side door. "Get in," he unhappily, but obediently said to David. "April? You know that I just can't say 'no' to you."
Christopher got into the jeep, placing the key into the ignition and turning it. The jeep started easily, making a low, rumbling noise. He waited for April to get settled in beside him, and David, behind him.
The jeep then pulled away from the curb and into the busy Chicago street. Some man in a black Mercedes pulled out in front of Christopher, cutting him off. Christopher started cursing very loudly and yelling at the man. April laughed and turned around to see David shake his head.
"He's a very edgy driver," she smiled, jerking her thumb in the direction of the blonde driver.
"I couldn't tell." David laughed. "I think that maybe the old lady driving beside us now, thought that the cursing was meant for her, from the look she's giving, uh, Christopher."
That set April off laughing again. When she finally stopped laughing, she turned to look at David again. "I'm sorry, but I still don't know your name. And by the way, this is Christopher Hitchcock, and I'm April-"
"-O'Brien." David interrupted. He saw April's eyes grow really wide, and knew instantly that he was right. "And my name is David Levin. I knew that I knew who you two were. I don't know how, but it just came to me." David shrugged uncertainly.
April thought about that for a moment longer. "Hmmm. . . David Levin? That sounds very familiar. Where did I hear that name before?"
She turned back around to look at Christopher, who was still somewhat angry. "Does that name sound familiar to you?"
Christopher spared the questioning girl a quick glance before looking back at the road. "Yeah, he went missing about a year ago."
"Christopher, we went missing about a year ago, too." She then, momentarily, stopped breathing, but mouthed the word that none of them would ever forget. "Everworld."
To Be Continued.
A/N: This chapter is not quite as long as I had hoped it would be, but right now, I have things to do. I promised someone that I would post more this weekend, and since I didn't have a chance, I decided that I would finish this chapter this morning, and I can write a longer chapter through the week. I promise that I won't take as long updating next time.
"Hello? D'Armani residence," said the voice on the other end of the phone.
'D'Armani? I must have the wrong number. Or maybe mom moved, although she told me that she would never move, that the house would be mine when she died. Wait, if she thinks that I'm dead, then maybe she really did move. Maybe she doesn't even live in Chicago anymore. I still have to try, I just have to know for sure.'
"Uhm, may I speak to Mrs. Levin? Is there a Mrs. Levin there?" David's voice was shaky as he imagined how stupid he must sound right now, being so unsure of what he was trying to say.
"I'm sorry, but there's nobody here by that name."
David felt like an idiot. He had been so nervous that he could barely even speak, and now he finds out that his mother doesn't even live there anymore. "Uhm, I'm so sorry to bother you. I must have the wrong number."
"You know what? That name does sound familiar." There was a slight pause, then David could hear the girl on the other end of the phone yelling. "Dad? What's mom's maiden name?"
David held his breath, and waited for the older man to answer. He just now noticed that he was clenching and un-clenching his fist over and over again, not wanting to hear the answer, but also not wanting to wait for the answer. He nearly screamed as the seconds felt like minutes and the minutes, like hours.
He heard a faint male voice on the other end of the phone. He tried hard to hear what the man was saying, but it was impossible, he was much to soft- spoken for the dark-haired boy to be able to hear him.
"Well, I guess that you're in luck today. It just so happens that my mom's name used to be Levin. But she's not home right now. Is there any particular reason that you would like to speak to her? Is it important or anything? Or can I take a message, because she's a little busy right now?" David could hear the girl on the other end of the phone rustling around some paper, probably getting ready to take some kind of message from him.
"No, that's ok. But thanks anyway. I was, however, wondering-" David confirmed the address. 'Still the same.'
He switched off the phone, and handed it back to April. "Thank you, so very much."
April smiled, a warm smile. "Oh, that's fine. Don't worry about it. You wouldn't happen to need a drive, would you?" April placed the phone back into her purse. She looked back to see an angry Christopher glaring at her.
"Look at him! He's dirty, and no way, no freakin' way is he getting in my car. Period. End of discussion." Christopher took his keys out of his pocket and started to walk towards an orange jeep.
"Please, Chrissy," April started to pout playfully, getting the full attention of the tall blonde. "I'll love you forever."
Christopher somewhat growled deep in his throat as he jammed the key into the lock on the driver's side door. "Get in," he unhappily, but obediently said to David. "April? You know that I just can't say 'no' to you."
Christopher got into the jeep, placing the key into the ignition and turning it. The jeep started easily, making a low, rumbling noise. He waited for April to get settled in beside him, and David, behind him.
The jeep then pulled away from the curb and into the busy Chicago street. Some man in a black Mercedes pulled out in front of Christopher, cutting him off. Christopher started cursing very loudly and yelling at the man. April laughed and turned around to see David shake his head.
"He's a very edgy driver," she smiled, jerking her thumb in the direction of the blonde driver.
"I couldn't tell." David laughed. "I think that maybe the old lady driving beside us now, thought that the cursing was meant for her, from the look she's giving, uh, Christopher."
That set April off laughing again. When she finally stopped laughing, she turned to look at David again. "I'm sorry, but I still don't know your name. And by the way, this is Christopher Hitchcock, and I'm April-"
"-O'Brien." David interrupted. He saw April's eyes grow really wide, and knew instantly that he was right. "And my name is David Levin. I knew that I knew who you two were. I don't know how, but it just came to me." David shrugged uncertainly.
April thought about that for a moment longer. "Hmmm. . . David Levin? That sounds very familiar. Where did I hear that name before?"
She turned back around to look at Christopher, who was still somewhat angry. "Does that name sound familiar to you?"
Christopher spared the questioning girl a quick glance before looking back at the road. "Yeah, he went missing about a year ago."
"Christopher, we went missing about a year ago, too." She then, momentarily, stopped breathing, but mouthed the word that none of them would ever forget. "Everworld."
To Be Continued.
A/N: This chapter is not quite as long as I had hoped it would be, but right now, I have things to do. I promised someone that I would post more this weekend, and since I didn't have a chance, I decided that I would finish this chapter this morning, and I can write a longer chapter through the week. I promise that I won't take as long updating next time.