When the whole thing is finished, I'm going to go back and re-format everything so that it's continuitous. (With titles and capitals and italics and all). Well, Chaos Part II is going to be the last chapter, so I'm hoping to a st load of reviews between now and then. For my part, I promise long, informative, plot-twisting chapters that will be purely pulp fiction for a JP oriented mind. Tell your friends over in the 'movie' section (wimps) about me. I'm also thinking about making a sequel to 'Ode to Ellie', which, so far, has been my biggest one-shot hit.
Oh, BTW, the song is not mine. It's by Sixpence None the Richer.
Thanks for encouraging me thus far,
Goslin
The Lost Moments
Chaos Part I
Levine hadn't needed a ride to the airport, and maybe a week ago, Malcolm would have let him go alone. But now he was ashamed that he wanted the opportunity to see Levine off. Malcolm sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to tell Sarah about this- it would be all too embarrassing. Sarah was smart, and she would worry about him.
Malcolm realized that if he wanted to get Levine to the airport on time, he had better hurry up. Levine's plane left at 5:30, and the airport was a good half hour away (thus, the kids had shrugged their opportunity to say goodbye to Levine off). It was 4:23 now, and Malcolm had an early breakfast surprise of a bagel with cream cheese for Levine, his watch, and a smile on his face. He only hoped he wouldn't do something stupid, like cry. Malcolm actually laughed at the thought of himself thrown at Levine's feet, holding onto his pants leg, tears in his eyes, begging him not to leave him alone. Levine would go through the ceiling. The thought put Malcolm's anxiety at the back of his mind, and he left his small apartment chuckling, and got into his Chevy truck, driving off on the early morning road.
Malcolm put the bagel (which was in a small brown bag) on the passenger seat beside him, and turned on the radio. He was dismayed to find some teen pop song on, the realized that he recognized some of the lyrics and tune. Maybe this would be another thing he wouldn't tell Sarah about.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Malcolm was pretty sure he was never going to get Levine in a dress, so he listened to the song without relating to it literally. Malcolm smiled to himself again, as he pulled into the apartment complex parking lot (one much more luxurious than his own), Always analyzing.
He whistled all the way to Levine's (now undecorated) apartment door.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
Levine came out, stunningly clean shaven, and holding two large suitcases.
"Jesus," said Malcolm, staring at the suitcase, "I thought you were only going for a few weeks."
Levine shrugged, "Can't have too many pairs of pants."
"Sure you can. And I suppose you also expect me to help you carry your pants for you?"
"Well," said Levine, mocking himself, "I could use a hand."
Did Malcolm miss something, or did Levine just say something courteous? He smiled and grabbed the heavier-looking suitcase, noting appreciation in Levine's gestures. They walked to the car, loading the cases in the trunk before getting into their respective front seats.
When Malcolm turned the key in the ignition, he completely forgot that the radio was on.
So kiss me
"I wouldn't have placed you as the 'Kiss Me' type, Ian. I'm shocked."Levine slouched in his seat, and Malcolm turned the radio off with a distinctive click.
"I'm not."
"Oh? Then why were you listening to it?" Levine smiled mischeviously.
"Honestly, I wouldn't want to tell you." Malcolm sighed, putting the car back in first at a stoplight.
"Why is that?"
Malcolm didn't answer. He seemed to be preoccupied. The car behind him honked, the light was green. Malcolm sped quickly into the lane.
Levine didn't ask again. The radio was off, but Levine still had the odd tune stuck in his head. Frankly, he was disappointed with himself.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
They got into the odd drone of driving for about twenty minutes, not saying anything, except Levine commenting on Malcolm's old car. Malcolm offered to let Levine walk the rest of the way, and that was the end of that.
The airport was crowded, (not surprising), and Malcolm had a hard time finding a place to park. Although they'd gotten there earlier than Malcolm thought they would, parking problems made him wonder if Levine wouldn't miss his plane.
Finally, Malcolm saw a car pulling out of a space near the elevator! He halted the Chevy to
a stop, and waited. To his horror, through the windshield of the car pulling out, he saw another car on the other side, practically revving its engine to beat him to the precious space. "Oh, shit," muttered Levine, who sat up in his seat, readjusting his glasses.
"What?" Malcolm asked tightly, brows furrowed in concentration.
"It's a Ferrari."
"Oh, shit!"Levine looked at him funny, shaking his head.
Not surprisingly, they lost the parking space to the Ferrari, which 'wasn't even a top model', Levine had complained. They found a parking space, finally, on the fifth parking level.
By this time, it had begun to rain, hard and heavy, on top of Malcolm's car. "You're gonna be late," Malcolm said, jumping out of the car.
Levine remained inside the car, not wanting to brave the rain. "Can't we wait for it to go down a little bit?"
"No," said Malcolm, completely soaked in the few seconds he'd been out in the rain. Malcolm sighed, and walked to the other side of the truck, opening Levine's door. Levine let out a little squeal as Malcolm hauled him out into the rain. Malcolm laughed as they both ran all the way to the elevator. Levine couldn't contain himself anymore as he got into the elevator. Both men looked at each other, and, quite literally, giggled. It was just too ironic. How could they be playing this song?
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
The airport was as crowded as its parking areas had been, and Levine groaned when he saw the line for security.
"Well, you'd better get in line now if you want to make your flight," Malcolm said, uncharacteristically cheerfully. He was smiling a bit too...brightly. Levine had the sudden urge to put his fingers to the corners of Ian's face and mold his friend's smile into a frown. Or better yet, use his own lips as a model.
Levine licked his lips awkwardly and shifted his weight onto one leg. Malcolm looked confused. Then, Levine put his arms around Malcolm's neck, and pulled Ian down onto himIt was a full thirty seconds before Levine actually had the courage to press his lips to Malcolm's, but suddenly they were kissing. Malcolm put his arms around Richard's waist. After about a minute of after shock-
"Ewwww, gross, it's two boys kissing!"It was the voice of a little boy, and though it was distracting, Levine only laughed and didn't tear his gaze away from Malcolm.
"Come to New York with me!" Levine said, demandingly.
"Richard, don't be unrealistic. There's no way I'd get a ticket this late. Besides, if you don't get in that line soon, nobody here's going to be going to New York." But he added softly, "Maybe I'll come visit you in a week or so..."
Levine smiled, like a child who's just been promised his favorite candy, and stood in line.
So kiss me
To my reviewers:
Ruler-of-Da-World- Yes, this updating thing IS a good idea, I'll try to listen to you more often :)
Smeagol Fasir Kenobi- Yes, I explained the computer thing, and now I've explained the whole thing with Malcolm.
My Requiem- You seem very smart, and I appreciate your review VERY much, and wish you did it more often. Thank you so much. Your comments were approached from a well thought out angle X)
To all my reviewers: THANK YOU!