A/N: Here's another chapter. It's a song I've been meaning to do a Pheely music video to, but my sound card's not working so I decided I'd add it in here. It's originally sung by Frank Sinatra, I think, but I like the Vitamin C remake better. Sorry for any cursing, it is rated T.
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Volare
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Sometimes the world is a valley of heartaches
and tears
And in the hustle and bustle, no sunshine appears
But
you and I have a love always there to remind us
There is a way we
can leave all the shadows behind us
"Come on!" Phil grabbed my arm and dragged me towards his house. We'd agreed Friday at school to meet at the local coffee shop, and promptly after enjoying two caramel macchiatos, he was attempting to separate my arm from my shoulder. "I've got to show you something."
Phil tied a bandana over my eyes. "What? You're going to screw up my hair!" I yelped, shooting a hand up to make sure my curls were still intact. After Phil told me how great I looked with my hair curled at that super high-class party, I'd decided to get a perm, and he'd better not ruin the molecular structure of my hair with this stupid idea.
I felt myself being lifted up. "What the hell?" I couldn't help but cry. "What are you doing?" It's not like I was being held – more like I was sliding through the air or something. After about five minutes, I assumed we'd arrived at Phil's house, because I was set down and he led me by hand into some room. Moldy room, gross.
He didn't pull the bandana off. "Dammit, Phil," I cursed, very unlike me. "You'll see" was the only response I could elicit from him. Something beeped – not uncommon at Phil's house, seeing as he is from 2121, and I got loaded into something. I knew what it was.
Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let's fly
way up to the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing
in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of
mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just
like birds of a feather a rainbow together we'll find
Still blinded by the fabric in my eyes, I felt my arms being wrapped around something, and I leaned forward. That smell – Phil's cologne, a smell I'd grown to love. Apparently my arms were wrapped around his waist. He swiveled a bit and gently untied the bandana.
"I knew it was the skyak all along," I laughed. "But what's going on?"
Volare, oh oh
Cantare oh oh oh oh
No wonder
my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
"You'll see," he whispered as we backed out of Curtis' reclaimed garage.
"I'm getting rather annoyed at that," I teased, poking his stomach as I was in a very good position to do that. The skyak hovered for a second before accelerating into the four PM sky.
"Okay," he said, focusing on the drive but speaking to me. "This is that birthday present I promised you."
"The Alps?" I asked, the excitement evident in my voice. I could feel his head nod as I rested my chin on his shoulder. "Owen can't hold a candle to you."
"He'd melt me," Phil snorted. I kind of gave him a look, which I guess he could feel, and he turned his head slightly to look at me.
Sometimes the world is a valley of heartaches and
tears
And in the hustle and bustle, no sunshine appears
But you
and I have a love always there to remind us
There is a way we can
leave all the shadows behind us
"Sorry," I muttered. "22nd century thing. But yeah, the Alps."
I could see the glow in her eyes, and, even though we were going almost the speed of sound and air was rushing past us, I could smell the perfume she'd worn ever since that day in sophomore year she shopped with the nerds. Flowery, happy, but somehow mysterious. Or something.
Or something, I thought. Or something what?
Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Nel
blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassù
I lifted my head from Phil's shoulder and looked to my left. We were above a range of huge snow-capped mountains. "Wow," I murmured. "This is amazing." They grew closer rapidly until we were going between them.
"You are," he said.
I did a double-take but ignored it, deciding that I'd just misheard him. "Oh, do you guys ever have snow in the future?"
"If we want it," he explained, making eye contact with me before turning back to avoid crashing into a cliff. "There are climate control adjusters on every lot for each house. It can be snowing at my house, and sunny next door, and pouring rain across the street."
"Now that's cool," I smiled.
"Literally."
Only Phil could make a joke like that and I'd think it was funny. I noticed we were descending.
Penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai
più
mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
poi
d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
e incominciavo a volare nel
cielo infinito, infinito
"What's going on?" Oh God, not that question again.
"Learn to trust me!" I shouted jokingly before landing the skyak on a snow-heaped plateau. "Wanna make snow angels?"
She laughed, and it echoed across the mountains. A beautiful sound just multiplied and multiplied, music to my ears. Amazing how a sound could make me so happy. I felt her hands leave my waist, and she got off the skyak and into the snow. "How am I not freezing right now?"
"Future technology allows for native climate to be retained on skyak voyages. You dressed for Pickford winter, so you feel like you're in one."
She didn't appear to have absorbed any of that, so I tried again while she flopped in the snow. "You are as you dress."
"Oh, totally! Like if you dress ugly, you feel ugly."
"Um, sure," I said, obviously not sure. She ignored me, and I sat in the snow near her.
Volare, oh oh
Cantare oh oh oh oh
No wonder
my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Keely's POV
Phil glanced at his watch. I could see the worry lines forming from feet away. "What?"
"We'd better go," he mumbled sorrowfully. "It's getting late in the US."
Truthfully, I didn't mind. Another voyage back with my arms around him? Screw snow.
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has
given me wings