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City of Love Chapter 1

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       “Flight 107 will be landing at Newark, New Jersey air station in 5 minutes. Please ready for departure,”.
       26 year old Wybie Lovat woke from his doze with a slight jerk, the oriental-accented announcement waking him up. Rubbing his eyes, he checked the watch on his left hand. So far, he had kept the whole trip time-lined in his head since they first got on the plain. The time now read 3:am Eastern Standard Time, approximately 15 hours and 40 minutes since his departure from Hong Kong. He groaned as he laid his head back down on the head-rest of his uncomfortable plain seat. After the plane touched down, he would still have to go through security, find a taxi, and wait till he could finally get to the rented apartment in Philadelphia.
       That would take.....oh Hell he was too tired to think.
       With many a soft word of questionable origin, Wybie pulled his briefcase down off the luggage rack, carful not to wake his snoring friend and co-worker, Don. He then tossed on his jacket, made sure that he had everything, and then finally shook his partner gently.
       Don groaned.
       “Five more minuteeeees....” he mumbled, drool swinging from the corner of his mouth.
       “That’s about all the time we got till we land, actually,” Wybie informed him, shaking him slightly harder, “Come ON! Get up!!”
       “Nurrrrrrrr.......”
       Wybie sighed.
       “I’ll make pancakes when we get to Philly.”
       Don sat up as if someone had shot a starting gun.
       “OH BOY! I can’t WAIT to get to Philly and FREEZE MY ASS OFF!!!” he called out sarcastically, wide obnoxious grin plastered on his face as he hap-hazardly grabbed his things.
       “DON!” Wybie scolded, giving an apologetic glance to a mother of three across the way.
       Don paused, then got an evil grin.
       “I’ll stop the DAMN swearing if you DAMN promise to make the DAMN pancakes with DAMN chocolate chips!!”
       “FINE!! FINE!!” hissed Wybie, the mother now looking as if she was about to beat his head in with her purse, “Just STOP IT WILL YOU!?!?”
       “Ok!”
       Don sat down with a flop, evil grin still there. Wybie sighed and shook his head.
       “What are you, 5!?”
       “Yes.”
       Wybie tried to keep a straight face, but failed. His hard exterior finally collapsed and he couldn’t help but snicker like the young school boy he use to be.
       “You are SOOOO lucky Stella isn’t here.”
       Stella, the elderly, larger than life (literally and figuratively) African secretary was practically everyone’s best friend.....but if she caught you being ‘a bad boy’, she would box your ears.....
And it hurt.
       Don shuddered.
       “I’d probably be in the Hearse by now!”  
       “Flight 107 is now prepared to land. Please buckle your seat belts. We hope you have had a good time riding Red-Dragon Airways. Please fly with us again soon”.
       “Finally.” Wybie murmured.
       He felt Don stiffen as the plain began to descend, his hands clenched fists, his knuckles white.
       “Don’t you just LOVE flying?” Wybie said sarcastically, getting back at him for swearing tantrum.
      “Go fall off a cliff.”
       The plane hit the runway with a slight bump. It finally landed and soon enough they were allowed to get off.
       Security took forever, and at one point they got a little angry at Don for hiding his cigarets in his jeans pocket. He had to pay a fee for that while Wybie stood there, able to do absolutely nothing and having to deal with sour looks from the guards. Finally though, after an hour and a half, they were able to get out of the air port. It took them 15 minutes to hail a cab, but only because all the ones they were able to flag down Don gave to the nearest ‘sexy gall’(at least that’s what Don called them. To Wybie they looked like demented plastic dolls.) However, Wybie was  able to flag down their 7th cab, shove the luggage and Don in before 'Mr.Ladies Man' could give it to someone else, and threw himself in as well.
       “Park Towne Place apartments please”
       As the driver took off, Wybie watched out the window as the city slid past. Lights, cars, people, they were everywhere. They were like every other place he had been.
       It was getting old.
       He missed his home town
       He tuned out Don and the cab driver’s crud conversation and looked at his own reflection. Wybie had changed since then. He had wrinkles now, not many but still there. He had become more assertive too, but then again you had to be if you were gonna work for EarthRes Group, Inc. His hair, while still a mess, now was longer, going to about his chin, it’s tight curls now just a mess of 11-different-direction- waves. He had to where nice clothes now too, evidence of that was the fact that he was now wearing a white flannel shirt, tan pants, and nice just-wanna-mess-em-up shoes.
       Then there were the things that hadn’t changed. He still stuttered and hunched over slightly when put in awkward positions. He also still loved to build and look for critters wherever and whenever he could....but it wasn’t the same.....
       He missed his grandmother, who had died in his 3rd year of college. He missed his old school, his old home, the Pink Palace.......
       .....Coraline.......
       She hadn’t written in years......
       “WYBIE!”
       Wybie jumped an turned around to face Don.
       “Were here,” he said simply as he pulled out money to pay the driver.
       Wybie got out, luggage in hand, and looked up at the apartment building that would be his home for a year.
       ‘Joy...’ he thought sullenly.
       As the taxi drove away, Wybie and Don walked into the building. It took a few minutes, but soon enough they each had an apartment; Don on floor 3 room 125, Wybie on floor 7 room 623.
       “Well,” Don said cheerfully as the elevator dinged at floor 3, “see ya tomorrow!!”
       “Yeah.....” Wybie mumbled.
       After he left, Wybie closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall of the moving elevator.
       Coraline.......
       He shouldn’t have thought about her.
       Wybie had been moved up two grades in what should have been Coraline and his’s 9th grade. After 12 grade, he had gone off to college to become and engineer, he and Coraline had stayed in touch through letters (Coraline was so old-fashioned). Everything had been alright at first, but then the homework got heavier and he had to write less and less often, as did Coraline. Coraline’s letters had also turned from happy tidings to less positive circumstances. Then, when he had finally graduated from college and moved to England to get his first job, they stopped...
       He never heard from her again....
       The door dinged and he stepped out. The hall was dark, with nothing but dim lights guiding his way. He shuffled down the hall, looking at he numbers.
       ‘620...621...622...ahh...’
       Room 623 stood in front of him. With tired hands, he pulled the key out of his pocket and opened the door.
       The place was plain. Off-white carpeting, light blue walls, white windows, nothing special. He quietly walked from room to room, wondering if this would have been the same place he was saying in now had he chosen a different path. Getting to the master-bedroom window, he opened it and looked out onto the busy streets below, light’s flashing, horns honking, sirens wailing, rap-music blaring......
       Then he noticed the flower box hanging off the window.
       The flowers and dirt had long been removed, but-and wether it was from the thoughts of Coraline and her love of plants or his own need to stop his incomplete feelings he did not know-he felt suddenly challenged. Here he was again, starting from scratch in a new place. He would re-set his roots, he would start again.
       And as he shut the window and flopped down onto the bed fully dressed, he knew that the first thing that he was going to do the next day was go out and by some flowers to start rooting with.
OH GEEZE I DID'S IT!!!
HAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!

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Coraline (c) Neil Gaiman
Wybie (c) Henry Selick

P.S.
All the places are true, but the air-line name was made up.

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I luv it!! amazing job!! keep it up, cuz th whole series is gonna go in my faves!!