#23 Vanadium- Chapter 15
Oh, look! More word padding! This time in the form of songs (which I don't own)! Will Larry and Ferran ever have a conversation? (They'd better- it's a major plot point... +grumble+)
Will this work? The LJ cut is driving me mad!
"Are you Ferran Ziefert?" The insane looking man was the first of the pair to speak. Ferran could do nothing more than nod. "My name is Larry Malloy, former science professor at The University. I understand that you are providing me with a place to sleep for the duration of my stay?"
"Er, yeah, yeah, Chris said that you can stay in our guest bedroom." He shook his head, trying to get a grip on the situation and, finally succeeding, he told Malloy "My car's out this way, and if you'll follow me we can go ahead and leave."
He waved his hand in a 'follow me' fashion and opened the door to leave the lobby, barely remembering to hold it open for his guest, but almost just letting it slam in his face. What had he been thinking, letting Chris talk him into letting some unknown person who just got exiled from a college campus stay with them and their two little girls for up to a year? It was like picking up a hitchhiker near a prison- sure they might be a harmless non-criminal, but chances are they are a dangerous villain! And this man was going to be living in his home!
"Are you sure this is your car?" Malloy drawled, bringing him back to reality. "Because you've been staring at it but haven't gotten your keys out yet."
"Oh, yeah. I was just lost in thought," he hit the button to unlock the doors. Malloy tossed his suitcase into the backseat of the black SUV before getting into the passenger seat and making himself at home. Ferran took a deep breath before getting in. He started the car and soon they were on the road.
After about ten minutes, Ferran thought he was going to go crazy. Malloy had done nothing but stare steadily out the passenger window since getting into the car. He hadn't even tapped his feet, coughed, sneezed or cleared his throat. The man hadn't made any move to initiate a conversation and the dead, awkward silence was killing Ferran. Finally, he got fed up and turned on the radio, cursing himself for leaving his iPod at home that morning. Sighing, he searched through the channels for something decent.
I wish that for just one time I could stand inside your shoes
You'r know what a drag it is to see you
That wasn't what he was looking for.
Some are held for charity
and some for fancy dress,
But the ones that are held for pleasure
Are the ones I like best.
And neither was that. Honestly, wasn't there anything good on?
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream-
That was definitely not it either!
Squeeze me baby
Let the juice run down my leg
Why did people like Led Zepplin again? Well, he had to admit that he liked him sometimes, but he just wanted something to ease the awkward silence, not make it worse!
Once I had a love, and it was a gas
Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass
Oh, come on!
I got the right key, baby,
but the wrong keyhole
No. Just... no.
The world is full of kings and queens,
who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's heaven and hell... heaven and hell...
Seriously, he might not listen to the radio often, but that didn't mean that he didn't knonw that there were more stations out there than just ones that played Classics!
Running total: 14,109/50,000