In Akio’s mind, this was going a lot better than it could have gone, potentially. They were in a car, driving across the country to Los Angeles, and he wasn’t stuck in a hole. Yet.Ryan had taken control of the radio and had changed the station to punk rock. “London Calling” was blasting through the speakers.Akio looked out through the window at the passing signs and billboards. A green sign that said “Cambridge 10 Miles” zipped by. He gave a small sigh. This whole venture wasreallynot gonna end well for him, not at all.It was starting to get dark out. There were fewer cars on the road. Akio was desperately trying to think his way out of this situation, but at this point… he was just so tired. He didn’t have any energy left to think. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, he hadn’t slept more than fou
Levitan browsed the racks at the thrift shop, trying to keep their head steady and stay focussed. Their mission was to find some shirts to add to the duffel bag of clothes in the back of the car. It had been two days, and the tank top they were wearing was already gross and grimy.Once again, they were staggered by the amount ofchoicesthey had.They hadn’t counted on how much the outside world wouldoverwhelmthem with all thepeopleandnoisesandcolours.Every little detail from crows on the telephone lines to the fibres of their shirt were new and fascinating and required attention. As exciting as it all was, it was almost too much to deal with.Levitan had the basket over one arm. They felt the fabric of one shirt with their hand, then the fabric of the next. Jesus, how were they supposed to
Another day of driving, and they were in Nevada. There was no snow here, the skies were clear, and Akio was beginning to realize that his plan was probably not going to work. How thehellwas he supposed to get back to New York with no money? He should have run for it when they were in still Pennsylvania.Well, he was never much good at these kinds of things.He had somehow managed to score shotgun. Ryan sat in the back seat, playing on his gameboy, his lanky legs curled up to his chest. He honestly had no idea how this happened, but Levitan asked if he wanted to control the radio and Ryan had wordlessly climbed into the back.Weird, he supposed, but kinda cool.He was watching the hills roll by. It was sunny and warm, he’d ditched his jean jacket in favour of a rolling stones t-shirt. Levitan’s jacket was sitting beside them for once, which meant that Akio
Akio woke with a pounding headache and a crick in his neck. He was lying on dusty, reddish-brown dirt that stuck to the sweat on his cheek. He groaned as sensation came back into his body, namely the sensation ofpain. “Ow…”“Hey.”He looked up. Levitan was sitting next to him, leaning against a boulder in the shade. Their stomach was covered in blood, there was a new hole in their shirt, and they were smoking a cigarette.“Hey,” he croaked. “What’s going…” He looked down at his body, trying to situate himself, and he realized that something was very wrong. “Oh my god, my neck is broken!”“Here, lemme help you with that.” Levitan reached over, took Akio’s head in their hands, and with one quick movement, snapped his neck back in place with a gross cra
There was neon everywhere.Akio was practically dragging his feet by the time they reached Las Vegas. His stomach rumbled loudly and he felt a bit weak. He wondered if this was some sort of side effect from coming back to life and having to heal from a broken neck.Ryan had been practically asleep on his feet when he’d finally relented to letting Levitan carry him half an hour ago. He snored lightly, arms draped loosely around Levitan’s neck, as they walked into the city. Akio pretended not to see Levitan’s silly little smile. He knew that they liked carrying their son.The lights were so bright and it was soloudcompared to the dark quiet of the desert. Akio’s eyes stung a bit from the bright lights and his ears were ringing from the sounds of people shouting, the loud music pouring from every bar and club that they passed by, and the traffic whizzing by
There were three queen-sized beds in the motel, adeepbathtub, a minibar, and a flat-screen TV. The sheets were soft, it was nice and quiet, and the bathroom was sparkling and clean. There was even a balcony with a view.“Thisis what a hundred bucks a night gets you!” said Levitan, waving their arm extravagantly. “Magnifique!”Ryan wore a grin like a kid on Christmas. “I call the bed farthest from the window!” He hopped across the room and threw himself onto the queen, bouncing once before settling. He grabbed the remote from the side table and switched on the TV. “Ooh, X-Files reruns! Nice!”Akio kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed closest to the balcony. It was a gorgeous view with all the neon lights and the desert in the distance, but it was bright even though it was about three in the morning. He yawned and pulled off his jeans and sweaty t-shir
Akio had a list going in his head of “Skills of the Reeves Family that are Slightly Questionable in Origin”. So far, in Levitan’s column there was “how to use a gun”, “interrogation”, “how to get rid of a dead body”, and “how to perform knife tricks thatmay or may notbe incredibly cool (and kind of sexy) to watch”. In Ryan’s, there was “hacking into an enormous database”, “building computers”, “pickpocketing”, “torture and interrogation”, and now recently “hotwiring a hot rod”.Ryan had picked a red sports car. Discretion was key.Somehow, Akio had ended up behind the wheel as they drove out of Las Vegas. It was a hot day, and they put the convertible top down.“I like this,” said Levitan, kicking their boots up onto the dashboard. “We ought’a travel in style more oft
The hostel was small and scummy. They got a room with three twin beds, but none of them had blankets or sheets. The woman at the front desk gave them a once-over, brow tilted in slight disgust at the dirt that covered them almost head to toe before handing them the room key. Akio picked at the threads of his jeans and traced the address that he’d scribbled on his thigh. He sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. His feet ached from running. “Not a bad place, huh?” Ryan flopped down onto the bed with his gameboy and started playing. He lay on his stomach, with his jacket under his chin. Akio winced at the sound of a shrieking chord, and looked over at Levitan. They had a harmonica in their hands. “Look what I found in my pocket!” they said, grinning. “Thought I lost this ol’ thing!” “Oh, god,” said Ryan with a melodramatic sigh. “Not the harmonica.” Akio wondered if he should be worried when he saw Levitan cup their hands around