Love's Language

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Title: Love's Language

Authors: Blindlyluv and Luvstoriesatstoplights
Wordcount: 3054
Rating: PG
Summary:  Our boys stumble across a secret. Will they break the code in time?





 Part 4

2003 


Their code had never been broken, but in the recent years of “Drew’s Line”, there had been more opportunities for them to talk, even if it was still in dark corners and in secret. 

But this… 

Colin took a deep breath and sat down to do something he hadn’t done in a long time: write to Ryan. 

The words easily flew from his head to his hand and converted into the code without him even having to think about it. He wrote swiftly and easily, pouring his heart out onto the page. When he finished, he just stared at it, gasping for air, realizing what the words ultimately meant and not regretting them one bit. 

Rye ewe end eye half bean doing dees

four dam ear twain tee ears. 
Ay rant kelp eat gulp inny moor. Eat yurts. 
Dab fund mahi sea garb ox. 
Shih assed mea watt dis wasp end

ay sold ee twas ai dame 
Shea dent bell eve mei 
Ay cat blay mer 
Ai luff ewe now east ai half al waste loft ewe. 
Ay knead ewe end mai live. 

Ay em ass king yoo know

now dat weep arr gold 
end wei half dunn awl dat wei can

yoo two fowl oh mei drown dis rode 
two ay paste whirr we wheel

neh furr halve two hyde enny mor. 

Merry meat. 

Quickly, he ripped the letter to bits and stuffed the pieces into five different envelopes. 

<--@ <--@ <--@ <--@ <--@ <--@ <--@

Chip and Wayne bounded into the room, full of energy as always.

“Hello, Gents!” Chip chirped. “Ready for yet another evening of structured insanity?”

All of a sudden, they noticed that the other four people in the room were hunched together over something that looked like a puzzle. They quieted and approached.

Wayne stared at the odd-looking puzzle pieces.

“What’s all this, then?” Chip quipped, pulling out a piece of proverbial Monty Python. Nobody got it. Wayne just kept staring.

“We don’t know. We’ve all found these things in different places in the studio, but we don’t know what they mean.”

Wayne wordlessly produced a fourth piece of paper from his pocket and laid it next to the others.

“Where did you get this?!”

“Found it outside Ryan’s dressing room.” Wayne mumbled, still staring at the disparate papers on the table. “Thought it might be important….” he trailed off.

Seeing the new piece of paper, Greg’s eyes flew open wide.

 

Sepul vida

Onion

Ninny fife fit ee

Has kill av

Nor tills

 

Everything he’d been trying to remember for the last twenty minutes all came back to him in a flash when he saw the word “onion”…

Colin distraught over a lover some ten years ago…A news report he’d seen about a Unitarian church just out of Burbank…the disappearance of two friends who seemed more connected than two humans on this earth possibly should be….

He lunged forward and arranged the slips of paper in an order that the others didn’t understand.

“Oh, my God…Do you see it?!”

“What?!”

“The CODE!!!”

“What?” Four confused voices asked in unison.

Greg read aloud. “Sepul vida Onion Ninny fife fit ee Has kill av Nor tills Weil meat twos daisy Ate third Eeyore nein Meat mei dairy Wheel dew eat Ana danna quack Money moan Sew aisle sea Ewe two knight Mile of”

When he finished reading, Greg’s jaw had gone slack and the others were staring at him as if he had gone completely insane. Greg’s innards boiled.

“Don’t you see???”

“See what?” Drew squinted at Greg, then the pieces of paper again.

Greg stabbed at the papers with his finger and read it once more.

“Sepulvida Onion. Ninety-Five Fifty, Haskill Avenue, North Hills! We’ll meet Tuesday, Eight-thirty or Nine. Meet me there. We’ll do it and then a quick honeymoon. So I’ll see you tonight, my love.”

“TODAY IS TUESDAY!!! IT’S ALMOST EIGHT!!!”

Greg was practically hopping up and down. The others, still dumbfounded, were staring at him with their mouths hanging open.

“But…What’s “sepulvida onion?” Jeff managed.

“IT’S A CHURCH!!!” Greg gasped. “I saw an article on it once – there’s this Unitarian church not far from here…it’s built to look like an onion! THEY’RE GONNA GET MARRIED!!!”

Stunned silence followed as it all sunk in. Then, as one, they all vaulted toward the door.

 
(To be concluded....)