Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Not Here

I hummed to myself as I worked on dinner watching over my hand mixer for a moment when I heard the phone ring. I turned the mixer off and brushed my hands over my little black apron seeing the flour now covering it but it didn't get anything on my red skirt so I suppose that is the trade-off. I looked over to the purple rotary phone on the table beside the sofa and I glared a moment at Malcolm as he sat on the sofa feet on the coffee table, leather trousers against the sofa, with his green dance shirt and a beer in his hand, as he works on though some paperwork with one pile on his left and one on his write as he shifts through the papers he's already typed up. 

"You going to get that?" I cocked my hip and my eyebrow given I was in the kitchen and he was next to the phone, 

"Not my house..." he shrugged, 

"No but you do live here," I answered as I came over, 

"Not on the lease as far as the landlord is concerned I do not live here," He said, "Or the police, or the council, or Viv." 

I rolled my eyes and put the phone to my ear, "Hello?" 

"Is Malcolm there?" The voice asks clearly Sid, 

I glanced at Malcolm and mouthed to him 'It's Sid' 

he immediately shook his head,

"He's not here Sid," 

"Well when you see him tell him to call me back," He demanded before the phone hung up, 

"What did you do to him?" I asked setting the phone back on the receiver, 

"He thinks I owe him money," Malcolm sighed,

"Do you?"

"...I don't Viv does," he shrugged,

"Alright," I chuckled heading back to the kitchen and getting on with dinner for a while more until the phone rang again, I cleaned off my hands and glared at him but he didn't move so I went bathe over and picked up the phone, "hello?" 

"Hiya Y/n," Steve smiled down the phone,

"Ohh Hi Steve," I smiled, 

"Malcolm about?"

I glanced up at Malcolm and he shook his head 'I'm not here,'  He mouthed,

"No sorry Steve he's not here," I answered,

"Alright tell him to call me when he gets in," 

"I will do, bye." I smiled,

"Bye!" He called before hanging up so I set the phone down,

"What did you do?" I asked,

"He thinks I have his car keys,"

"Do you?"

"... Actually, no."

"Are you lying to me?"

"I promise I don't have his keys, I did throw them in a drain though,"

"Alright," I sighed going back to cooking dinner and setting it in the oven, I set my apron on the hook and headed into the living room sitting in the chair given he was taking up the whole sofa with his paperwork, "What are you up to anyway?" 

"Editing,"

"Alright Malcolm," I chuckled, 

I heard the phone so I sighed and got up grabbing the phone and sitting on the arm of the sofa petting his hair he smiled and rubbed his head against me like a happy cat getting pets, 

"We're popular today,"

"You're popular today," As I put the phone to my ear, "Hello?" I asked, 

"Where is he!" Viv yelled,

"Who Viv?" I asked and immediately I felt him freeze up, 

"Malcolm! of course!" 

I glanced at him and he shook his head and moved his hand in a line across his neck "I am not here." 

"He's out at the moment," I lied,

"When he gets in tell him to call me Immediately!" she yelled before she hung up,

I put the phone down and glared, "What did you do?"

"I haven't-"

"Malcolm."

"... I keyed her car," he sighed putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it up, 

"Alright," I sighed, "I am not being your alibi again," I warned kissing his cheek and heading into the kitchen to check on dinner, 

"But you're so good as an alibi darling," He pouts,

"No Malcolm," I sighed, 

"Fine, Love you!" he called,

"Telling me you love me does not convince me to be your alibi but I love your too," 

"Fine, but if you won't be my alibi you can't get mad if I get in trouble,"

"Yes I can. And will."