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Mort: Hi everyone, now you have to be nice to Tahnzee... This is her first story
Tahnz: huggles Mort Ok.... Disclaimer time
Disclaimer: I don't own Morty-Bear, nor Secret Window...
---------------------- A Steady Beat Chapter 1
The steady beat of a cigarette box against the wooden desk was the only sound in the little cabin beside the calm, blue lake outside. The beating stopped and silence took over again for about two seconds. The screeching noise of the chair being pushed back caused the man sitting in it to wince. He stood up groaning and stretched his arms high above his head. He padded down the stairs to the kitchen where he stared at the mess around him. "Shit" he swore. He then remembered why he was writing again. The repo men had taken away most of his belongings. He had no money left, and had had to let off his maid. Unfortunately he couldn't look after himself without her. There were corn cobs everywhere. The young man swore again and ran his hand through his bleached hair. He pulled his hand away causing the strands to fall over his glasses. He slowly wandered over to the table, well, box. He picked a cob off the cardboard with two fingers and dropped it into the bin. There was a knock on the door scaring him slightly. He cautiously tip-toed over to the door and opened it. A woman with lengthy red hair stood there, her hands on her hips. "Georgia!" He exclaimed, clearly surprised. "What are you doing here?" "Morton" The man frowned at the use of his full name. "I could ask you the same thing!" She continued angrily. "Huh?" "Mort! I invited you to a party that started 2 hours ago. And you never turned up! I had a whole group of people waiting for you!" Mort scratched his head, wondering how he could have forgotten it. "Well, Georgia. Firstly, I have no way of getting to your house, I don't have a car, remember? The repo men took it. And secondly, it's not that big a deal. You should have started without me." he replied. Georgia sighed with frustration. Trust Mort to ruin her plans. She should have known. "Mort! In case you have forgotten, It's your birthday!" Mort flushed scarlet and searched the younger woman's dark eyes for any sign that she was joking. Nope, he thought, only anger. He quickly rushed inside to check his calendar. "What's the date?" He shouted out to Georgia. "Febuary 26th" she shot back. He ran his finger down the little boxes. 26th, Mort's Birthday. "Shit Shit Shit Shit! Stupid Stupid Stupid!" He muttered to himself. He spun around to face Georgia and grinned. "Corn?" He asked good naturedly. "Argh!" She growled. She turned around quickly, flicking her hair over her shoulder and stomped down the stairs, then hopped into her white Jaguar. "Georgia! Wait!" Mort ran after her and knocked on her window. She rolled down the window without looking at him. "Georgia, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I promise you, this is the last time." He really was sorry. Georgia had always been there for him. She had payed his bills many times, and that was the only reason he still had his laptop. She was there for him even though she knew about his schizophrenia. She knew the risk, but stuck by him anyway. She looked at him, her face blank. "Mort, sometimes I wonder why I try." She sight. Mort looked at her in sadness. He caused so much stress every day. She put the key in the ignition and revved the engine. Mort backed away from the car and Georgia slowly moved down the dusty driveway. She stuck her head out the window to yell back to him. "I'll see ya tomorrow. Oh, Happy Birthday Mort." Mort stood there watching the Jag drive off. He hit himself in the forehead. "Smooth Mort, Smooth. You sure do have a way with the ladies!" He muttered under his breath.
-------------------- Well, that's chapter 1 down Mort: Good... You better make me less forgetful in the next chapter! Tahnz: Uh... sure.... whatever you say Morty
---------------------- A Steady Beat Chapter 1
The steady beat of a cigarette box against the wooden desk was the only sound in the little cabin beside the calm, blue lake outside. The beating stopped and silence took over again for about two seconds. The screeching noise of the chair being pushed back caused the man sitting in it to wince. He stood up groaning and stretched his arms high above his head. He padded down the stairs to the kitchen where he stared at the mess around him. "Shit" he swore. He then remembered why he was writing again. The repo men had taken away most of his belongings. He had no money left, and had had to let off his maid. Unfortunately he couldn't look after himself without her. There were corn cobs everywhere. The young man swore again and ran his hand through his bleached hair. He pulled his hand away causing the strands to fall over his glasses. He slowly wandered over to the table, well, box. He picked a cob off the cardboard with two fingers and dropped it into the bin. There was a knock on the door scaring him slightly. He cautiously tip-toed over to the door and opened it. A woman with lengthy red hair stood there, her hands on her hips. "Georgia!" He exclaimed, clearly surprised. "What are you doing here?" "Morton" The man frowned at the use of his full name. "I could ask you the same thing!" She continued angrily. "Huh?" "Mort! I invited you to a party that started 2 hours ago. And you never turned up! I had a whole group of people waiting for you!" Mort scratched his head, wondering how he could have forgotten it. "Well, Georgia. Firstly, I have no way of getting to your house, I don't have a car, remember? The repo men took it. And secondly, it's not that big a deal. You should have started without me." he replied. Georgia sighed with frustration. Trust Mort to ruin her plans. She should have known. "Mort! In case you have forgotten, It's your birthday!" Mort flushed scarlet and searched the younger woman's dark eyes for any sign that she was joking. Nope, he thought, only anger. He quickly rushed inside to check his calendar. "What's the date?" He shouted out to Georgia. "Febuary 26th" she shot back. He ran his finger down the little boxes. 26th, Mort's Birthday. "Shit Shit Shit Shit! Stupid Stupid Stupid!" He muttered to himself. He spun around to face Georgia and grinned. "Corn?" He asked good naturedly. "Argh!" She growled. She turned around quickly, flicking her hair over her shoulder and stomped down the stairs, then hopped into her white Jaguar. "Georgia! Wait!" Mort ran after her and knocked on her window. She rolled down the window without looking at him. "Georgia, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I promise you, this is the last time." He really was sorry. Georgia had always been there for him. She had payed his bills many times, and that was the only reason he still had his laptop. She was there for him even though she knew about his schizophrenia. She knew the risk, but stuck by him anyway. She looked at him, her face blank. "Mort, sometimes I wonder why I try." She sight. Mort looked at her in sadness. He caused so much stress every day. She put the key in the ignition and revved the engine. Mort backed away from the car and Georgia slowly moved down the dusty driveway. She stuck her head out the window to yell back to him. "I'll see ya tomorrow. Oh, Happy Birthday Mort." Mort stood there watching the Jag drive off. He hit himself in the forehead. "Smooth Mort, Smooth. You sure do have a way with the ladies!" He muttered under his breath.
-------------------- Well, that's chapter 1 down Mort: Good... You better make me less forgetful in the next chapter! Tahnz: Uh... sure.... whatever you say Morty
