Can You Feel the Things I Feel?
Jane Porter bit her lip nervously as she stared out into the blazing sun, the hot, humid air causing her to feel rather light- headed. Her heart began to pound, and she suddenly felt as if someone had put her life on fast forward. 'Everything is happening so fast.' She realised, wringing her hands from her fret. 'It's today. Today's the big day. But...I'm so anxious...'
The ceremonial day had finally arrived. The day that the gorilla clan had been getting excited over now for weeks, the day when Jane knew her father would be prancing up and down as if England had won the cricket finals, the day when Terk would get out of hand, pretending to have things in her eye when she really didn't, and the day when Jane knew that she would be the happiest woman in the world.
Tarzan and Jane's wedding day.
At the moment, Jane was waiting for her father, Professor Porter, to emerge from the other room in the tree house, where he was supposedly meant to be adding finishing touches to her dress. 'The dress...' Jane thought, with a small touch of dread. 'It certainly won't look anything like the wedding garments back in London. I hope it looks all right...'
She chewed on her lower lip again, remembering how she had spent these last few days sewing it all together. She didn't really see that much of it. She had told herself that she didn't want to look at it properly until the big day. 'That's what Mother did.' She kept telling herself. 'And she looked so beautiful.'
"Daddy?" she asked for the ninth time. "Are you finished?"
"Not yet, Jane dear!" he called back, sounding as if he was struggling with something. "I just need to add the final touch to this-whoa!" From inside the other room came a loud thump, and the sound of something falling over with a crash.
"I'm all right!"
"Daddy-what are you doing in there?!" Jane demanded, fear clouding her thoughts and expression. She rose from her chair and took a few cautious steps. "Do you need any help?" her curious voice questioned.
"No-no-no, I can manage quite all right...just tripped on the material, you know...but you might want to get that fruit bowl fixed-ah ha! No need to fret, Janey! It's done!"
"Really?!" Jane squealed, and her heart began to race again. She felt like a small girl at Christmas, and she found herself speaking rather shrilly with excitement. "Can I see it?" she pleaded, trying to peep around the corner into the next room.
"Cover your eyes!" the professor called back playfully.
Jane gave a small giggle and placed her palms over her closed eyelids, waiting impatiently for her father to bring it out. "All right! They're closed! Now can I see it?"
She heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the boarded floor, and she could barely contain her anticipation. She found her heart in her throat; half from seeing what it would look like, and half seeing what she would look like wearing it. 'What if it doesn't suit me?' She wondered worriedly, beginning to think if her heart would soar with amazement at the sight of the garment, or it would sink.
"Go on, Jane. You can open your eyes now!"
Taking a deep breath, Jane uncovered her lids, her eyes still tightly closed. Then, one by one, she opened her sapphire eyes to stare at the sight that befell before her.
She felt her eyes widen in surprise, her face lighting up as a pretty smile formed on her ruby lips. "Ohhh...Daddy." She breathed, placing both hands over her chest, her cheeks burning bright. "It's beautiful."
The dress was made of pure white parachute silk, discovered by her father whom had kept it for as long as he could remember for no such reason. It was fitted as a tightly strapless corset, which would come up over her bust, revealing her pale shoulders. The veil was long and it dragged itself across the ground. Jane found herself in tears.
"Oh, Daddy. It's lovely." Jane wept, her lips beaming into a smile. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Oh, I do hope Tarzan will like it."
Her father grinned smugly at her. "He will like it." He declared. "After all, the boy's getting married! He's very fortunate. He'll be wed to the most ravishing young woman in the whole of Britannia."
Jane could feel her cheeks go hot as she stared at her twiddling fingers. "And I'm marrying the most wonderful man in the whole world." She whispered, almost to herself. "I wonder if he's as nervous as I am."
"Oh, no-not Tarzan!" Laughed the professor. "That boy has nerves of solid steel! He wouldn't be so worked up over something like this!"
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"Terk! Stop it!" Tarzan shouted, half angry, half uneasily. He kicked the female gorilla off him, giving her a firm frown. "I don't have the time!"
"Not even for wrestling?!" Terk argued, seeing Tarzan pull a few leaves out of his brown dreadlocks. "C'mon, Mr. Killjoy-this sorta thing never bothered ya before! What's eating ya, huh?!"
Tarzan glared at her.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot." Terk grumbled sarcastically. "It's because you're getting marrieeedddd...ya gonna be in luuurrrvvveee...you're gonna be doing all of that mushy gushy stuff like a sap!" The teasing never seemed to come to an end. Terk had been jeering Tarzan about this day since he first proposed to Jane. The she- gorilla was especially fond of this new game - make her friend feel as uncomfortable as possible.
Tarzan rolled his green-blue eyes. "I don't see why you have to keep going on about it." He grumbled, flashing Terk a very dirty look. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Nope. It's fun making ya squirm..."
"Maybe for you."
"When's it happenin', anyways?" Terk demanded, now feeling slightly inquisitive. She crossed her arms as she stared quizzically at the ape-man. "And how longs it gonna go on for? Are ya just gonna say; 'Yep!' and then that's it?"
Tarzan shrugged, a curious look now coming across his handsome face as his brows narrowed in thought. "I don't know." He confessed, seeming to be thinking about it for the first time in a while. "But Jane says that it shouldn't matter how long it is."
All at once, Terk began to flutter her lashes mockingly, due to the last few words her friend had just uttered. "Ohhh...Jane says..." she teased, ignoring Tarzan's scowl.
"Don't." he growled, giving her a playful shove, which forced her to stop her humiliating gestures. "I'm just telling you what she told me."
"Ya always goin' on about her!" Terk chuckled, returning back to a very fake, dry smile. "You're in luuurrrrvvvvveeee...Oh, Jane, you're so beautiful...tell me more about England...I luuurrrvvveee you..."
This was too much for Tarzan. With a mischievous grimace and a playful snarl, he leapt onto the female gorilla's back, pinning her to the ground with his knuckles.
"I do not say that!" he laughed, pretending to look furious.
"Yeah, ya do!" Terk spat back, attempting to arise from the mossy floor but finding it difficult, due to the pressure that was holding her down. "Ya always do, luurrrvvvveerrr boy!"
"Take that back, Terkina!"
The final taunt seemed to give Terk newly found strength. She rolled under her friend, wormed out of his tight grasp and, grabbing him by the back of the neck, shoved him face first into the dirt.
"Fun-ny, wise guy! Look where wisecracks get ya, huh?!"
Sitting up from the floor, Tarzan gave her a pathetic look. "Then why were you doing it?" Terk noticed that he was somehow getting the impression not to smile. "Terk! Now look what you've done! You've got me all muddy!"
"New look for ya." Terk shot back gleefully, flashing him a cheeky grin.
Throwing her a friendly glare, Tarzan brushed some of the dry mud from his face, Terk sniggering the whole time.
"Aren't ya supposed to be gettin' ready?" Terk suggested. "When does the big event start?"
"I don't know." Tarzan confessed, shaking a few remaining leaves from his hair. "But I'd better go to the tree house and start getting ready. The professor said he wanted me to be...erm...punc- tu-al, or something."
Terk raised her eyebrows. "Hey, ya got me."
As Tarzan began to make his way over, he could hear Terk calling after him.
"Hey! Sap-boy! Better get a move on! Ya wanna be punchtwowool!"
Tarzan just rolled his eyes.
Jane Porter bit her lip nervously as she stared out into the blazing sun, the hot, humid air causing her to feel rather light- headed. Her heart began to pound, and she suddenly felt as if someone had put her life on fast forward. 'Everything is happening so fast.' She realised, wringing her hands from her fret. 'It's today. Today's the big day. But...I'm so anxious...'
The ceremonial day had finally arrived. The day that the gorilla clan had been getting excited over now for weeks, the day when Jane knew her father would be prancing up and down as if England had won the cricket finals, the day when Terk would get out of hand, pretending to have things in her eye when she really didn't, and the day when Jane knew that she would be the happiest woman in the world.
Tarzan and Jane's wedding day.
At the moment, Jane was waiting for her father, Professor Porter, to emerge from the other room in the tree house, where he was supposedly meant to be adding finishing touches to her dress. 'The dress...' Jane thought, with a small touch of dread. 'It certainly won't look anything like the wedding garments back in London. I hope it looks all right...'
She chewed on her lower lip again, remembering how she had spent these last few days sewing it all together. She didn't really see that much of it. She had told herself that she didn't want to look at it properly until the big day. 'That's what Mother did.' She kept telling herself. 'And she looked so beautiful.'
"Daddy?" she asked for the ninth time. "Are you finished?"
"Not yet, Jane dear!" he called back, sounding as if he was struggling with something. "I just need to add the final touch to this-whoa!" From inside the other room came a loud thump, and the sound of something falling over with a crash.
"I'm all right!"
"Daddy-what are you doing in there?!" Jane demanded, fear clouding her thoughts and expression. She rose from her chair and took a few cautious steps. "Do you need any help?" her curious voice questioned.
"No-no-no, I can manage quite all right...just tripped on the material, you know...but you might want to get that fruit bowl fixed-ah ha! No need to fret, Janey! It's done!"
"Really?!" Jane squealed, and her heart began to race again. She felt like a small girl at Christmas, and she found herself speaking rather shrilly with excitement. "Can I see it?" she pleaded, trying to peep around the corner into the next room.
"Cover your eyes!" the professor called back playfully.
Jane gave a small giggle and placed her palms over her closed eyelids, waiting impatiently for her father to bring it out. "All right! They're closed! Now can I see it?"
She heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the boarded floor, and she could barely contain her anticipation. She found her heart in her throat; half from seeing what it would look like, and half seeing what she would look like wearing it. 'What if it doesn't suit me?' She wondered worriedly, beginning to think if her heart would soar with amazement at the sight of the garment, or it would sink.
"Go on, Jane. You can open your eyes now!"
Taking a deep breath, Jane uncovered her lids, her eyes still tightly closed. Then, one by one, she opened her sapphire eyes to stare at the sight that befell before her.
She felt her eyes widen in surprise, her face lighting up as a pretty smile formed on her ruby lips. "Ohhh...Daddy." She breathed, placing both hands over her chest, her cheeks burning bright. "It's beautiful."
The dress was made of pure white parachute silk, discovered by her father whom had kept it for as long as he could remember for no such reason. It was fitted as a tightly strapless corset, which would come up over her bust, revealing her pale shoulders. The veil was long and it dragged itself across the ground. Jane found herself in tears.
"Oh, Daddy. It's lovely." Jane wept, her lips beaming into a smile. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Oh, I do hope Tarzan will like it."
Her father grinned smugly at her. "He will like it." He declared. "After all, the boy's getting married! He's very fortunate. He'll be wed to the most ravishing young woman in the whole of Britannia."
Jane could feel her cheeks go hot as she stared at her twiddling fingers. "And I'm marrying the most wonderful man in the whole world." She whispered, almost to herself. "I wonder if he's as nervous as I am."
"Oh, no-not Tarzan!" Laughed the professor. "That boy has nerves of solid steel! He wouldn't be so worked up over something like this!"
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"Terk! Stop it!" Tarzan shouted, half angry, half uneasily. He kicked the female gorilla off him, giving her a firm frown. "I don't have the time!"
"Not even for wrestling?!" Terk argued, seeing Tarzan pull a few leaves out of his brown dreadlocks. "C'mon, Mr. Killjoy-this sorta thing never bothered ya before! What's eating ya, huh?!"
Tarzan glared at her.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot." Terk grumbled sarcastically. "It's because you're getting marrieeedddd...ya gonna be in luuurrrvvveee...you're gonna be doing all of that mushy gushy stuff like a sap!" The teasing never seemed to come to an end. Terk had been jeering Tarzan about this day since he first proposed to Jane. The she- gorilla was especially fond of this new game - make her friend feel as uncomfortable as possible.
Tarzan rolled his green-blue eyes. "I don't see why you have to keep going on about it." He grumbled, flashing Terk a very dirty look. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Nope. It's fun making ya squirm..."
"Maybe for you."
"When's it happenin', anyways?" Terk demanded, now feeling slightly inquisitive. She crossed her arms as she stared quizzically at the ape-man. "And how longs it gonna go on for? Are ya just gonna say; 'Yep!' and then that's it?"
Tarzan shrugged, a curious look now coming across his handsome face as his brows narrowed in thought. "I don't know." He confessed, seeming to be thinking about it for the first time in a while. "But Jane says that it shouldn't matter how long it is."
All at once, Terk began to flutter her lashes mockingly, due to the last few words her friend had just uttered. "Ohhh...Jane says..." she teased, ignoring Tarzan's scowl.
"Don't." he growled, giving her a playful shove, which forced her to stop her humiliating gestures. "I'm just telling you what she told me."
"Ya always goin' on about her!" Terk chuckled, returning back to a very fake, dry smile. "You're in luuurrrrvvvvveeee...Oh, Jane, you're so beautiful...tell me more about England...I luuurrrvvveee you..."
This was too much for Tarzan. With a mischievous grimace and a playful snarl, he leapt onto the female gorilla's back, pinning her to the ground with his knuckles.
"I do not say that!" he laughed, pretending to look furious.
"Yeah, ya do!" Terk spat back, attempting to arise from the mossy floor but finding it difficult, due to the pressure that was holding her down. "Ya always do, luurrrvvvveerrr boy!"
"Take that back, Terkina!"
The final taunt seemed to give Terk newly found strength. She rolled under her friend, wormed out of his tight grasp and, grabbing him by the back of the neck, shoved him face first into the dirt.
"Fun-ny, wise guy! Look where wisecracks get ya, huh?!"
Sitting up from the floor, Tarzan gave her a pathetic look. "Then why were you doing it?" Terk noticed that he was somehow getting the impression not to smile. "Terk! Now look what you've done! You've got me all muddy!"
"New look for ya." Terk shot back gleefully, flashing him a cheeky grin.
Throwing her a friendly glare, Tarzan brushed some of the dry mud from his face, Terk sniggering the whole time.
"Aren't ya supposed to be gettin' ready?" Terk suggested. "When does the big event start?"
"I don't know." Tarzan confessed, shaking a few remaining leaves from his hair. "But I'd better go to the tree house and start getting ready. The professor said he wanted me to be...erm...punc- tu-al, or something."
Terk raised her eyebrows. "Hey, ya got me."
As Tarzan began to make his way over, he could hear Terk calling after him.
"Hey! Sap-boy! Better get a move on! Ya wanna be punchtwowool!"
Tarzan just rolled his eyes.