Until He's Caught
Disclaimer: I don't own Secret Window and I don't own any of th characters
from the movie, but any that aren't seen in the movie are mine.
Though...(she thought to herself as an after thought) I would love to own
Johnny Depp! rubs hands together evil laugh then starts drooling
A/N: Okay this is set just after the movie. The sheriff has banished him to
doing his grocery shopping and everything in the next town and it's all
pretty much how it would be right afterward. And no! this is not a mary
sue! i just wrote it in the first person. though i will state i have
nothing wrong with mary sue's because it's just a form of writing.
Chapter 1: Arrival of a mysterious girl
I looked toward the old beat up -it's-seen-better-days corner store/ gas station in the middle of nowhere. My bags in a huge pile at my feet. The Grey Hound bus behind me sped away, spitting pebbled at me, kicking up monstrous amounts of dust. I looked at the back of the bus, swearing at it's rapidly disappearing back end.
" Thanks a lot ass-hole!" I raised my voice at it, angry at the fact that now my black, extremely baggy jeans and my black 5x too big Atticus hoody sweatshirt were dirty. I looked back at the corner store and noticed a group of (I'm guessing) local teens sitting on the porch laughing and joking around. I picked up my bags and headed into the store, not wanting to talk to the kids at the moment. It was hopeless though because the store clerk looked to be about the same age. He had a fairly good build and on any other day I would have found him very hot but I was having a really bad day. Especially with the whole not wanting to be here in the first place thing.
"Excuse me," I squinted at the tiny name tag he was wearing. "Justin, um, I'm new around here and I have a really stupid question but one that I would really like to know. Where are all the houses and shit around here?" I asked politely. He answered me back in almost the same fashion. "Everyone lives down that way," he pointed to the the direction the bus sped of in. "And all the crap like the town and the stores is that way." He pointed to the direction I came from.
"Oh, okay, thank you. I guess I probably could have figured that out on my own then, huh?" I laughed and he laughed with me. "Trust me, it's a quite common question that's asked around here. I want to get out of here so bad it's not even funny." he smiled. "Well, where do you want to go?" I was starting to feel more like myself and started flirting a little. "I honestly don't care. Anywhere, as long as people don't have to ask if there are any indoor washrooms around!" He pulled himself up to sit on the counter. Justin's Point of View I looked into her eyes, rimmed with heavily applied black make-up and smiled. It was completely obviously she's flirting with me but I let her think that I didn't know and just flirt back because I think she's cute. Her brown hair is long, to the middle of her back. Layers start at the bottom of her head going down. 'I think I'll ask her if I can walk her to wherever the hell it is she's going' I thought to myself. My Point of View
He asked me if he could walk me to my house and I had to politely decline. If I was going to be living here for a while (hopefully not permanently), I had to find my own way around. So, I said my goodbyes and picked my back pack up and put it on my back and then I picked up my suitcase and my stupid instument case. God I hated it. Well, that's not quite true, I actually liked playing the fiddle but I get extremely frustrated with it. I started on my long journey in the middle of nowhere, feeling the eyes of the teens on the porch watching my back.
Seeing as I'm going to have a little bit of time before I have anything else to do, Iguess I can tell you why I'm here at apparently just outside of Tashmore Lake.
Chapter 1: Arrival of a mysterious girl
I looked toward the old beat up -it's-seen-better-days corner store/ gas station in the middle of nowhere. My bags in a huge pile at my feet. The Grey Hound bus behind me sped away, spitting pebbled at me, kicking up monstrous amounts of dust. I looked at the back of the bus, swearing at it's rapidly disappearing back end.
" Thanks a lot ass-hole!" I raised my voice at it, angry at the fact that now my black, extremely baggy jeans and my black 5x too big Atticus hoody sweatshirt were dirty. I looked back at the corner store and noticed a group of (I'm guessing) local teens sitting on the porch laughing and joking around. I picked up my bags and headed into the store, not wanting to talk to the kids at the moment. It was hopeless though because the store clerk looked to be about the same age. He had a fairly good build and on any other day I would have found him very hot but I was having a really bad day. Especially with the whole not wanting to be here in the first place thing.
"Excuse me," I squinted at the tiny name tag he was wearing. "Justin, um, I'm new around here and I have a really stupid question but one that I would really like to know. Where are all the houses and shit around here?" I asked politely. He answered me back in almost the same fashion. "Everyone lives down that way," he pointed to the the direction the bus sped of in. "And all the crap like the town and the stores is that way." He pointed to the direction I came from.
"Oh, okay, thank you. I guess I probably could have figured that out on my own then, huh?" I laughed and he laughed with me. "Trust me, it's a quite common question that's asked around here. I want to get out of here so bad it's not even funny." he smiled. "Well, where do you want to go?" I was starting to feel more like myself and started flirting a little. "I honestly don't care. Anywhere, as long as people don't have to ask if there are any indoor washrooms around!" He pulled himself up to sit on the counter. Justin's Point of View I looked into her eyes, rimmed with heavily applied black make-up and smiled. It was completely obviously she's flirting with me but I let her think that I didn't know and just flirt back because I think she's cute. Her brown hair is long, to the middle of her back. Layers start at the bottom of her head going down. 'I think I'll ask her if I can walk her to wherever the hell it is she's going' I thought to myself. My Point of View
He asked me if he could walk me to my house and I had to politely decline. If I was going to be living here for a while (hopefully not permanently), I had to find my own way around. So, I said my goodbyes and picked my back pack up and put it on my back and then I picked up my suitcase and my stupid instument case. God I hated it. Well, that's not quite true, I actually liked playing the fiddle but I get extremely frustrated with it. I started on my long journey in the middle of nowhere, feeling the eyes of the teens on the porch watching my back.
Seeing as I'm going to have a little bit of time before I have anything else to do, Iguess I can tell you why I'm here at apparently just outside of Tashmore Lake.