LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?!
I don't own Drix, Osmosis Jones, or Leah (property of WB). Any other character mentioned here is property of... well, me.
Rated PG
Osmosis Jones and Drix sat at a corner table in a new caffiene shop by the name Starbacks. It was a place they'd never been before, but they were on break and it was close by.
On another note, Ozzie thought that a change of atmosphere would help his friend. Since yesterday afternoon, Drix had been acting quite strangly- he wouldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and always seemed to be staring off into space.
Taking the last sip of his caffiene, Ozzie spoke up. "Alright, Drix- tell me what's going on."
Drix blinked a few times and looked at Ozzie. "What, Jones?" he asked, not entirely sure what his partner was talking about.
"Don't play dumb with me, pal!" Ozzie barked. "You know what I'm talking about. Something isn't right about you- usually, you're that 'by-the-book' guy who bugs me about all the stuff I overlook, but I ran three lights yesterday and you didn't say a word about any of 'em! Now, just-"
Ozzie then realized that Drix hadn't heard a word he'd said. Five seconds into his speech, and already his friend had dazed off again.
Sighing, Ozzie rested his head on the table. At this rate, he'd never find out what was wrong!
Then, a familiar face walked into the caffiene shop. "Ozzie!" said a cheerful voice. "What are you doing here? You're always at that donut shop by the station."
Standing, Ozzie hugged his girlfriend. "Hey, Leah," he greeted. "It's our break, and we were in the area, so I thought we should check it out. Besides, this change of scenery might help me figure out what's wrong with Drix."
"Oh, really?" Leah asked, concerned. "Is he okay?"
"See for yourself," Ozzie replied as he jerked his thumb towards a stupified Drix. "He's been like that since yesterday, and I still can't make heads or tails of it."
Looking at Drix closely, Leah had a hunch of what was going on. "Tell me," she said, "did either of you see any... interesting girls yesterday?"
Ozzie stepped back in shock. "Leah, girl!" he responded. "You know I wouldn't do that to you, baby!"
"How about Drix?" Leah hinted.
The young immunity officer looked at Drix, and then Leah. "You don't really think he's-"
"Of course I do," Leah interrupted, walking over to Drix. "The best way to get things started is to ask him the right questions."
Confused, Ozzie followed Leah. "How can you ask the 'right' questions?" he inquired.
Turning to her boyfriend, Leah swept her hands in Drix's direction. "Well, if you're so sure of yourself, then you ask him," she dared. "Let's see what you get out of him."
"I'll take that bet," Ozzie agreed, cracking his knuckles. "You just sit back and watch me."
As Ozzie began his second attempt at getting any answers, Drix's mind wandered to the events of that previous day...
*~*flash-back*~*flash-back*~*flash-back*~*
Ozzie and Drix sat in the car, waiting for the light to change. In the meantime, they argued over lesser matters... like how to have fun.
"No!" Drix disagreed. "I won't go with you to one of those 'night-clubs'. Who knows what parasites we may encounter!"
"Hey, I never said it was perfect," Ozzie countered. "Anyway, it'd be good for you- you'll get a taste of good music, good food, great aminos, and who knows? You might even find a girl!"
"Oh please, Jones!" Drix refused. "There are many other things I'd rather... do... than..."
Suddenly, something across the street caught Drix's eye. It was a young woman dressed in casual wear- a tank top and knee-length jeans. Though his age, she had a cute girlish figure. She read a small thick novel as she waited at the corner for the crosswalk. He watched as her short blonde hair seemed to cascade in the breeze and her delicate hands flipped the pages of her book.
Looking up from her book, the woman saw Drix staring at her from the car window. She felt that a kind gesture was in order and gave him a warm, sweet smile.
A strange feeling overcame Drix. His eyes widened with astonishment at the sight of her, his hand trembled, and he could barely speak. Most of all, a passion began burning deep within him and he felt an awesome desire to be with her.
The woman looked at the crosswalk and continued her trek as Drix watched her from the car, yearning for a woman he knew he'd never have. Though disappointed, he wasn't comepletely devastated; in fact, viewing her from afar sparked an untouchable element somewhere in the depths of his soul.
"Drix?" Ozzie said, snapping his fingers. "Drix? You there, pal?"
---end flash-back---end flash-back---end flash-back---
"Hello?!" Ozzie continued shouting. "Frank to Drix! Drix!!"
Unmoving, Drix continued his ponderings. Who was that woman? What did she do? Would he ever see her again? If so, would she like him in the same aspects he liked her?
Leah sighed. There was no way Ozzie would ever get Drix to speak up... unless, that is, he said three simple words...
"Whose the girl?" Leah asked.
Suddenly, Drix snapped back to reality. "What?" he finally responded.
Raising his eyebrows, Ozzie continued questioning his pal. "That's it, isn't it?" he said, grinning. "You've finally found yourself a lady! So, who is she?"
Drix shook his head. He wasn't defending himself anymore- they already knew- but the fact was he had no clue who this woman was. "I don't know," he confessed. "I only caught a glimpse of her, but she seems very nice."
Leah sat next to Drix. "Can you tell me what she looks like?" she suggested. "I might know her, or maybe I've seen her before."
Sighing, Drix began to idly describe this feminine wonder. "She is a woman of my age with an adolescent's figure," he explained. "I believe she's an intellectual, as I saw her reading a thick novel. She also seems very kind; I remember her beautiful smile distinctly."
As Drix continued rambling on about the girl, Ozzie noticed another customer walk in at that moment. She seemed to fit Drix's description exactly- maybe it was her. Hey, it was worth a shot.
Ozzie walked over to the woman. "Excuse me!" he said, waving his hand. "Excuse me, can I have a word with you?"
Nodding, the woman walked over to Ozzie. "Yes, is anything wrong?" she asked.
"No, but I'd like you to come with me for a moment," Ozzie replied. "It's for a friend."
Meanwhile, Drix had stopped describing the girl a while ago. There wasn't much left to tell; besides, he seemed to be happiest in his thoughts.
Then, Ozzie sat down across from Drix. "So, Drix, tell me how you feel about that girl you saw," he suggested. "You must really like her, huh?"
"There isn't much left to say, Jones," Drix answered. "All I can tell you is that she's beautiful and I think I may love her."
Astonished, the woman pointed to herself, silently asking Ozzie if he meant her; she had been standing behind Drix the whole time!
Nodding in response, Ozzie walked up next to Drix. "Buddy, turn around," he said. "You're in for a big surprise."
Drix turned around... it was her! The woman from the crosswalk! She was here... with him... and she must have heard his last few words.
Embarrassed and nervous, Drix turned away. He hadn't exactly planned for this...
"Hi," the woman greeted, sitting on Drix's other side. "I'm Traecia, but you can call me Traci. I heard those nice things you said about me- do you really think that?"
Hesistating, Drix tried to say something. True, he loved her, but what if he said something wrong, or answered the wrong way?
Suddenly, Ozzie intervined. "Are you kidding?" he pushed. "This guy's crazy about you! You're all he talks about since he saw you! Girl, he doesn't like you- he loves you!"
Before Drix could verbally defend himself, Traci smiled and hugged him. Those words meant so much to her- no guy she had ever dated was so sincere with his feelings, and this was a guy that just saw her on the street corner!
Letting go, Traci took out a small piece of paper and began to write a few things down. "Here's my name, address, and number- if you want it," she offered. "I know you must be kinda embarrassed, so why don't I make it up to you with a date?"
For the first time, Drix felt comfortable enough to speak with Traci. "Thank you," he accepted her offer. "I- I would love to go. I'll arrange it when I can."
Nodding, Traci shook Drix's hand. "You're quite a gentleman," she complimented, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "I like that."
Blushing a little, Drix waved as Traci began to leave. He couldn't believe it- he actually had a girlfriend. Who knows what was next?
Traci stuck her head back inside. "I almost forgot to ask!" she said. "What's your name?"
Smiling, the cold pill replied, "Drix."
Waving goodbye, Traci left once more, but this time with a slight shift in her hips. She was beginning to like this Drix fellow, and prayed silently he'd call later.
Ozzie patting Drix on the pat. "Way to go, buddy!"he congratulated.
Drix did not reply; he was now even more lost in his thoughts than before.
Realizing this, Ozzie slapped himself on the forehead. "Great- now we're back to Square One!" he yelled, looking at a nearby clock. "Worse yet, our break's over!"
Leah smiled. "Well, at least you know what's wrong," she reassured her boyfriend. "Better yet, you may end up with a better co-worker. It'll take time, but it's worth the wait."
I don't own Drix, Osmosis Jones, or Leah (property of WB). Any other character mentioned here is property of... well, me.
Rated PG
Osmosis Jones and Drix sat at a corner table in a new caffiene shop by the name Starbacks. It was a place they'd never been before, but they were on break and it was close by.
On another note, Ozzie thought that a change of atmosphere would help his friend. Since yesterday afternoon, Drix had been acting quite strangly- he wouldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and always seemed to be staring off into space.
Taking the last sip of his caffiene, Ozzie spoke up. "Alright, Drix- tell me what's going on."
Drix blinked a few times and looked at Ozzie. "What, Jones?" he asked, not entirely sure what his partner was talking about.
"Don't play dumb with me, pal!" Ozzie barked. "You know what I'm talking about. Something isn't right about you- usually, you're that 'by-the-book' guy who bugs me about all the stuff I overlook, but I ran three lights yesterday and you didn't say a word about any of 'em! Now, just-"
Ozzie then realized that Drix hadn't heard a word he'd said. Five seconds into his speech, and already his friend had dazed off again.
Sighing, Ozzie rested his head on the table. At this rate, he'd never find out what was wrong!
Then, a familiar face walked into the caffiene shop. "Ozzie!" said a cheerful voice. "What are you doing here? You're always at that donut shop by the station."
Standing, Ozzie hugged his girlfriend. "Hey, Leah," he greeted. "It's our break, and we were in the area, so I thought we should check it out. Besides, this change of scenery might help me figure out what's wrong with Drix."
"Oh, really?" Leah asked, concerned. "Is he okay?"
"See for yourself," Ozzie replied as he jerked his thumb towards a stupified Drix. "He's been like that since yesterday, and I still can't make heads or tails of it."
Looking at Drix closely, Leah had a hunch of what was going on. "Tell me," she said, "did either of you see any... interesting girls yesterday?"
Ozzie stepped back in shock. "Leah, girl!" he responded. "You know I wouldn't do that to you, baby!"
"How about Drix?" Leah hinted.
The young immunity officer looked at Drix, and then Leah. "You don't really think he's-"
"Of course I do," Leah interrupted, walking over to Drix. "The best way to get things started is to ask him the right questions."
Confused, Ozzie followed Leah. "How can you ask the 'right' questions?" he inquired.
Turning to her boyfriend, Leah swept her hands in Drix's direction. "Well, if you're so sure of yourself, then you ask him," she dared. "Let's see what you get out of him."
"I'll take that bet," Ozzie agreed, cracking his knuckles. "You just sit back and watch me."
As Ozzie began his second attempt at getting any answers, Drix's mind wandered to the events of that previous day...
*~*flash-back*~*flash-back*~*flash-back*~*
Ozzie and Drix sat in the car, waiting for the light to change. In the meantime, they argued over lesser matters... like how to have fun.
"No!" Drix disagreed. "I won't go with you to one of those 'night-clubs'. Who knows what parasites we may encounter!"
"Hey, I never said it was perfect," Ozzie countered. "Anyway, it'd be good for you- you'll get a taste of good music, good food, great aminos, and who knows? You might even find a girl!"
"Oh please, Jones!" Drix refused. "There are many other things I'd rather... do... than..."
Suddenly, something across the street caught Drix's eye. It was a young woman dressed in casual wear- a tank top and knee-length jeans. Though his age, she had a cute girlish figure. She read a small thick novel as she waited at the corner for the crosswalk. He watched as her short blonde hair seemed to cascade in the breeze and her delicate hands flipped the pages of her book.
Looking up from her book, the woman saw Drix staring at her from the car window. She felt that a kind gesture was in order and gave him a warm, sweet smile.
A strange feeling overcame Drix. His eyes widened with astonishment at the sight of her, his hand trembled, and he could barely speak. Most of all, a passion began burning deep within him and he felt an awesome desire to be with her.
The woman looked at the crosswalk and continued her trek as Drix watched her from the car, yearning for a woman he knew he'd never have. Though disappointed, he wasn't comepletely devastated; in fact, viewing her from afar sparked an untouchable element somewhere in the depths of his soul.
"Drix?" Ozzie said, snapping his fingers. "Drix? You there, pal?"
---end flash-back---end flash-back---end flash-back---
"Hello?!" Ozzie continued shouting. "Frank to Drix! Drix!!"
Unmoving, Drix continued his ponderings. Who was that woman? What did she do? Would he ever see her again? If so, would she like him in the same aspects he liked her?
Leah sighed. There was no way Ozzie would ever get Drix to speak up... unless, that is, he said three simple words...
"Whose the girl?" Leah asked.
Suddenly, Drix snapped back to reality. "What?" he finally responded.
Raising his eyebrows, Ozzie continued questioning his pal. "That's it, isn't it?" he said, grinning. "You've finally found yourself a lady! So, who is she?"
Drix shook his head. He wasn't defending himself anymore- they already knew- but the fact was he had no clue who this woman was. "I don't know," he confessed. "I only caught a glimpse of her, but she seems very nice."
Leah sat next to Drix. "Can you tell me what she looks like?" she suggested. "I might know her, or maybe I've seen her before."
Sighing, Drix began to idly describe this feminine wonder. "She is a woman of my age with an adolescent's figure," he explained. "I believe she's an intellectual, as I saw her reading a thick novel. She also seems very kind; I remember her beautiful smile distinctly."
As Drix continued rambling on about the girl, Ozzie noticed another customer walk in at that moment. She seemed to fit Drix's description exactly- maybe it was her. Hey, it was worth a shot.
Ozzie walked over to the woman. "Excuse me!" he said, waving his hand. "Excuse me, can I have a word with you?"
Nodding, the woman walked over to Ozzie. "Yes, is anything wrong?" she asked.
"No, but I'd like you to come with me for a moment," Ozzie replied. "It's for a friend."
Meanwhile, Drix had stopped describing the girl a while ago. There wasn't much left to tell; besides, he seemed to be happiest in his thoughts.
Then, Ozzie sat down across from Drix. "So, Drix, tell me how you feel about that girl you saw," he suggested. "You must really like her, huh?"
"There isn't much left to say, Jones," Drix answered. "All I can tell you is that she's beautiful and I think I may love her."
Astonished, the woman pointed to herself, silently asking Ozzie if he meant her; she had been standing behind Drix the whole time!
Nodding in response, Ozzie walked up next to Drix. "Buddy, turn around," he said. "You're in for a big surprise."
Drix turned around... it was her! The woman from the crosswalk! She was here... with him... and she must have heard his last few words.
Embarrassed and nervous, Drix turned away. He hadn't exactly planned for this...
"Hi," the woman greeted, sitting on Drix's other side. "I'm Traecia, but you can call me Traci. I heard those nice things you said about me- do you really think that?"
Hesistating, Drix tried to say something. True, he loved her, but what if he said something wrong, or answered the wrong way?
Suddenly, Ozzie intervined. "Are you kidding?" he pushed. "This guy's crazy about you! You're all he talks about since he saw you! Girl, he doesn't like you- he loves you!"
Before Drix could verbally defend himself, Traci smiled and hugged him. Those words meant so much to her- no guy she had ever dated was so sincere with his feelings, and this was a guy that just saw her on the street corner!
Letting go, Traci took out a small piece of paper and began to write a few things down. "Here's my name, address, and number- if you want it," she offered. "I know you must be kinda embarrassed, so why don't I make it up to you with a date?"
For the first time, Drix felt comfortable enough to speak with Traci. "Thank you," he accepted her offer. "I- I would love to go. I'll arrange it when I can."
Nodding, Traci shook Drix's hand. "You're quite a gentleman," she complimented, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "I like that."
Blushing a little, Drix waved as Traci began to leave. He couldn't believe it- he actually had a girlfriend. Who knows what was next?
Traci stuck her head back inside. "I almost forgot to ask!" she said. "What's your name?"
Smiling, the cold pill replied, "Drix."
Waving goodbye, Traci left once more, but this time with a slight shift in her hips. She was beginning to like this Drix fellow, and prayed silently he'd call later.
Ozzie patting Drix on the pat. "Way to go, buddy!"he congratulated.
Drix did not reply; he was now even more lost in his thoughts than before.
Realizing this, Ozzie slapped himself on the forehead. "Great- now we're back to Square One!" he yelled, looking at a nearby clock. "Worse yet, our break's over!"
Leah smiled. "Well, at least you know what's wrong," she reassured her boyfriend. "Better yet, you may end up with a better co-worker. It'll take time, but it's worth the wait."