Hello All! Well um here's story, we are still trying to work out the kinks of writing as a team so this could go either way on the "super good to super crappy" spectrum. We realise most people don't actually read A/N either so we will try to resist using in text notes to get you to listen to us, merely because they are so damn annoying. Well as we do in the stories we write we wish you luck in trying to read this.
Disclaimer: We don't own Supernatural... if we did no Winchester would ever wear a shirt again. Ever.
"She gently caressed the side of his face with her palm, while moving her body closer to his." She stared at the words on the computer screen and let out a small giggle, which she quickly muffled as a man close by gave her an odd look.
After reading the words once more Allison hit backspace and deleted the sentence. She quickly put away her laptop then stood while fumbling for her keys in her pocket and left the corner coffee shop with her head down.
Her editor, a middle-aged woman who smoked far too many cigarettes, had suggested she take a stroll down the street to help with the writer's block she had been experiencing as of late. Her inspiration seemed to have left with her last boyfriend and while he was a weedy little man, who seemed deprived of any passion himself, he managed to provide the creative juice Allison desperately needed to feed off of in order to write anything worthwhile.
While normally a happy person, Allison had begun to appear gloomier with each passing day she was unable to write. As a romance novelist, a job her mother still did not approve of, she attempted to pour her heart and soul into everything she wrote and as such felt as though her stories were much like her babies. She had tried to explain this to her ex once and he merely gave her an odd look, something she was quite familiar with nowadays, and asked her to pass the tomato sauce.
She hugged her coat tighter to her body while she walked down the street and began to mull over her latest work. So far all she knew about her newest main character, joining a list of another fourteen, was he was a.) a pirate, b.) either going to die tragically or live excessively happy by the end of the novel, and c.) no matter how much she wanted to she could not name him Jack.
She stopped to get a hot-dog from a vendor and studied the man while he made it. Medium height, protruding belly, slightly balding in spots, but extremely beautiful blue eyes. She considered the man carefully, wondering if her could be her pirate in disguise, but decided against it as at his age it would be hard to convince a reader he was capable of battling off a hundred other pirates and not have to sit down in the middle to catch his breath. Perhaps he would make a good first mate.
Allison's persona, Lillian Vertinga, had written fourteen books to date and if a person were to ever visit where Allison herself lived they may just meet a paperboy who resembled in, mannerisms and looks, a stable-boy from her second book; a pharmacist much like an artist searching for his muse; a waiter that seemed to internally scream for his lost love, who in reality merely lived in Boston; and her neighbour who's personality paralleled an old man's who returned from war only to find his soul mate had passed on while he was abroad, Vertinga's first, and personal favourite, main character.
Luckily no one in the town actually read her books, and therefore no one had caught on to Lillian's, or rather Allison's, habit of basing characters on everyday people that she would observe. In fact she had become so obsessed, over her waiter character, she ate all three meals at the restaurant where he worked, and had almost received a restraining order once her obsession of the young man became clear to him. It hadn't helped that one of the fatal flaws of her job was her tendency to giggle whenever she wrote something one could evenly slightly refer to as "dirty".
As she continued to walk down the cobble-stoned street, she realised how much trouble she was going to be in over her pirate, finding a man to base him off of would be difficult as she had been dying to write him since her first book, but felt she had lacked the experience to do the character justice at the time.
The cute police officer perhaps? No, he was far to clean and polite, but he might make for an interesting naval officer.
The mechanic who recently fixed her car? No, he freaked her out and there were rumours floating around that he had killed his last wife.
The homeless man who lived in an alley near Denny's? No, it would be to suspicious if she were to spend all day around him.
She sighed deeply, with the difficulty she was having in finding this character Allison had let the thought that she may be past her prime begin to circle around her head. 'Not exactly good for morale,' she thought to herself.
'Maybe.... maybe it still isn't time to write him yet,' she took a bite of her hot-dog. 'Greeeeeeat. Now I have to think of something else before Thursday. Whoop-de-freakin do.'
She let out a small squeal, causing people nearby to look, as her cellphone went off. Having forgotten she had left it on vibrate on until now she hurriedly answered,
"Why heeeeeeeeeello my dearie. Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to reach you once you get in one of your writing moods?"
She grinned.
"You sure that's why I haven't been returning your calls? You know I could just be avoiding you...."
"Haha. Your so funny. Really. Please stop."
Still grinning she replied, "So what can I do for ya' or am I supposed to read your mind as well now? "
"As awesome a trick as that would be, I would rather not have someone like you in my mind. Seriously though what are you doing this weekend?"
Allison stopped walking, she had not been expecting THAT.
"Uhhh. That depends.... do you need money?"
A laugh came through the phone from the other end of the line, "Please Allie if I needed money I definitely wouldn't be asking you. Last I heard you were asking mum for cash to just meet rent."
"No loyalty in this family huh?"
"None whatsoever."
"Greeeeeeat. That's just fabulous.... So why on Earth would you want to 'hang out' this weekend?"
"My dear little pumpkin I do believe I never asked you to 'hang out'."
"Listen cabbage-head...."
"Cabbage-head what are you five now?"
"And a half! Anyway cabbage-head if you called to just annoy me then congratulations you have succeeded, but I really don't have time for this." That was a complete lie. She definitely had time.
"Riiight.... anyway I need a favour."
Allison's lip curled into a somewhat devilish smirk, "Oh so you need a favour now....."
"Listen Allie I ain't going to beg...."
"Well then you obviously don't want a favour that much." She would have loved to see him squirming right now, and she could tell he was from the silence on his end of the line.
There was a long sigh, "Allison, my dearest; most beautiful; giving and generous; holy angel, I need a favour."
Her grin widened, "Oh really? And what that be exactly?"
"Dude I need you to house sit for me this week. Lila wants to go to some fuckin' expo in the middle of fuckin' nowhere and apparently her damn ball of fleas is to good to have a really big bowl of food left out to last it five nights in a row. The horror!"
"Wow you really don't like that cat huh?"
"Let's put it this way, if Scraps were to mysteriously fall down the middle of the stairwell in our apartment building and die a horrible, and gruesome, death I would need one hell of an airtight alibi."
She couldn't help but giggle. Only Danny could have that big of a grudge against an adorable, albeit mangy, cat like Scraps.
"Sure I suppose."
"Sweeeet. I owe ya' one girlie."
"Yes. Yes you do."
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A four hour drive just to cat-sit for a week or so seemed a little excessive but, having met Lila, Allison decided it was a good way to expose herself to new, and potentially character-influencing, people. Plus with the way she had Danny wrapped around her little finger she wouldn't be surprised if she would be getting a new sister-in-law soon and it would be a good idea to wrack up some brownie points now rather than later.
She looked at the apartment building and felt small bubbles of annoyance already. She hadn't been to Danny's apartment since he had moved with Lila and from the looks of it with good reason. It looked like the kind of place one would catch tetanus if they walked around barefooted.
"If I get stabbed while I'm here I am soooo coming back to haunt Danny's fat ass."
After eighteen floors of stairs, apparently the building had no elevator, Allison's mood had not improved. She took the key from under the mat and opened the door to the apartment, then proceeded to maneuver her body, and her bag, through the doorway. Halfway through she promptly stopped.
"Wow.... Danny is so whipped...."
The apartment looked as though it had somehow gotten stuck in a magical time portal and reverted itself back to the fifties, only with more kitten-oriented items. Allison was relatively sure, given Danny's dislike for cats, that he had had nothing to do with the decor.
Her mother would just love to hear about this.
Well that was part 1 of our story we hope you enjoyed it.
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True... Anyway Part 2 might be a little why because we have exams starting in basically a week.....
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