A/N: This is my very first Addams Family Fic I hope you like it please let me know what you think. Pretty please.

Gomez Addams walked to his family's business, the local mortuary. He breathed in the smog of the early morning. "Lovely day," he muttered to himself. For the fifteenth time on this morning commute, Gomez looked over his shoulder to no avail. All morning he had felt like someone was watching him. He shook the feeling and kept walking until he reached the sign with fading letters "ADDAMS & FAMILY MORGUE AND MORTUARY".

"Oh Mama!" he shouted into the old haunted house.

"In here Gomez!" Mama was readying a Mr. Frump for burial today.

Gomez hung up his coat and hat and went to set up the viewing room. He was almost startled when he realized that there was a girl sitting in the front row who seemed to be about 20. She's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. He stood there admiring her for a second. The way her midnight black hair rested on her back and the way her equally black dress fit her every curve perfectly. He had to clear his throat before he could speak.

~MORTICIA'S POV~

I could feel him watching me. Could feel his eyes boring holes into me as he tried to figure out who I was. Then I heard him clear his throat, "Uh may I help you miss?"

"No I was just admiring your establishment. It's very beautiful."

"Thanks. Most girls don't like to be in here. They say it smells of death."

"Oh it does but I love the smell of death. It's a whole lot better than the flowery perfume my mother likes to spray all over the house. Now that's repulsive."

"Yes it rather sounds like it," he scratched the back of his neck nervously. I smiled inwardly I knew what he wanted to ask. "Uh, I don't mean to be rude, and don't take this as I want you to leave but what are you doing here?"

"Oh my father is going to be buried here later."

"I'm sorry."

"That's ok he was old. Nearly 100. It's better now actually. Now he's not in pain anymore."

"Your father is Mr. Frump? Your father was nearly 100?"

"Yes my mother was a gold digger. Still is actually. But not for herself. Now she is trying to marry my sister and I off to random millionaire strangers. Trying being the operative word in my case. My sister is already "happily" married to a billionaire. Mother really outdid herself there. She's introduced me to nearly 20 suitors since my eighteenth birthday, and they all never last more than two weeks. They end up going up to her with one of many excuses 1.) 'Your daughter is weird' 2.) 'I wouldn't want to wake up to that every morning' or 3.) 'You might want to consider a convent or a mental institution for that obscenity of a woman.'" I just realized the odd look on his face and that I had said too much. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spill my whole life story to y-"

"How could any man be so cruel to such an angel?"

"Me? Sir, I've only known you for ten minutes and though I just spilled my life story out to you I highly doubt that you know enough about me as to call me an angel." I felt so bad being so mean to him but I felt as if he was just playing me and I couldn't stand to be hurt again. Not by him. True, I had only known him for a matter of minutes but there was something about him and I wanted him to like me. Really wanted him to like me.

"I am truly sorry to have offended you."

"That's ok I'm sorry for biting your head off," we both laughed.

"Well I have to get back to work preparing for your father's funeral. You're welcome to stay if you'd like." He began to walk away.

"Wait! I don't believe I got your name." I stated quickly not wanting to end our conversation.

"Gomez….. Gomez Addams. And yours?"

"Morticia Frump."

"Morticia," he said thoughtfully. The way my name rolled off his tongue made my heart flutter. "Morticia…. Is it ok if I call you Tish?"

I smiled, "Yeah."

"Well, Tish, like I said before I have to start preparing."

"Wait, Gomez! Do you think maybe I could help?"

"Sure." He smiled at me, "Come with me." He held out his hand and I grabbed it trying to ignore the electricity generating between our joined hands as we walked but also wondering if he felt it too.

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