A story I thought of while I was in English. I'm still pumped from the new Indiana Jones movie! The title of the story and all it's chapters are named after MxPx songs. So, like always, reviews are awesome!
Right now, I don't own Indiana Jones, but Shia LaBeouf owns my heart.
"Would you like another glass of wine Indy?" Marion asked. They were cramped in the small plane on their way to Australia for their honeymoon. It had been a bumpy flight, they both felt nauseous, so they both agreed to open the bottle of wine they had been saving for their picnic to calm their nerves. It hadn't been working that well, Marion was on her third glass while Indy was almost finished with his first, he had been zoned out ever since they left Mutt with Oxley. Marion refilled his glass to the tip and looked at him. Indy smiled, and looked back out the window. Marion touched the side of his face and kissed him, afer a few seconds Indy pulled away.
"What was Mutt like when he was a kid?" Indy asked. Marion let go and sighed looking down awkwardly.
"You know talking about our son while kissing can really destroy the mood." Marion smiled.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's just been on my mind... he's almost an adult now, and I've really missed almost everything, I was talking to him about it, and I can tell he wasn't telling me everything." Indy explained. Marion smled.
"Well, it was so long ago... I can barely remember those days..." Marion tried recalling the image of a younger Mutt, "Let me see... Mutt as a kid... He was always a handful, so energetic and adventurous, ALWAYS full of questions, and Ox always had the answers, that's probably why they were so close. Ox loves to teach, Mutt loves to learn... that's one of the reasons I was so surprised when Mutt decided to quit school, he loved reading and learning how things worked. But he's like me, he has such a damn problem with authority, and people telling him what to do. Teacher's just can't handle him. I can't say I'm not disapointed that I don't see him reading about geometry or the anatomy of the skeletal system anymore, but I can say I do smile when I see him engrossed in a book all day long, even if it is about the anatomy of a motorcycle. He was always a good kid, he was always a smart kid..."
"It's a dog! It's a dog!" Mutt exclaimed with excitement. He was 4 years old wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a white shirt, he just barely came up past Oxley's knees, as they stood on the porch together. Marion was relaxing on a chair, she had the newspaper in her hand and she was reading. The shaggy brown dog had come up to the steps of the porch and slumped himself down. He was dirty and flea covered and he looked around at his new enviroment lazily. Mutt started to run towards him eagerly but Oxley quickly grabbed the back of his shirt to stop him.
"Be careful sweetheart, dogs can be dangerous, I don't want you to get hurt," Marion called from a few feet away, she had tipped the edge of her newspaper so she could watch him. Mutt wasn't impressed with this excuse.
"I can't pet him?" Mutt asked, his eyes got big and his lip quivered as he tried to look innocent. Marion looked over at the new technique he had learned, and smiled. She scoffed in defeat at his cute little face.
"Ox, the dog doesn't have rabbies does he?" she asked. Ox grinned from where he was, down on his knees examining the dog.
"Other than needing a bath, there's nothing wrong with this dog, he's an old timer." Oxley said, "You can pet him, just try not to pet him too hard."
"Yes!" Mutt yelled and smiled victoriously as he stepped down on to the porch step where he slowly put his tiny hand on the big dogs head and ran his little fingers through the dogs wild and tangled hair. The dog began to get excited and started to pant as he wagged his tail. The sound of the tail hitting the step made a loud thumping noise and cast a slight breeze on Oxley, who chuckled as the dog started licking Mutt's hand.
"It would appear Henry's made a new friend." Oxley said.
"What kind of dog is he?" Mutt asked. Oxley started to examine the dog again, he weighed his paws by putting them in his hand and lifting them, then he lifted the corner of the dogs lip to see his teeth.
"Well the paws look German Shepard, but his snout looks like a golden retrievers, but the color of the fur and the shape of the tail indicate..." Oxley started rambling.
"He's a mutt darlin," Marion interupted, she smirked at Oxley as she took a sip of lemonade. Oxley smirked back, even though his diagnosis had been stopped, he knew that it was probably going over Mutt's head anyway.
"What's that?" he asked as the dog rolled on his back and he began to rub his belly fiercly.
"It means he's a little bit of everything, he's all kinds of dogs, like uh... like you, you're British from your dad's side, and you're Irish, a little bit of Swedish, and bunch of different nationalities on my side." Marion tried explaining to him. He appeared to understand as he nodded.
"So... I'm a mutt," he stated.
"Well, in a way I guess, you can be sort of like a mutt... like the way I have to grab you and hold you down for your bath!" Marion laughed as she growled and picked him up off the ground and swung him over her shoulder. Mutt giggled and squirmed as Marion took him inside.
"See you after your bath Mutt." Oxley called out while he crossed his legs and read the newspaper with the glass of lemonade in his hand.
"...After that the nickname Mutt just stuck with him. And he begged me for a dog for more than a month after that. Ah my little baby, he really has grown up." Marion said.
"I wondered about that name... we should get a dog," Indy suggested. Marion narrowed her eyes.
"We're not getting a dog," Marion said, ending the conversation on that note.
End of Chapter one, tell me how you like it buddy!