Haha! Finally the formatting is fixed so this should be easier on the eyes. This is my first story to be posted on the web (woohoo!), and I know its a bit cheesy. The story itself is rather short. I hadn't expected to 6 chapters to come from it.
Some stuff you should know about he characters:
Mahalia is a seamstress' apprentice.
Cordelia is her best friend from the Bronx
Serge is a delivery/errand boy for the seamstress shop where Mahalia works.
Shadow is a good friend of Serge's.
I don't own Mush (heh).
SO...without further ado...here's chapter one:
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"Look, he's by himself. Go talk to him!"
"Mahalia, what can I say?"
"Just say 'hello' 'how are you?' 'I think you're very good looking' "
"I can't say that. He'll think I'm too forward."
"Well, then don't tell him you like him, but you bought him a gift, Cordy. You have to give it to him."
"It's not a gift. I prefer to call it a token of appreciation," Cordelia said tossing her head back dramatically.
"Whatever it is, you have to give to him. He's right there." And with that Mahalia shoved Cordelia out the lodging house door.
Cordelia caught her balance on the top of the steps. If she tried to turn back now,
she'd look like a fool. She turned around towards the street and saw Shadow leaning on a lamp post, staring dreamily off in the distance.
Cordelia cleared her throat, but he continued to gaze into space. She took a deep breath, remembering the 'actress relaxation techniques' she had discovered.
"What are you doing out here alone?" she said descending the stone steps and walking towards Shadow.
He seemed to hear her this time and turned to look at her. Cordelia smiled at him as she notice how the amber glow of the street light fell upon his head and shoulders, and how it made their rising clouds of breath shimmer in the air. His wide mouth twitched into a quick fleeting smile.
"Nothing, really," he said in response to Cordelia's question.
"It's awful cold to just be standing here," Cordelia said pulling her coat closer to her.
"It is."
She paused, thinking of what to say next. "It's Valentine's Day. You should be inside talking about your day's adventures with the rest of the boys."
Shadow raised an eyebrow. "It's Valentine's day? I guess that's why all the gents in the city were walking around with roses. Did Serge take Mahalia out?"
"No. She says he never even mentioned the day."
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Inside, Mahalia peered out the lodging house window and watched as Cordelia tried to start conversation with the appropriately-named Shadow. As usual, he wasn't speaking much and his feelings were a mystery. She turned away, silently wishing Cordy luck.
"What are you doing here?" Mush asked as Mahalia came away from the window.
"I live here with the rest of you," she said looking at him strangely.
"No, I mean, I woulda thought for sure that you'd be wit Serge right now."
Mahalia shrugged nonchalantly. "We never talked about doing anything tonight."
No they hadn't. In fact, Serge seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that it was Valentine's Day at all. Of course, being with him at work and exchanging the usual evening kiss was nice, but today he didn't even walk her home. Mahalia was a romantic and a daydreamer (she knew this) and she had imagined a romantic evening. It was her first Valentine's Day with a valentine and she was standing in the lodging house without her significant other. Hopefully, this wasn't some sort of omen. She really liked Serge.
She turned her attention back to Mush, who had taken off his cap and let his curly hair free.
"How was your evening, Mush?"
"Very nice. I doubled with Blink. We went out for dinner with what we'd saved." Mush said with a grin.
"Sounds like you had a good time. Where's Blink now?"
"Oh, I did," Mush's grin widened. "Blink…well, he decided to stay out a little longer." Mush wiggled his eyebrows. Mahalia rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
Some stuff you should know about he characters:
Mahalia is a seamstress' apprentice.
Cordelia is her best friend from the Bronx
Serge is a delivery/errand boy for the seamstress shop where Mahalia works.
Shadow is a good friend of Serge's.
I don't own Mush (heh).
SO...without further ado...here's chapter one:
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"Look, he's by himself. Go talk to him!"
"Mahalia, what can I say?"
"Just say 'hello' 'how are you?' 'I think you're very good looking' "
"I can't say that. He'll think I'm too forward."
"Well, then don't tell him you like him, but you bought him a gift, Cordy. You have to give it to him."
"It's not a gift. I prefer to call it a token of appreciation," Cordelia said tossing her head back dramatically.
"Whatever it is, you have to give to him. He's right there." And with that Mahalia shoved Cordelia out the lodging house door.
Cordelia caught her balance on the top of the steps. If she tried to turn back now,
she'd look like a fool. She turned around towards the street and saw Shadow leaning on a lamp post, staring dreamily off in the distance.
Cordelia cleared her throat, but he continued to gaze into space. She took a deep breath, remembering the 'actress relaxation techniques' she had discovered.
"What are you doing out here alone?" she said descending the stone steps and walking towards Shadow.
He seemed to hear her this time and turned to look at her. Cordelia smiled at him as she notice how the amber glow of the street light fell upon his head and shoulders, and how it made their rising clouds of breath shimmer in the air. His wide mouth twitched into a quick fleeting smile.
"Nothing, really," he said in response to Cordelia's question.
"It's awful cold to just be standing here," Cordelia said pulling her coat closer to her.
"It is."
She paused, thinking of what to say next. "It's Valentine's Day. You should be inside talking about your day's adventures with the rest of the boys."
Shadow raised an eyebrow. "It's Valentine's day? I guess that's why all the gents in the city were walking around with roses. Did Serge take Mahalia out?"
"No. She says he never even mentioned the day."
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Inside, Mahalia peered out the lodging house window and watched as Cordelia tried to start conversation with the appropriately-named Shadow. As usual, he wasn't speaking much and his feelings were a mystery. She turned away, silently wishing Cordy luck.
"What are you doing here?" Mush asked as Mahalia came away from the window.
"I live here with the rest of you," she said looking at him strangely.
"No, I mean, I woulda thought for sure that you'd be wit Serge right now."
Mahalia shrugged nonchalantly. "We never talked about doing anything tonight."
No they hadn't. In fact, Serge seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that it was Valentine's Day at all. Of course, being with him at work and exchanging the usual evening kiss was nice, but today he didn't even walk her home. Mahalia was a romantic and a daydreamer (she knew this) and she had imagined a romantic evening. It was her first Valentine's Day with a valentine and she was standing in the lodging house without her significant other. Hopefully, this wasn't some sort of omen. She really liked Serge.
She turned her attention back to Mush, who had taken off his cap and let his curly hair free.
"How was your evening, Mush?"
"Very nice. I doubled with Blink. We went out for dinner with what we'd saved." Mush said with a grin.
"Sounds like you had a good time. Where's Blink now?"
"Oh, I did," Mush's grin widened. "Blink…well, he decided to stay out a little longer." Mush wiggled his eyebrows. Mahalia rolled her eyes good-naturedly.