Picture 100 Words of Detty
Hiiii! Ok so I am kind of restarting my 100 words collection. I'm sort of cheating. I just want to restart. Hope you don't mind.
So, the gist of this is for me to write a story inspired by a single word. This will be a collection of one-shots or shorts involving Daniel and Betty.
So here is the new first word. Smile.
For entertainment only :P
100 Words: SMILE
Yes! I thought to myself. I am Daniel Meade, officially, the Editor in Chief of MODE Magazine.
I successfully sold a pitch that set me back on course in a job that I was thrown into by my father.
I looked at the girl before me that made it all possible. A feeling of gratitude washed over me as I looked at her. I suddenly felt a hand on my back and a "great work" muttered from my father. Something I almost never heard him say. Especially to me.
"The idea was actually" I started to say but was cut off "-His best one" Betty finished. "...don't you think?" she added.
My father nodded in agreement and walked off. I looked at her in surprise wondering how she could let me take the credit for something that was completely hers.
Something so beautifully hers
Even as Wilhelmina came up and started yapping away I continued to look at the colorful girl in front of me.
I finally glanced at Wilhelmina as she walked away without realizing I was somewhat staring at my assistant.
When the evil wench and her minion left I looked back to my newfound partner and she looked up at me with an almost shy smile. As I looked at her that smile of hers grew bigger. And with that I found myself smiling bigger. Her smile was oddly contagious, even despite the metal that adorned her teeth.
I hadn't realized how positive this spitfire before me was. And I let someone fool me into hurting her. I suddenly felt relieved that she decided to come back. I wasn't sure why she came back. Did she come back because I told her the idea she developed was beautiful? Or had she come back because I pretty much begged her to? Was it for me or for her? Maybe both?
I wasn't sure, but at that moment I realized it didn't matter what her reason was; the fact that she was here actually made me feel happy.
A rare and encouraging kind of happy
When the meeting was over and I was leaving, I stopped as I was about to get into the town car with one of my 'flavors of the week'. For a brief second I felt ashamed of myself. For some reason I wanted to wait and see Betty again before I left.
I didn't really know why I wanted to wait. I was going to see her tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
That thought vanished from my mind as I saw her exit the building with the woman that worked in the Closet.
Christina.
I called her without a second thought
"Betty!"
I waved my hand and momentarily felt embarrassed at my behavior. I was waiting for a girl. I called her. It was usually the other way around. Daniel Meade never waited for a girl. Girls waited on me. For me.
She spoke to Christina and then walked over.
I looked at her "you should have let me tell him it was your idea." I said still not understanding how she could be so kind. "Don't worry. I will the next time" she uttered and that made me laugh. I liked that. I knew that she was going to keep me in line somehow and I was glad. I realized I needed that. And I realized that I was wrong to judge her.
"Thanks" I said a smile still on my face. "You're welcome" she responded.
She began to spit off things that needed to be done in the morning. I smirked listening to her. "Betty..." I interrupted "tomorrow"
She stopped talking and looked at me. She nodded with a small smile.
I smiled.
Unexpectedly an 'ehhm' was heard from the town car. I looked at the town car and then back at Betty.
"Good night" I said leaning against the door somewhat.
She smiled and nodded.
As I started to get into the town car, I stopped and watched her walk away. She tripped, but continued walking. That smile was still on her face. I smirked as I watched her and got in the town car.
Betty... That was her, I thought.
As the town car was pulling away, I noticed Christina was still standing outside of the building.
She smiled at me. It was a strange smile. Like she caught me in the act of something.
It made me nervous and somewhat embarrassed that she saw me watching Betty walk away. I just smiled back, something I would have never done. Before today.
As the town car drove off, the model I forgot was sitting next to me grazed her hand across my leg. I looked to her and smirked. But then I felt weird about being with her.
I was Daniel Meade. I was deemed New York's playboy extraordinaire. I was in a car with a hot sexy model who wanted me. And all I could think about was Betty.
It was unnerving and I pushed the thought of her away and grabbed the model's face in my hands and kissed her.
I figured if I continued to kiss her, the thought of my assistant would vanish from thought.
A flash of her smile crossed my mind and I pulled apart from the blonde leggy beauty I was just kissing.
I sighed and dropped my head against the seat of the car.
She looked at me oddly, but slid her hand up my chest.
I looked to her hesitantly. "How about we just go to dinner" I suggested not wanting to do more with her. I didn't know what I felt. Guilt? Shame? Something else?
"Sure" she said, then a seductive smile swept her face "As long as there's dessert" she finished.
I smirked half-heartedly. All I could think about was tomorrow. I smiled. A genuine smile. Something that was rare for me.
Tomorrow... I thought to myself.
AN: I am so cheating. lol Let me know what you think.