Chatper 2! ^^ Ok now we get a desc. of the girl in this: REPEAT SHE IS NOT A MARY SUE.

Anyway, please enjoy ^^ Seasons Screamings! ^^

Mack McTeer belongs to John Goodman/Universal

Tammy B. Della is MINE

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Chapter 2: Bella Della Donna

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She had doe eyes the shade of cinnamon swirled in chestnut and wrapped in a small circle of amber, separating the color from the obsidian pupil as they were complimented nicely by a pastel yellow shade of eye shadow, matched with a deep brown masacara. Her lips were miniature rose petals that glistened with a light shimmer of sparkly lip gloss that brought out her tiny lips. Her skin was a soft peach shade as her cheeks were two blossoming roses that matched with her somewhat tiny form that had numerous small curves as though she had the body of a teenager when in truth she was older than that.

She had a perfect figure or so it seemed in Mack's view as she wore a deep scarlet dress to match her tied up dark brown hair. Tied at her somewhat wide hips (which made her not of the chubby or obese sort) was a deep brown belt with a gold buckle. Her somewhat slender legs were exaggerated by dark brown tights with golden heels as she kept jerking the collar up on her feverish red jacket as though to hide something. She didn't seem like the kind to do drugs but then again, looks could be deceiving or so Mack had learned in his life with unfortunate encounters with the wrong girl. She also didn't seem like the kind to hold any drugs for any pothead as well as hold any cash for any mafia man. What was she hiding then? Mack acknowledged that he had to figure that out or else it would drive him mad as he watched her with a slight fascination of how a beautiful woman like herself was hanging around in a place like this.

If one looked closely at her they would of noticed small cuts around the base of her neck including her wrists and ankles which would explain why she was jerking at her collar so much as she made sure that Mack did not notice these marks let alone anyone at all.

"Uh......," Mack started in a slight anxious tone before swallowing hard. "He...he's in the back, I'll uh...take you to see him," looking over he yelled to one of his co-workers to take over to which they did as he walked with the girl towards Willie's office.

The walk sweetened to last an eternity as he had attempted numerous times to keep his heartbeat from slamming so loudly against his ribcage. He also tried to stop the increasing speed of it in fear he would gain a heart attack from how attractive the young woman was besides him. Mack swore that somewhere in his mind he heard some love ballad...Can You Feel the Love Tonight? or something of the other. Nonetheless, he tried to get it out of his head by attempting to remember a rock ballad that he heard before but all that came to him was sultry music from the club's stage as the image of the girl walking with him came into his mind. Great, what he really needed as he tried to erase that but nothing worked.

"So what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" IDIOT! Why the Hell did he just say that!?

She seemed to take no offense at this as for a moment he noticed the tiny cuts at her neck before she jerked at the collar to hide them. Apparently that was a secret of her life to which he did not know of and became slightly concerned over. So that's what she was hiding as a great arousal of curiosity started to stir within him as he wondered how she received them to begin with. Nonetheless, he considered her a mystery girl considering he didn't know her name let alone anything about her was he walked with her still. He had only met this girl but he immediately fell for her. Not by looks but by how sweet and real she seemed aside from the fake women with the plastic bodies, however, looks were more than what Mack wanted even though she had already proved (by features) that she wasn't a plastic girl.

"Oh, well, I just want to make a few dollars for myself," -the usual reason for taking this job- "before I return to my fourth year of college."

"What one," he responded, hoping this conversation wouldn't end as they neared the office.

"University of Chicago," she spoke in her shy tone as she stopped when he did before the office as he knocked on the door in case Willie was doing something else. Before getting a response he had to know her name, Mack had to get this girl's name in hopes she would or wouldn't get the job and even so he'd call her and such and hope that she could be his girl; but then again what were the chances of that, he pondered to himself as he allowed his thoughts to remain only to himself and not to the beautiful woman besides him.

"What's your name by the way in case I see you around," he spoke in a more nervous tone as Willie yelled to them a few words of entrance.

"Tammy. Tammy B. Della," she spoke before entering the office and stopping at the door. "And yours'?"

"McTeer. Mack McTeer," he almost lost his tone as well as cool at how adorable she was in her view as he opened the door for her. Willie upon seeing her, immediately dismissed Mack seeing that he only needed to talk to the shy beauty and not to the bartender.

As Mack closed the door, he sighed to himself as he dragged his feet back to his work station. What girl would ever fall for him? Tammy seemed to be interested in hiding her scars (which Mack was still curious as to how she got them to begin with) as well as getting a job at the club. Besides, Mack, wasn't that great looking. He was no David Hasslehoff or whoever was considered the hottest man in Glamour or whatever one would call it. Mack didn't have six pack abs or great looking hair let along eyes that one could lose themselves in. Upon returning to the bar, he sighed once again. Who could ever learn to love a man like him? Who would ever love a bartender like him?