The moment you've all been waiting for...the proposal! I might not be able to post another chapter until Sunday because I am heading out with some friends tonight and tomorrow morning, I have to prepare the house for my actors. :) I'm pretty pleased about that. Though, my Miguel Flores actor seemed pretty upset when he said he might not be able to make it after all. I felt really bad and told him that there were days where I was completely free and we could film/rehearse then. (I've known him for a long time. Not as long as Plastic Fork ( ;) ) But long enough for us to be cool with each other. AND I AM PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT I NO LONGER FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT! :D My Mal actor and I talked for awhile today and I felt...what's the word...fluffy. :D He's an amazing kid, and like I said, you guys will like him. (I've nicknamed him Orange Tie because we went to a dance and he was wearing this awesome, vibrant orange tie and I LOVED IT!)
I feel like I bore you with details of my life. But the movie is pretty important and ya'll will be hearing tons about it.
A couple of review replies;
A bit of a nerd
You are AWESOME! Haha! I read your review during school, (we were on Laptops and technically, we are NOT supposed to surf the web freely.) and I laughed out loud. I got in trouble, but let me tell you, it was worth it! :D And I love your dedication to this story. It makes me grin every time I get a review from you. And my birthday, if you wanted to know, is September 10th. I was also born in 1997.
mozzi-girl
You're amazing! I love hearing that because it means I'm not such a crappy writer after all. Though, there are some pretty good writers out there that I freak out if they write a review. An example of two; poemfromtheheart and Tiny Pterandon (hope I spelled that right.) All of the reviews I receive make me feel fuzzy and warm. Especially if someone tells me I was funny. That makes me laugh, because I tend to come from really funny parents, but very few of the children are actually funny.
Ok, and this is just an idea for a Maltara Fic I want to write. I was riding in our abnormally noisy car and one of my favorite Lady Antebellum songs started playing on my iPod. (Home is Where the Heart Is) And I thought, this song would fit perfectly for CoD, if the story line was a little different. So here's what I thought;
Natara gets fired after the friendly fire incident. Feeling horrible about this, she decides to leave the east coast entirely because of all of it's memories. With her remaining income, she starts to travel west and hits San Francisco. Discovering that she doesn't have enough money to make it home if she had to, Natara gets a job at a local diner...to be more specific, Mal Fallon's favorite local diner. She meets him for the first time and it's instantly love. After all, her mom did tell her that Home was where the Heart was.
Expect epic cheesiness and song reference. That's enough about me. Here's the story. Comment, review, ask me a question (sorry there isn't a question today. I'm drawing a blank), or talk about world domination. Whatever peels your orange. I'll try to update as much as I can and I'll make sure to keep everyone in on the movie. (So far, only one of my actors (Natara) knows who the Maskmaker is. I must get the looks on their faces when they find out!)
Peace! Love! and Bacon-As quoted by Plastic Fork. :D
The next night, after hauling Diggs and Sasha to the precinct, Mal lead Natara to his car. She was dressed in her beautiful evening dress that reached just below her knees. It was black with a white belt, an outfit Mal had grown fond of. Then again, he liked anything Natara wore.
He felt under-dressed, though. All he wore was his very nice casual clothing. The ring was stashed away in his pocket and he kept checking on it when Natara would look away.
"Are you as excited as I am?" Mal asked and Natara shrugged.
"You seem more antsy than excited. Is there something on your mind?"
Mal had a comeback. "Did I tell you that you look stunning tonight?"
Natara smiled. "About five times now."
"Crap," Mal muttered under his breath. "No, but seriously Nat, you look beautiful."
"And you look dashing," Natara retorted and she kissed him softly. "Now let's go! I'm getting hungry."
They drove off to the restaurant and ate dinner in peace for an hour at the most. Mal did what he did best and cracked jokes, especially if Natara was drinking something. Unfortunately for him, Natara knew how to control her laughter while drinking.
"You know," he said, after yet another failed attempt at trying to make her laugh, "you're not that fun when it comes to humiliation."
"You're not that bright when it comes to humiliation," Natara said, smiling kindly. They were silent for a moment as Mal had a war in his head about when he should make the move. 'Maybe when the place is less crowded,' he considered, but half of him wondered if that's what made proposals so special.
"I love it here," Natara said after the pause. "Brings back so many memories."
Mal smiled. "Yeah, I thought we should just head out tonight to a scene that was a little more friendly than a movie theater or a bar, for that matter."
"It was worth it," Natara said, reaching across the table to rest her hand on top of his. They looked at each other for a moment, completely silent. Mal was about to speak when Sean strolled over to the table.
"You two seem like you're having a grand time," Sean said, smiling happily. "Would you like some dessert? It's on the house."
"Free dessert?" Natara asked, obviously amused by this. Sean wasn't the one to just throw away food.
"Well of course, for the happy couple!" Sean said, and looked at Mal and gave him a look that read, 'Did you do it yet?' Mal shook his head in response.
"Natara," Mal said, "do you want some dessert?"
"I'm a little too full, but thank you," Natara said, nodding towards Sean.
"She's so polite," Sean said in a loud-whisper to Mal, which made Natara laugh quietly.
"I know, right," Mal copied Sean's tone. "That's why I'm in love with her."
Mal winked at Natara as Sean's voice lowered. "You know, you can't just sit around forever. If this girl doesn't have a ring on by midnight, I'm having you serenade her."
"You can't force me to sing," Mal muttered.
"Oh, but I can always make you pay the original price for your meal. It's not that hard to do, buddy."
"You're not the one proposing," Mal grumbled and Sean stepped back. "Anyway, I'll be back with the check. You two have fun."
He walked off and Mal sighed heavily. Natara raised an eyebrow. "What was that all about?" she asked.
"It was nothing, Nat," Mal replied, "just negotiating prices...Sean's way."
Sean didn't return with the check, however. In fact, he went back to helping other customers. This was a sign for Mal to get things over with so they could leave.
"What's taking Sean so long?" Natara asked, a little impatiently.
"Maybe he ran into some trouble...or something," Mal said quietly. He kept fiddling with the box in his pocket, trying to gather the courage. He had NEVER felt this nervous before...never.
"Are you okay, Mal?" Natara asked almost instantly. Mal stopped playing with the box.
"Of course I'm okay, Nat. I'm better than okay...after all, I'm with you."
Natara smiled at his especially cheesy remark and decided not to question him from that point on. It was maybe ten minutes until midnight when Mal decided enough was enough. The restaurant was fairly crowded, but that didn't seem to bother him as he dropped onto one knee. Natara was startled by this sudden action, but she soon covered her mouth, knowing exactly what was happening after Mal removed a small box from his coat pocket.
"Natara," he began, "I know we haven't been dating for as long as most people would approve of, but..."
"Yes!" Natara cried. "Of course!"
Mal looked confused, but smiled. "What?"
"I will marry you!"
Mal grinned as the attention of most of the customers was taken in by Natara's call. She practically jumped into his arms and he pulled her close. Their audience cheered for them as Mal tenderly placed a kiss on Natara's lips. Nothing could ruin this moment. Natara had just agreed to spend the rest of her life with him, and that was more than Mal could have wanted in a lifetime.
