It Sounded Cooler In The Movie
Chapter Seven: Another Date
The air around him all but rippled with the rage emanating off of him, suffice to say, this was the Mortimer Toynbee she was used to. A hair-trigger, bi-polar psychopath. She put her hand on his arm, drawing his attention back to her. "It's okay… really…"
He'd done it again; lost his temper. Stupid, he had to keep his anger under control if he was going to make this work, if he was going to win her back. He almost wished things were back to the way they were back then when he had her to himself, but that was another thing, he had to learn to share her.
Closing his eyes, he did his best to divert all his poisonous emotions to the back of his mind. Her lips gently touched his and his eyes snapped open. He stopped wrestling with his emotions, practically frozen. All his poisonous emotions were yanked away and extinguished. Just like that. Just like he remembered. She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. When she pulled back, he stared. "You need to go, Mort… Unless you want your pictures in the rag-mags again."
"But Liz-"
A quick peck. "Pick me up at six. Okay?"
He nodded stiffly, straightening up some. "I'll be there." He offered her 'publicist' another harsh glare.
He responded to this with the utmost bravery by cowering behind Elizabeth who just smiled at him apologetically. That stung, she was apologizing for him.
"Six."
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"She didn't even say what she wanted ta do… ain't I supposed ta be the one plannin' tha dates?"
It kind of bothered him that he'd tried on about five things. What was he; a bloody woman? He'd never strived so hard to please someone in his entire life. Maybe this was normal, it's not like he knew anything about dating.
He gripped the edge of the sink, hanging his head, "I royally fucked up ta'day… I gotta make it up ta 'er. I can't keep actin' like dis, I gotta change… for 'er." He knew it was true, and he wanted to change, he really did. He wanted to be the man she deserved, and the one to make her happy, but the odds of that happening; when he couldn't even begin to get a handle on his anger, were slim to none. "…But where tha 'ell do I start?"
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"You know, he's not the kind I expected to show up late to dates…" Elizabeth muttered, tapping her foot impatiently. She wasn't worried about him not showing up, she knew without a doubt that he would… It was the waiting that was agony.
She actually went so far as to suspect he'd flinched when she'd flung the door open before he could knock.
"……'Lizabeth?"
Tired of being dogged by shutterbugs… well, more for Mort's sake, really, Elizabeth had her hair tucked up under a hat and was wearing her contacts (as much as they irritated her). She'd also gone with a baggy T-shirt and jeans instead of something more… flattering. Admittedly, she would have preferred something else, maybe something exposing her cleavage just a bit at least, but the more easily she was looked over, the better.
Judging by that lightly questioning looks, she'd done decently.
"Who else, silly?"
"You look… uh… diffr'nt."
"I know, I know, I look like a chubby guy in these clothes, but it should keep that paparazzi at bay." She said, almost apologetically.
"I think yer beautiful, 'Lizabeth, no matter wot yer wearin'."
It was an old line, almost cliché, but the earnestness in the words had her blushing. "Um… you were… um… late again…"
He seemed off-put by that one, "Uh, I dun 'ave a car, luv."
"This is New York, no one that lives here owns a car."
He smiled slightly, "Where're we goin' again, exactly?"
"Well… it's probably not really your thing, but… I wanted to go see the parade tonight… with you."
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Elizabeth was sitting on his shoulders, her thighs pressing on either side of his jaw, and bringing back some rather… erotic memories. He'd love to go back to that, just take her straight home and go right back to where they had left off, but he knew he couldn't.
It was probably oddly comical, a 5'2'' girl sitting on the shoulders of a 5'4'' man, Truthfully, he couldn't see a thing, but he didn't really care; Elizabeth was all that mattered. Admittedly, being jostled around by a crowd of people wasn't very pleasing either, but as long as he focused on her, that didn't bother him either.
She was laughing. It was hardly a musical sound, more like hysterical choking giggles broken up by a very obnoxious snorting sound.
"Lemme, hahaha, lemme down, Mort!" He obliged and immediately found her lips on his. Her hands grabbed the sides of his face, and he regretted having his hood up. His arms wrapped around her waist reflexively. He'd hardly started to react before she broke the kiss. "I'm glad you came with me."
"Ya actually thought I wouldn't, Luv?"
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It's pretty obvious I rushed through the last few chapters. I'm sorry guys, I should be back on schedule now though. I mean, no every-days, but maybe every two.
