Misto and Jemima
By: Me!
***Ok this is part 4. This is rated PG cuz of some...love. But it's not that bad. This story introduces a new character, Babette, who is Alonzo's gf. She really isn't that important tho. Yes, she is French! Yay! There IS French in this for those of u who got scared in the last story cuz there wasn't any. But don't worry; it's going to be ok. Ok byezees!***
The next day, Tumble was beside himself. Victoria kept bothering him, and his best friend, who had once been single and girl-free like himself, was now a love sick little dork. Tumble sighed.
"Yoo-hoo! Oh Tumble!" called an unfortunately familiar voice. It was Victoria.
Tumble winced. It was going to be a long day. Some put their paws over his eyes.
"Guess who?" she squeaked.
"MY WORST NIGHTMARE!" screamed Tumble. He threw Vicki's paws off his eyes and ran to the back of the Junkyard, hidden.
"You're steel not one for females, aren't you?" asked a familiar French accent. Alonzo seen the whole thing.
Tumble shook his head.
"Ah, Victoria eez a fine mademoiselle. Petite and belle. You should be 'appy zat she fancies you," said Alonzo.
"Why?"
"Oh, I'm joost zaying zat I seenk 'oo should geeve 'er a chance."
"Well, not today," said Tumble, wishing Alonzo would leave.
"Oh c'mon! You're a fine lad. Geeve luv a shot for you're old friend Alonzo eh?"
"Ok, ok, ok, I'll think about it," said Tumble, to shut him up.
"That's my Tumble!" said Alonzo, clapping him on the back hard.
"Sorry," said Alonzo, seeing that Tumble wasn't in the mood for playing around.
"Oh, Alonzo!" called an unfamiliar, very high pitched, very French, female voice from behind him.
"Ah! Eez it not my dassling Babette?" asked Alonzo.
"Who?" asked Tumble, confused.
"Oh she's a tiny morsel of cream atop of a towering double latte sundae with mocha sprinkles! She's a cup of hot chocolat after a long walk in zee snow! She's the cherry atop of the -,"
"Is this a Cat or a cream puff?" asked Tumble. He didn't like where this was going.
"She's my ravishing Juliet! And I'm her Romeo!" said Alonzo.
Babette came around the corner. She too, was black and white and fluffy, definitely the pet of a French maid. She was beautiful.
Babette took a deep breath. "Alonzo," she said, running into his arms.
He dipped her. "Ah, Babette la Belle. Eet 'as been many days seence I last saw you."
He lifted her up know he kissed her arm up to her shoulder. She giggles hysterically. "Oh, eet's a la manifeeg!" she kissed him on the cheek.
"Ah, vat do u seenk oof going to la petite café tonight. For soma champagne, uh-huh-huh?" asked Alonzo.
"Oh-la-la I'd love eet!"
"Come let us go!" they tangoed out of the Junkyard, leaving Tumble alone with his thoughts. Love. He just wouldn't understand. He'd hate to be in love with someone. Just look at Alonzo. And Misto.
Tumble peeked out of his hiding place. He saw Misto lying on his stomach on top of an old dishwasher. He had rested his head on his paw and was smiling with a dreamy, far off look on his face. Tumble shook his head. *If I was in love, and I knew I looked like THAT, I'd probably crawl into a hole and not come out* he thought to himself. He looked at Victoria, who was sitting with her mother. She WAS pretty...
=^.".^=
That night, Jemima walked out onto her balcony. Misto said he was going to come at midnight to see her. She shivered with excitement and smiled to herself. Munkustrap had gone to bed hours ago, leaving Jemima to wait for her love.
Misto ran thru the Junkyard to get to Jemima. He couldn't wait. He stopped when he saw the balcony with Jemima on it. He slowed to a walk. He didn't want her to think that he ran to her. That would be corny. He stopped when he was under the veranda.
Jemima spotted him and smiled. She looked beautiful in the moonlight. He climbed up the junk to get to her. Jemima quickly primed herself up before he got there. She heard a bang and a faint "ow!" she laughed quickly. Misto finally managed to get there. He wound up on the balcony with his back to her. He ran a paw through his hair and turned around. Jemima's heart melted. He had never looked handsomer. (Is that a word?? Hmm...) He smiled and walked to her.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said.
"Um, you look, beautiful," he said, hoping he didn't sound like a cornball.
Jemima laughed, embarrassed. "Thank you."
"So what have you been doing?" asked Misto.
"Oh, nothing really," she said, "Star gazing."
"Really? I love doing that!" said Misto.
"Yeah? I come out here every night. You know, to think. But the view really isn't that great here."
"Why?" asked Misto. He didn't see anything wrong.
"Well look, that tree is in the way," she said pointing to it, "and that big pile of junk is blocking the moon from view."
"Oh, I see," said Misto. "Hey Jem, um, I want to show you something."
"What?"
"Well, here its, its kind of, um," he put her arm around her and held her tight. "Hold on, and don't let go."
"Wait! What are we doing?" asked Jemima.
"Nothing."
"What?" she asked, startled.
"Oh just hang on!"
"But -,"
ZAP.
Before Jemima knew it, she was in the middle of a room that was eccentrically decorated and cluttered with moons, stars, charts, and telescopes.
"Misto...where are we?" she asked. He finally let go of her.
"Where I live."
"You mean," Jemima looked around, "you live here?"
"Yeah..."
"Misto this place is awesome! I've never seen anything like it!" she looked around. Misto laughed.
"Who are you, a hillbilly that came to New York?" he joked.
Jem laughed. "Yes!"
"Well wait 'till you see this," he put his paws over her eyes and lead out to his porch.
"Misto what -," he removed his paws. Jem gasped.
There were stars. Stars that shined and glistened like never before against the velvet black sky. He had such a perfect view. The stars were so close, and bright. And the moon, it shined like the Jellicle Moon itself.
"Misto this, this is beautiful!" she said. "Oh I feel like I could just reach out and touch one!"
"Well, why don't you?"
"You're crazy! The stars are billions and billions miles away!"
"Correctly speaking, billions of astronomical units away," said Misto. Goofy and adolescent as he was, he was the Junkyard scholar. If he were a human and a college student he would have a GPA of 4.0. "Just kidding," he said.
"Whatever," said Jem. She went back to looking at the stars.
"Um, Jem," said Misto.
"Hm?" she said, not turning around.
He hugged her from behind and rested his head on her shoulder. "I love you," he said.
She tilted her head so it rested lightly onto of his; she put her paws on his. "I love you too."
They closed their eyes for while, listening to each other's breathing. Misto opened his eyes. "Oh Jem," as quick as lightening, almost forcefully, he spun her around and pulled her closely and tightly and he kissed her deeply.
For one second, Jemima had no idea what was going on until she felt his tongue down her throat. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. When they were out of breath, they separated for a second then continued. So they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. And for a slight change of pace they kissed some more, until they were both lying on the bench that was on the porch, with Misto on top of her, when they finally separated. They caught their breath and stared at each other. They sat up.
"Jemima," whispered Misto.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Will you marry me?"
Jemima was taken aback. Of course she expected this, but not so sudden.
"I -," he took her paw in his.
"Will you?" he looked at her with pleading eyes. Jem finally realized how much he needed her.
She touched his cheek. "Yes." He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her neck. "Thank you," he said.
"Well what did you expect me to say?" she said. They separated.
"Well, I, I thought that you know, you'd laugh at me or something then I'd really feel like a dork -,"
Jem laughed.
"See you are laughing!"
"I'm not laughing AT you I'm laughing WITH you!" they smiled. And kissed quickly. Before they knew it, they were both asleep, purring happily.
=^.".^=
Something woke Jemima a few hours later. She blinked a couple of times. Groggy she sat up. Where was she? She turned around and gasped. She remembered now. There was Misto, sleeping peacefully, with a slight grin on his face. Dawn was breaking.
"MISTO!"
Misto sprang up. "What? What? What's going on? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine it's just that I have to leave right now!"
"Why?"
"If my father wakes up and finds out that I'm not home he'll kill me!"
"Oh jeez, you'd better get home!" he got up and stretched.
Jem started to leave but came back. She hugged Misto. "Thanks for such a wonderful night"
"Hey, no problemo," he said. He walked to the edge of his veranda. He helped her step over the edge she balanced herself and took his face in her paws. She kissed him. When they stopped, she said "goodbye," and descended.
She wasn't expecting the horrifying announcement she would get when she got home though.
BUM, Bum, bum..................................
***Ok that was it! Hope u liked it! I cliffed ya! Mwa-ha-ha! Now I'll make u read part 5 to see what the "horrifying" announcement is. I trust that u have no IDEA...r/r***
By: Me!
***Ok this is part 4. This is rated PG cuz of some...love. But it's not that bad. This story introduces a new character, Babette, who is Alonzo's gf. She really isn't that important tho. Yes, she is French! Yay! There IS French in this for those of u who got scared in the last story cuz there wasn't any. But don't worry; it's going to be ok. Ok byezees!***
The next day, Tumble was beside himself. Victoria kept bothering him, and his best friend, who had once been single and girl-free like himself, was now a love sick little dork. Tumble sighed.
"Yoo-hoo! Oh Tumble!" called an unfortunately familiar voice. It was Victoria.
Tumble winced. It was going to be a long day. Some put their paws over his eyes.
"Guess who?" she squeaked.
"MY WORST NIGHTMARE!" screamed Tumble. He threw Vicki's paws off his eyes and ran to the back of the Junkyard, hidden.
"You're steel not one for females, aren't you?" asked a familiar French accent. Alonzo seen the whole thing.
Tumble shook his head.
"Ah, Victoria eez a fine mademoiselle. Petite and belle. You should be 'appy zat she fancies you," said Alonzo.
"Why?"
"Oh, I'm joost zaying zat I seenk 'oo should geeve 'er a chance."
"Well, not today," said Tumble, wishing Alonzo would leave.
"Oh c'mon! You're a fine lad. Geeve luv a shot for you're old friend Alonzo eh?"
"Ok, ok, ok, I'll think about it," said Tumble, to shut him up.
"That's my Tumble!" said Alonzo, clapping him on the back hard.
"Sorry," said Alonzo, seeing that Tumble wasn't in the mood for playing around.
"Oh, Alonzo!" called an unfamiliar, very high pitched, very French, female voice from behind him.
"Ah! Eez it not my dassling Babette?" asked Alonzo.
"Who?" asked Tumble, confused.
"Oh she's a tiny morsel of cream atop of a towering double latte sundae with mocha sprinkles! She's a cup of hot chocolat after a long walk in zee snow! She's the cherry atop of the -,"
"Is this a Cat or a cream puff?" asked Tumble. He didn't like where this was going.
"She's my ravishing Juliet! And I'm her Romeo!" said Alonzo.
Babette came around the corner. She too, was black and white and fluffy, definitely the pet of a French maid. She was beautiful.
Babette took a deep breath. "Alonzo," she said, running into his arms.
He dipped her. "Ah, Babette la Belle. Eet 'as been many days seence I last saw you."
He lifted her up know he kissed her arm up to her shoulder. She giggles hysterically. "Oh, eet's a la manifeeg!" she kissed him on the cheek.
"Ah, vat do u seenk oof going to la petite café tonight. For soma champagne, uh-huh-huh?" asked Alonzo.
"Oh-la-la I'd love eet!"
"Come let us go!" they tangoed out of the Junkyard, leaving Tumble alone with his thoughts. Love. He just wouldn't understand. He'd hate to be in love with someone. Just look at Alonzo. And Misto.
Tumble peeked out of his hiding place. He saw Misto lying on his stomach on top of an old dishwasher. He had rested his head on his paw and was smiling with a dreamy, far off look on his face. Tumble shook his head. *If I was in love, and I knew I looked like THAT, I'd probably crawl into a hole and not come out* he thought to himself. He looked at Victoria, who was sitting with her mother. She WAS pretty...
=^.".^=
That night, Jemima walked out onto her balcony. Misto said he was going to come at midnight to see her. She shivered with excitement and smiled to herself. Munkustrap had gone to bed hours ago, leaving Jemima to wait for her love.
Misto ran thru the Junkyard to get to Jemima. He couldn't wait. He stopped when he saw the balcony with Jemima on it. He slowed to a walk. He didn't want her to think that he ran to her. That would be corny. He stopped when he was under the veranda.
Jemima spotted him and smiled. She looked beautiful in the moonlight. He climbed up the junk to get to her. Jemima quickly primed herself up before he got there. She heard a bang and a faint "ow!" she laughed quickly. Misto finally managed to get there. He wound up on the balcony with his back to her. He ran a paw through his hair and turned around. Jemima's heart melted. He had never looked handsomer. (Is that a word?? Hmm...) He smiled and walked to her.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said.
"Um, you look, beautiful," he said, hoping he didn't sound like a cornball.
Jemima laughed, embarrassed. "Thank you."
"So what have you been doing?" asked Misto.
"Oh, nothing really," she said, "Star gazing."
"Really? I love doing that!" said Misto.
"Yeah? I come out here every night. You know, to think. But the view really isn't that great here."
"Why?" asked Misto. He didn't see anything wrong.
"Well look, that tree is in the way," she said pointing to it, "and that big pile of junk is blocking the moon from view."
"Oh, I see," said Misto. "Hey Jem, um, I want to show you something."
"What?"
"Well, here its, its kind of, um," he put her arm around her and held her tight. "Hold on, and don't let go."
"Wait! What are we doing?" asked Jemima.
"Nothing."
"What?" she asked, startled.
"Oh just hang on!"
"But -,"
ZAP.
Before Jemima knew it, she was in the middle of a room that was eccentrically decorated and cluttered with moons, stars, charts, and telescopes.
"Misto...where are we?" she asked. He finally let go of her.
"Where I live."
"You mean," Jemima looked around, "you live here?"
"Yeah..."
"Misto this place is awesome! I've never seen anything like it!" she looked around. Misto laughed.
"Who are you, a hillbilly that came to New York?" he joked.
Jem laughed. "Yes!"
"Well wait 'till you see this," he put his paws over her eyes and lead out to his porch.
"Misto what -," he removed his paws. Jem gasped.
There were stars. Stars that shined and glistened like never before against the velvet black sky. He had such a perfect view. The stars were so close, and bright. And the moon, it shined like the Jellicle Moon itself.
"Misto this, this is beautiful!" she said. "Oh I feel like I could just reach out and touch one!"
"Well, why don't you?"
"You're crazy! The stars are billions and billions miles away!"
"Correctly speaking, billions of astronomical units away," said Misto. Goofy and adolescent as he was, he was the Junkyard scholar. If he were a human and a college student he would have a GPA of 4.0. "Just kidding," he said.
"Whatever," said Jem. She went back to looking at the stars.
"Um, Jem," said Misto.
"Hm?" she said, not turning around.
He hugged her from behind and rested his head on her shoulder. "I love you," he said.
She tilted her head so it rested lightly onto of his; she put her paws on his. "I love you too."
They closed their eyes for while, listening to each other's breathing. Misto opened his eyes. "Oh Jem," as quick as lightening, almost forcefully, he spun her around and pulled her closely and tightly and he kissed her deeply.
For one second, Jemima had no idea what was going on until she felt his tongue down her throat. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. When they were out of breath, they separated for a second then continued. So they kissed. And kissed. And kissed. And for a slight change of pace they kissed some more, until they were both lying on the bench that was on the porch, with Misto on top of her, when they finally separated. They caught their breath and stared at each other. They sat up.
"Jemima," whispered Misto.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Will you marry me?"
Jemima was taken aback. Of course she expected this, but not so sudden.
"I -," he took her paw in his.
"Will you?" he looked at her with pleading eyes. Jem finally realized how much he needed her.
She touched his cheek. "Yes." He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her neck. "Thank you," he said.
"Well what did you expect me to say?" she said. They separated.
"Well, I, I thought that you know, you'd laugh at me or something then I'd really feel like a dork -,"
Jem laughed.
"See you are laughing!"
"I'm not laughing AT you I'm laughing WITH you!" they smiled. And kissed quickly. Before they knew it, they were both asleep, purring happily.
=^.".^=
Something woke Jemima a few hours later. She blinked a couple of times. Groggy she sat up. Where was she? She turned around and gasped. She remembered now. There was Misto, sleeping peacefully, with a slight grin on his face. Dawn was breaking.
"MISTO!"
Misto sprang up. "What? What? What's going on? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine it's just that I have to leave right now!"
"Why?"
"If my father wakes up and finds out that I'm not home he'll kill me!"
"Oh jeez, you'd better get home!" he got up and stretched.
Jem started to leave but came back. She hugged Misto. "Thanks for such a wonderful night"
"Hey, no problemo," he said. He walked to the edge of his veranda. He helped her step over the edge she balanced herself and took his face in her paws. She kissed him. When they stopped, she said "goodbye," and descended.
She wasn't expecting the horrifying announcement she would get when she got home though.
BUM, Bum, bum..................................
***Ok that was it! Hope u liked it! I cliffed ya! Mwa-ha-ha! Now I'll make u read part 5 to see what the "horrifying" announcement is. I trust that u have no IDEA...r/r***
