1 Next Day
2 Notes
Same disclaimer as before, Cliff is mine, the rest are property of Disney and Pixar. I'd like to thank the people who responded to my story, I appreciate your comments and they give me the courage to continue writing. Engineer Jess, thank you for your support and ideas, they mean a lot to me. On to the story!
~ ~ = Thoughts
The next morning was warm and sunny, songbirds fill the air with their sweet music and the rays of warm light fall onto the house. From inside the house we can hear the sound of dishes being washed, and the cry of "I'm going to school mom!" create a perfect day to all aspects of the house. Once Andy had left for school the toys unfroze and went about making the most of the time they had until Andy came home. Ham, Rex, and Slinky were playing cards, and two groups were talking on the windowsill, Jessie and Bo, and Buzz and Woody. The matter of conversation here was the people who moved in across the street.
"When do you think that we'll get to meet them? To see if they have a kid that Andy could play with." Woody brought up, looking to Buzz curiously, "I saw a kid running around the moving truck so perhaps that's the kid who lives there.
"You could be right," Buzz replied distantly, agreeing with him "And if it is the kid who lives there then Andy will get a new friend, and we'll get a chance to meet some new toys."
Woody took a look at Buzz, wondering about the distant look in his face and tried to bring up better conversation, hoping that he'll snap out of whatever funk he's in.
"From what I saw of the family of the house they looked oriental, what kind of toys do you think that they would have?" Woody replies, seeing that Buzz was still staring, and waves his hand in front of Buzz's eyes a few times, snapping his fingers. Finding this to be a futile effort he decides to see what interests Buzz so much and follows his gaze, his own falling on Bo and Jessie. Thinking for a moment, he wonders what could be so interesting, then he looks to Buzz's eyes and is shocked as to what he sees there. It's the same way he seems to look at Bo, wistful and tender, he knows it can't be Bo, because everyone knows that he and Bo like each other, so that left Jessie. Woody wondered if the reason that Buzz looked that way was that he felt something for Jessie, and got a wicked smile on his face but wisely kept his mouth shut and gave up. Buzz on the other hand was having different thoughts.
*In Buzz's mind*
~ This is..Odd, I cant seem to stop looking at her. That red hair, that smile, her spirit holding a zest for life. why do I feel like this? Like I want to be near her even closer then this. ~ Buzz thinks, never having felt this way before, not to any other female in the room, so why her? Ever since he first saw her, that day in the suitcase he felt.. Something, like he didn't want anything to happen to her, reinforced by how he reacted when he saw her open the door. She hung around him a lot, being the first toy other then Woody that she's met, but even then it was admiration and the joy of having someone like her as a friend. It feels different now, like he wants something more, something different. Buzz suddenly feels eyes boring into him and snaps out of his daze, looking up to see Woody with an odd smile on his face.
*Outside his mind*
"What?" Buzz replies, looking to Woody.
"Why were you staring at Jessie like that?" Woody replies, his voice knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
"Shouldn't I? She Is talking with Bo after all" Buzz coughs, trying to change the subject, a bit embarrassed that he got caught.
"Ah ha," Woody smiles "But then why are you looking at 'them' like I look at Bo, you like Jessie don't you?"
Buzz blinks, unable to find an answer to that but then gets a shiver down his back, looking around.
"Buzz?" Woody asks, looking to him "Are you all right?"
Buzz nods, telling Woody that he's all right, he just got the feeling that he was being watched, and they joked it off.
*Across the Street*
A figure sits on the windowsill across the street, holding up a small telescope that he managed to steal from the sailor toy. From his western clothing and cowboy hat we can see that it was the figure from the night before, both his eyes and the spyglass riveted at the window across the way. The window was nearly at the same height that his was, so he had easy access to spy while his owner was at school. For the past few minutes he's had the spyglass focused on the white colored space toy, sizing him up as one would a fighting opponent. Then he moves his spyglass to the left, focusing it now on his main target, the cowboy figuring, a deep frown on his face, barely contained rage at him for all the suffering that he's had to go through. Continuing along the sill he comes across the remaining figures, immediately moving over the pink one, the rather weak looking doll with the hood and focuses instead on the one with the red hair, the outfit and hat making him smile.
"She hasn't changed," the figure replied, keeping the glass riveted on her and only her, thinking. "That hair. Those eyes. That figure, she's still as beautiful as ever. I was ready to have you, but the creators though I wasn't good enough and scrapped me before I had the chance. All that pain and suffering, not revealing how I felt, watching you two become a success while I became trash. You were supposed to be mind damnit and the directors took you away from me, but they're not here, and your right where I can see you. Right along with that other reject that took my stardom away. I'll kill two birds with one stone, I'll have you both, and then my dreams will finally come true. Jessie, you will be mine, and this time there is no one here to stop me. I'll see you both soon. you can count on that!"
2 Notes
Same disclaimer as before, Cliff is mine, the rest are property of Disney and Pixar. I'd like to thank the people who responded to my story, I appreciate your comments and they give me the courage to continue writing. Engineer Jess, thank you for your support and ideas, they mean a lot to me. On to the story!
~ ~ = Thoughts
The next morning was warm and sunny, songbirds fill the air with their sweet music and the rays of warm light fall onto the house. From inside the house we can hear the sound of dishes being washed, and the cry of "I'm going to school mom!" create a perfect day to all aspects of the house. Once Andy had left for school the toys unfroze and went about making the most of the time they had until Andy came home. Ham, Rex, and Slinky were playing cards, and two groups were talking on the windowsill, Jessie and Bo, and Buzz and Woody. The matter of conversation here was the people who moved in across the street.
"When do you think that we'll get to meet them? To see if they have a kid that Andy could play with." Woody brought up, looking to Buzz curiously, "I saw a kid running around the moving truck so perhaps that's the kid who lives there.
"You could be right," Buzz replied distantly, agreeing with him "And if it is the kid who lives there then Andy will get a new friend, and we'll get a chance to meet some new toys."
Woody took a look at Buzz, wondering about the distant look in his face and tried to bring up better conversation, hoping that he'll snap out of whatever funk he's in.
"From what I saw of the family of the house they looked oriental, what kind of toys do you think that they would have?" Woody replies, seeing that Buzz was still staring, and waves his hand in front of Buzz's eyes a few times, snapping his fingers. Finding this to be a futile effort he decides to see what interests Buzz so much and follows his gaze, his own falling on Bo and Jessie. Thinking for a moment, he wonders what could be so interesting, then he looks to Buzz's eyes and is shocked as to what he sees there. It's the same way he seems to look at Bo, wistful and tender, he knows it can't be Bo, because everyone knows that he and Bo like each other, so that left Jessie. Woody wondered if the reason that Buzz looked that way was that he felt something for Jessie, and got a wicked smile on his face but wisely kept his mouth shut and gave up. Buzz on the other hand was having different thoughts.
*In Buzz's mind*
~ This is..Odd, I cant seem to stop looking at her. That red hair, that smile, her spirit holding a zest for life. why do I feel like this? Like I want to be near her even closer then this. ~ Buzz thinks, never having felt this way before, not to any other female in the room, so why her? Ever since he first saw her, that day in the suitcase he felt.. Something, like he didn't want anything to happen to her, reinforced by how he reacted when he saw her open the door. She hung around him a lot, being the first toy other then Woody that she's met, but even then it was admiration and the joy of having someone like her as a friend. It feels different now, like he wants something more, something different. Buzz suddenly feels eyes boring into him and snaps out of his daze, looking up to see Woody with an odd smile on his face.
*Outside his mind*
"What?" Buzz replies, looking to Woody.
"Why were you staring at Jessie like that?" Woody replies, his voice knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
"Shouldn't I? She Is talking with Bo after all" Buzz coughs, trying to change the subject, a bit embarrassed that he got caught.
"Ah ha," Woody smiles "But then why are you looking at 'them' like I look at Bo, you like Jessie don't you?"
Buzz blinks, unable to find an answer to that but then gets a shiver down his back, looking around.
"Buzz?" Woody asks, looking to him "Are you all right?"
Buzz nods, telling Woody that he's all right, he just got the feeling that he was being watched, and they joked it off.
*Across the Street*
A figure sits on the windowsill across the street, holding up a small telescope that he managed to steal from the sailor toy. From his western clothing and cowboy hat we can see that it was the figure from the night before, both his eyes and the spyglass riveted at the window across the way. The window was nearly at the same height that his was, so he had easy access to spy while his owner was at school. For the past few minutes he's had the spyglass focused on the white colored space toy, sizing him up as one would a fighting opponent. Then he moves his spyglass to the left, focusing it now on his main target, the cowboy figuring, a deep frown on his face, barely contained rage at him for all the suffering that he's had to go through. Continuing along the sill he comes across the remaining figures, immediately moving over the pink one, the rather weak looking doll with the hood and focuses instead on the one with the red hair, the outfit and hat making him smile.
"She hasn't changed," the figure replied, keeping the glass riveted on her and only her, thinking. "That hair. Those eyes. That figure, she's still as beautiful as ever. I was ready to have you, but the creators though I wasn't good enough and scrapped me before I had the chance. All that pain and suffering, not revealing how I felt, watching you two become a success while I became trash. You were supposed to be mind damnit and the directors took you away from me, but they're not here, and your right where I can see you. Right along with that other reject that took my stardom away. I'll kill two birds with one stone, I'll have you both, and then my dreams will finally come true. Jessie, you will be mine, and this time there is no one here to stop me. I'll see you both soon. you can count on that!"