A/N-- well this is it. Last chapter. But I'm not promising happiness for Davey or anything absurd like that. Thanx for your reviews--I loved readin' em. I'm sad to see this one go. It was so much fun to write.
~*~Caroline~*~
PS-- Ann Valentine & Callie/Mikey-- Is it a coincedence that the girl is named Andrea Callie Valentine? I think not!!
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David ran aimlessly through the streets of Manhattan, not seeing or hearing anything. The endless streams of girls paraded through his mind--Deanie...Betsey...OLGA (David shuddered at this one)
Then a single thought entered his mind. Why?
Why did he do it? Why did he let every one of his friends set him up with twisted characters only Caroline the author could think of?
David stopped running and looked up into the sky.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!????!??!!!!!" He screamed, falling to his knees in the middle of Horace Greeley square. Slowly, he got up.
"I should have known that blind dating wasn't the way to go." David said aloud to himself. "Blind dating isn't for everyone, and obviously not me. I do not know where to turn. So, what can I do? What can I do?" He stopped and looked skyward for answers.
"You could always seek professional help." A well-dressed young woman offered politely.
"Or shoot summa them damn yankees!" The loony civil war veteran added, a wild gleam in his eye.
"Hey, back off! You're not supposed to hear my solliloquiy!" David barked, then continued on walking.
The lady and the veteran looked at each other quickly. "Oops. Sorry David." They both went back to whatever it is they were doing.
David stopped short, "...How do they know my---NEVER MIND! I DON'T WANNA KNOW!" David felt like he was going insane. He pulled at his hair, screaming and stomping his feet.
("And they call ME crazy..." The civil war dude muttered.)
"Oh, for the love of string cheese! What is wrong with me!?" David started running pell-mell through the streets not paying any attention to where he was going.
Which probably explains why he bumped into someone. Hard.
More pain...
Papers scattered everywhere, flying over his head and into the dirt of the cobblestone roads.
"Oh, thanks a lot!" A female voice snapped with much sarcasm.
"I-I'm sorry." He looked up at a girl with long gold-brown hair and blue eyes--which were annoyed at the moment.
"Well, don't just stand there--help me!" The girl crawled around, desperately trying to grab her papers before they were ruined or lost.
David quickly jumped to his feet, picking flying papers from the air. The girl stood up, tossing her her from her face, trying to straighten up.
David handed her a messy bunch of papers, "Uh....here."
She quickly yanked them from his hands. The girl groaned, "Thanks to your stupidity, my entire manuscript is out of order. I'm supposed to meet an editor in an hour and my book is as muddy and grimy as you are." She flashed a glare.
"Hey," David held up his hands, "You musn't have been looking where you were going either. Otherwise you could have stepped *around* me." He folded his arms across his chest.
The girl opened her mouth to argue, but then realized he was right. She looked down at the ground. "Sorry." She mumbled.
David decided he just couldn't be mad at this girl. "It's okay. My name's David. And I'll help you put the book back in order over dinner, if you want."
She looked up and studied his earnest face for a moment. "Alright." She replied in a softer voice, holding out her hand. "My name's--"
"Andrea C. Valentine. Yeah, it says so right here on your title page." David picked a piece of paper out of the mud puddle at their feet.
"Oh no..." Andrea moaned.
"No, it's okay." David assured her, "I have paper back at my tenement. You can make a new title page."
"Do you write too?" Andrea asked, a spark igniting in her blue eyes.
David nodded, "Incesantly. I want to be a reporter someday."
Andrea nodded enthusiastically, "At the Sun, maybe?"
"Uhhh no. Denton will stalk me...." David shuddered at that thought.
Andrea smiled sweetly.
"So, shall we have dinner?" David asked, offered his arm.
Andrea hooked her arm around his and they walked off together into the sunset.
Maybe things would work out, after all, David thought, looking over at Andrea. He gazed at her.
"What?" Andrea asked softly.
"...You don't own a turtle named Mr Slowpoke or...lift elephants, do you?"
Andrea laughed, "What an imagination you have!"
David nodded firmly to himself. This one was a keeper.
~*~Caroline~*~
PS-- Ann Valentine & Callie/Mikey-- Is it a coincedence that the girl is named Andrea Callie Valentine? I think not!!
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David ran aimlessly through the streets of Manhattan, not seeing or hearing anything. The endless streams of girls paraded through his mind--Deanie...Betsey...OLGA (David shuddered at this one)
Then a single thought entered his mind. Why?
Why did he do it? Why did he let every one of his friends set him up with twisted characters only Caroline the author could think of?
David stopped running and looked up into the sky.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!????!??!!!!!" He screamed, falling to his knees in the middle of Horace Greeley square. Slowly, he got up.
"I should have known that blind dating wasn't the way to go." David said aloud to himself. "Blind dating isn't for everyone, and obviously not me. I do not know where to turn. So, what can I do? What can I do?" He stopped and looked skyward for answers.
"You could always seek professional help." A well-dressed young woman offered politely.
"Or shoot summa them damn yankees!" The loony civil war veteran added, a wild gleam in his eye.
"Hey, back off! You're not supposed to hear my solliloquiy!" David barked, then continued on walking.
The lady and the veteran looked at each other quickly. "Oops. Sorry David." They both went back to whatever it is they were doing.
David stopped short, "...How do they know my---NEVER MIND! I DON'T WANNA KNOW!" David felt like he was going insane. He pulled at his hair, screaming and stomping his feet.
("And they call ME crazy..." The civil war dude muttered.)
"Oh, for the love of string cheese! What is wrong with me!?" David started running pell-mell through the streets not paying any attention to where he was going.
Which probably explains why he bumped into someone. Hard.
More pain...
Papers scattered everywhere, flying over his head and into the dirt of the cobblestone roads.
"Oh, thanks a lot!" A female voice snapped with much sarcasm.
"I-I'm sorry." He looked up at a girl with long gold-brown hair and blue eyes--which were annoyed at the moment.
"Well, don't just stand there--help me!" The girl crawled around, desperately trying to grab her papers before they were ruined or lost.
David quickly jumped to his feet, picking flying papers from the air. The girl stood up, tossing her her from her face, trying to straighten up.
David handed her a messy bunch of papers, "Uh....here."
She quickly yanked them from his hands. The girl groaned, "Thanks to your stupidity, my entire manuscript is out of order. I'm supposed to meet an editor in an hour and my book is as muddy and grimy as you are." She flashed a glare.
"Hey," David held up his hands, "You musn't have been looking where you were going either. Otherwise you could have stepped *around* me." He folded his arms across his chest.
The girl opened her mouth to argue, but then realized he was right. She looked down at the ground. "Sorry." She mumbled.
David decided he just couldn't be mad at this girl. "It's okay. My name's David. And I'll help you put the book back in order over dinner, if you want."
She looked up and studied his earnest face for a moment. "Alright." She replied in a softer voice, holding out her hand. "My name's--"
"Andrea C. Valentine. Yeah, it says so right here on your title page." David picked a piece of paper out of the mud puddle at their feet.
"Oh no..." Andrea moaned.
"No, it's okay." David assured her, "I have paper back at my tenement. You can make a new title page."
"Do you write too?" Andrea asked, a spark igniting in her blue eyes.
David nodded, "Incesantly. I want to be a reporter someday."
Andrea nodded enthusiastically, "At the Sun, maybe?"
"Uhhh no. Denton will stalk me...." David shuddered at that thought.
Andrea smiled sweetly.
"So, shall we have dinner?" David asked, offered his arm.
Andrea hooked her arm around his and they walked off together into the sunset.
Maybe things would work out, after all, David thought, looking over at Andrea. He gazed at her.
"What?" Andrea asked softly.
"...You don't own a turtle named Mr Slowpoke or...lift elephants, do you?"
Andrea laughed, "What an imagination you have!"
David nodded firmly to himself. This one was a keeper.