The Morgan Penthouse: Souplike Torture
So here it is, you're new chapter. I hope you all like it! Um, as for what to say I don't really know. Just know that the fic has about 7 to 10 chapters left. This is a warning. But at the rate my updates are these days that should be a while from now. LOL.
Read on
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morgan Penthouse, Dillon's Room
Dillon got under the covers of his bed feeling slightly stupid. There was a knock on the door,. "Dillon? You there?" Came Georgie's voice. She didn't sound embarrased. So why should he?
Nope, didn't help him.
"I'm in here." He said from his spot underneath the covers, head barely showing.
The door opened and he assumed Georgie had walked in. Truth was, he couldn't really see past the covers. But that was fine by him.
He heard a soup tray being put down on his dresser. There wasn't really a whole lot of furninure in the penthouse. Courtney and Carly said they were working on that. Jason would alway shrug and just tell them to do whatever, just as long as his pool table was left alone.
"Dillon? Care to come out? I can't really give you some soup if you're hiding under blankets." Georgie said teasingly.
Dillon inched them down just enough for his face to be showing.
"Hello there." Georgie greeted him.
Dillon noticed that the soup tray was now on his nightstand. The only other piece of furniture. He eyed the stuff with an extream dislike. Soup was never his thing.
Georgie picked up the spoon with a sneaky smile on her face. She brought it to him without a word. Dillon accepted with hesitation.
And then she did the most amazing thing.
"You've got some spilling on your face." She informed him.
Now that was even worse. Embarrasment creeped back in.
Georgie's mouth came down to the side of his and kissed away the mysterious soup. "All gone."
Dillon looked at her. Suprise written all over his face. "Um."
But before he could get out anything intelligent she spooned him some more soup. Nothing happened this time.
He still didn't say anything. The smile on her face was giving him bit of a creeped feeling. Like she was up to something.
The next spoonful apeared in front of him. He accepted.
"Oh Dillon. You have some soup on you." She said again. She came down and kissed away what had to be some imaginary soup. There was no way he was really that sloppy.
When she came back up she had that mysterious smile back on. And it all made sense.
Dillon smiled too. *Maybe soup isn't so bad after all.*
Hehe, you all like? Next chapter to be up this weekend. Sorry for the shortness. But I couldn't resist leaving it there.
So here it is, you're new chapter. I hope you all like it! Um, as for what to say I don't really know. Just know that the fic has about 7 to 10 chapters left. This is a warning. But at the rate my updates are these days that should be a while from now. LOL.
Read on
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morgan Penthouse, Dillon's Room
Dillon got under the covers of his bed feeling slightly stupid. There was a knock on the door,. "Dillon? You there?" Came Georgie's voice. She didn't sound embarrased. So why should he?
Nope, didn't help him.
"I'm in here." He said from his spot underneath the covers, head barely showing.
The door opened and he assumed Georgie had walked in. Truth was, he couldn't really see past the covers. But that was fine by him.
He heard a soup tray being put down on his dresser. There wasn't really a whole lot of furninure in the penthouse. Courtney and Carly said they were working on that. Jason would alway shrug and just tell them to do whatever, just as long as his pool table was left alone.
"Dillon? Care to come out? I can't really give you some soup if you're hiding under blankets." Georgie said teasingly.
Dillon inched them down just enough for his face to be showing.
"Hello there." Georgie greeted him.
Dillon noticed that the soup tray was now on his nightstand. The only other piece of furniture. He eyed the stuff with an extream dislike. Soup was never his thing.
Georgie picked up the spoon with a sneaky smile on her face. She brought it to him without a word. Dillon accepted with hesitation.
And then she did the most amazing thing.
"You've got some spilling on your face." She informed him.
Now that was even worse. Embarrasment creeped back in.
Georgie's mouth came down to the side of his and kissed away the mysterious soup. "All gone."
Dillon looked at her. Suprise written all over his face. "Um."
But before he could get out anything intelligent she spooned him some more soup. Nothing happened this time.
He still didn't say anything. The smile on her face was giving him bit of a creeped feeling. Like she was up to something.
The next spoonful apeared in front of him. He accepted.
"Oh Dillon. You have some soup on you." She said again. She came down and kissed away what had to be some imaginary soup. There was no way he was really that sloppy.
When she came back up she had that mysterious smile back on. And it all made sense.
Dillon smiled too. *Maybe soup isn't so bad after all.*
Hehe, you all like? Next chapter to be up this weekend. Sorry for the shortness. But I couldn't resist leaving it there.