When Mary came home from work the day after the kissing episode with
Wilson, her answering machine light was blinking. She pressed the button
then settled on the couch to listen.
"You have four new messages" the robotic voice said
*beep* hey Mary, its Wilson. I'm sorry about last night. I really don't know what I was thinking; I mean we're both on the rebound, and that just wasn't appropriate. So, I guess I'll talk to you later *beep*
Mary smiled, but she quickly wiped it off when she remembered that she was angry with him.
*beep* hi, this is Billy. My dad really likes you, and I think you should call him. Cuz I want you to be my new mommy. Bye! *beep*
Mary wondered if Wilson had put him up to that.
*beep* Mary, this is yourself. I am reminding you to NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING WILSON SAYS. No matter how sweet it is. Mary Camden you be strong! Oh, and get milk. *beep*
*beep* hi Mary, it's Wilson again. Look, I know I called a little while ago. But I can't stop thinking about you. I'm pretty sure you don't want anything to do with me right now, but I was wondering if you'll go out with me Friday night. We can go just as friends if you want, you know hang out, talk a little. Ok, well call me *beep*
"End of messages" the robot informed her.
Mary sat still on the couch for a few minutes, phone in hand debating whether or not to call him. She sighed and dialed the number.
"Hi Billy," she said with a smile, "is your dad home?"
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Friday night Mary stood over the sink putting on lip-gloss. It was the first time she had actually primped before going out in a long time. When she heard a knock at the door she fussed with her shirt, making sure she looked absolutely perfect. She was surprised when she found herself smiling as she approached the door.
"Hey!" she said flinging the door open.
Wilson stood in front of her smiling, "you ready to go?"
They walked down to the car, "so you ready to play some pool?"
"Ready Freddy!" Mary said giggly. When Wilson had gone around to the drivers side Mary shook herself. "Ready Freddy?" she mouthed, hitting herself on the head. What was this guy doing to her?
The drive to the pool hall was pretty quiet, until Wilson spoke up, "I'm really sorry about the other night-"
"You know what? Its ok, let's just not talk about it anymore"
"You got it," Wilson said pulling into a parking space.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Mary and Wilson walked up the stairs to her apartment, she felt his hand brushing against hers. She smiled to herself and just grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his.
When they arrived hand in hand at her door, Mary quickly let go of him and opened her door. She started to walk in, but Wilson stopped her.
"Thanks for putting up with me Mary. I mean you didn't have to-"
She turned and put his face in her hands, she reached up on her toes and kissed him. Then she walked back into the apartment.
Wilson looked at her dumbfounded, "does this mean . . . ?"
"Don't read into it too much" she said closing the door.
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Are they finally going to get together? Find out next chapter! Maybe!
These have got to be the shortest chapters in history really
"You have four new messages" the robotic voice said
*beep* hey Mary, its Wilson. I'm sorry about last night. I really don't know what I was thinking; I mean we're both on the rebound, and that just wasn't appropriate. So, I guess I'll talk to you later *beep*
Mary smiled, but she quickly wiped it off when she remembered that she was angry with him.
*beep* hi, this is Billy. My dad really likes you, and I think you should call him. Cuz I want you to be my new mommy. Bye! *beep*
Mary wondered if Wilson had put him up to that.
*beep* Mary, this is yourself. I am reminding you to NOT LISTEN TO ANYTHING WILSON SAYS. No matter how sweet it is. Mary Camden you be strong! Oh, and get milk. *beep*
*beep* hi Mary, it's Wilson again. Look, I know I called a little while ago. But I can't stop thinking about you. I'm pretty sure you don't want anything to do with me right now, but I was wondering if you'll go out with me Friday night. We can go just as friends if you want, you know hang out, talk a little. Ok, well call me *beep*
"End of messages" the robot informed her.
Mary sat still on the couch for a few minutes, phone in hand debating whether or not to call him. She sighed and dialed the number.
"Hi Billy," she said with a smile, "is your dad home?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Friday night Mary stood over the sink putting on lip-gloss. It was the first time she had actually primped before going out in a long time. When she heard a knock at the door she fussed with her shirt, making sure she looked absolutely perfect. She was surprised when she found herself smiling as she approached the door.
"Hey!" she said flinging the door open.
Wilson stood in front of her smiling, "you ready to go?"
They walked down to the car, "so you ready to play some pool?"
"Ready Freddy!" Mary said giggly. When Wilson had gone around to the drivers side Mary shook herself. "Ready Freddy?" she mouthed, hitting herself on the head. What was this guy doing to her?
The drive to the pool hall was pretty quiet, until Wilson spoke up, "I'm really sorry about the other night-"
"You know what? Its ok, let's just not talk about it anymore"
"You got it," Wilson said pulling into a parking space.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As Mary and Wilson walked up the stairs to her apartment, she felt his hand brushing against hers. She smiled to herself and just grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his.
When they arrived hand in hand at her door, Mary quickly let go of him and opened her door. She started to walk in, but Wilson stopped her.
"Thanks for putting up with me Mary. I mean you didn't have to-"
She turned and put his face in her hands, she reached up on her toes and kissed him. Then she walked back into the apartment.
Wilson looked at her dumbfounded, "does this mean . . . ?"
"Don't read into it too much" she said closing the door.
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Are they finally going to get together? Find out next chapter! Maybe!
These have got to be the shortest chapters in history really