Chapter 2: The Kiss.
/...\- Morton Rainey's own thoughts. (...)- Shooter inside Mort's head. '...'- Jenibelle's thoughts. *...*- Dreams.
Don't own anything associated with Secret Window, or Morton Rainey or anything like that. (I sure do wish that I owned Johnny Depp though...)
Living alone in the middle of the wilderness isn't exactly some people's ideas of luxury. But for Jenibelle Weston, it felt just right. People always thought of it to be a discomfited way to live. All of the people who populated the town in Tashmore Lake County had families and neighbors and friends. Not Jenibelle. Jeni loved living alone on the west side of Tashmore Lake, with acception of her dog, Leena.
Jennibelle just moved to Tashmore Lake County and was not familiar with the lake and it's history. Well, the history of Tashmore Lake is more about Morton Rainey, and the murders. The first time Jeni heard about the murders, she felt intrigued. Jenibelle greatly respected Mr. Rainey and always loved his published works. She never gave it a second thought, until now.
Jack-Sparrow-Lover- Thanks for that. I love your stories. Dawnie-7- I guess she should have an accent. Yes. Thanks for reviewing!
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Jeni went up into her bedroom and quickly fell asleep. Leena was busy watching Mort move around the home. Mort rubbed his head a few times, he got up, laid down, got up, laid down. There was nothing that could help him fall asleep.
He laid down again, and this time he stayed down, until seven thirty the following morning, when he was awaken by Leena's barking.
Jenibelle made her way down the stairs and quieted Leena, there was nothing there. She cought a glimpse of Mort sleeping, or not, on the couch. She sat in front of him, watching his chest move up and down in a slow motion. She noticed the way his eyes fluttered. She couldn't help but feeling something for him. He was a very attractive man who just so happened to end up on her couch.
Jeni pulled herself away from Mort and poured herself some orange juice from the fridge. After consuming the glass, she placed it in the sink and made her way up the stairs into the bathroom.
Jenibelle turned on some steaming hot water for her shower. She let it run for a moment, then took off her pajamas. Jeni undid her bun and let her black hair cascade gently around her back. She stepped into the shower.
After a few minutes of standing there, letting the water beat on her body, Jenibelle hears a noise. She turns off the water then calls out. "Who's there?"
Jeni quickly steps out of the shower and hears a crash below. She wraps a towel around her and runs downstairs. She notices that Mort is standing, looking menancly at...nothing. He glares a little bit more then says. "What?" He then turns his attention to Jeni.
"Are you okay?"
Mort quickly turns, his expression lightened. "Uhm...just, acting out a scene from my new book."
"Looks good," Jeni says, laughing.
Mort then looks quickly behind him. Nothing. /Good.\
"So, Mort, do you want some breakfast? I know this great recipe passed down from my gramma to my momma...to me. I'll gladly make you some." Jeni hurried into the kitchen, not listening to his response.
"Sure." Mort watched her pull out some food and a frying pan. He left to go to the bathroom.
Jeni, back in the kitchen, sighed deeply. She didn't realize that she would be this attracted to Mort. She'd have to keep him here as long as she could.
Mort, on the other hand, was having some trouble in the bathroom. (Mr. Rainey, you should really get outta here. That little miss isn't very trustworthy. I've been keeping an eye on her, she seems to be smitten with you.) /Shut up Shooter.\ Nothing. Mort was satisfied. He got up and looked into the mirror.
"Man, am I getting old?" He stroked his weather beaten face. He quickly washed his hands and headed downstairs.
"Almost ready," Jenibelle said when Mort entered.
"Smells delicous," Mort comments. He then decides to get some silverware and dishes for their breakfast and to set the table. He goes to reach for the kitche and brushed past Jeni, giving her the chills.
'I wonder if he meant to do that?'
/I wonder if she felt that?\
Mort and Jeni turn at the same time, looking at each other. Jeni blushes and Mort smiles. Jenibelle turns around again.
Jeni quickly goes back to cooking and Mort goes back to setting the table. Jeni gets done with the breakfast and sets it on the table in front of Mort. "Bon Appitete," she says, sitting down across from him.
Mort smiles and waits until she is ready to eat to dig in this time. "So, Jenibelle, have you ever thought of writing some stories?"
"I'm working on one now. I kind of have writer's block," Mort nods, because he understands so well.
"I had this period of 6 months when I couldn't write a thing, I didn't know what was wrong with me," Mort says, ending the conversation.
After a little while, Jeni got up and put their dishes into the sink. Mort got up also. /This is bold.\ Jeni set the dishes down and turned, Mort was right behind her, staring at her. She looked up at him and thier eye locked. Mort moved in closer and finally their lips touched, sending Jeni through the roof. She was exploding with emotion. Jenibelle wrapped her arms around Mort's neck, but Mort obviously didn't want to go any further. He jerked away and left Jeni standing alone in the kitchen.
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This is a really short chapter...I'll update soon, like on Sunday or something. (April 25th)
/...\- Morton Rainey's own thoughts. (...)- Shooter inside Mort's head. '...'- Jenibelle's thoughts. *...*- Dreams.
Don't own anything associated with Secret Window, or Morton Rainey or anything like that. (I sure do wish that I owned Johnny Depp though...)
Living alone in the middle of the wilderness isn't exactly some people's ideas of luxury. But for Jenibelle Weston, it felt just right. People always thought of it to be a discomfited way to live. All of the people who populated the town in Tashmore Lake County had families and neighbors and friends. Not Jenibelle. Jeni loved living alone on the west side of Tashmore Lake, with acception of her dog, Leena.
Jennibelle just moved to Tashmore Lake County and was not familiar with the lake and it's history. Well, the history of Tashmore Lake is more about Morton Rainey, and the murders. The first time Jeni heard about the murders, she felt intrigued. Jenibelle greatly respected Mr. Rainey and always loved his published works. She never gave it a second thought, until now.
Jack-Sparrow-Lover- Thanks for that. I love your stories. Dawnie-7- I guess she should have an accent. Yes. Thanks for reviewing!
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Jeni went up into her bedroom and quickly fell asleep. Leena was busy watching Mort move around the home. Mort rubbed his head a few times, he got up, laid down, got up, laid down. There was nothing that could help him fall asleep.
He laid down again, and this time he stayed down, until seven thirty the following morning, when he was awaken by Leena's barking.
Jenibelle made her way down the stairs and quieted Leena, there was nothing there. She cought a glimpse of Mort sleeping, or not, on the couch. She sat in front of him, watching his chest move up and down in a slow motion. She noticed the way his eyes fluttered. She couldn't help but feeling something for him. He was a very attractive man who just so happened to end up on her couch.
Jeni pulled herself away from Mort and poured herself some orange juice from the fridge. After consuming the glass, she placed it in the sink and made her way up the stairs into the bathroom.
Jenibelle turned on some steaming hot water for her shower. She let it run for a moment, then took off her pajamas. Jeni undid her bun and let her black hair cascade gently around her back. She stepped into the shower.
After a few minutes of standing there, letting the water beat on her body, Jenibelle hears a noise. She turns off the water then calls out. "Who's there?"
Jeni quickly steps out of the shower and hears a crash below. She wraps a towel around her and runs downstairs. She notices that Mort is standing, looking menancly at...nothing. He glares a little bit more then says. "What?" He then turns his attention to Jeni.
"Are you okay?"
Mort quickly turns, his expression lightened. "Uhm...just, acting out a scene from my new book."
"Looks good," Jeni says, laughing.
Mort then looks quickly behind him. Nothing. /Good.\
"So, Mort, do you want some breakfast? I know this great recipe passed down from my gramma to my momma...to me. I'll gladly make you some." Jeni hurried into the kitchen, not listening to his response.
"Sure." Mort watched her pull out some food and a frying pan. He left to go to the bathroom.
Jeni, back in the kitchen, sighed deeply. She didn't realize that she would be this attracted to Mort. She'd have to keep him here as long as she could.
Mort, on the other hand, was having some trouble in the bathroom. (Mr. Rainey, you should really get outta here. That little miss isn't very trustworthy. I've been keeping an eye on her, she seems to be smitten with you.) /Shut up Shooter.\ Nothing. Mort was satisfied. He got up and looked into the mirror.
"Man, am I getting old?" He stroked his weather beaten face. He quickly washed his hands and headed downstairs.
"Almost ready," Jenibelle said when Mort entered.
"Smells delicous," Mort comments. He then decides to get some silverware and dishes for their breakfast and to set the table. He goes to reach for the kitche and brushed past Jeni, giving her the chills.
'I wonder if he meant to do that?'
/I wonder if she felt that?\
Mort and Jeni turn at the same time, looking at each other. Jeni blushes and Mort smiles. Jenibelle turns around again.
Jeni quickly goes back to cooking and Mort goes back to setting the table. Jeni gets done with the breakfast and sets it on the table in front of Mort. "Bon Appitete," she says, sitting down across from him.
Mort smiles and waits until she is ready to eat to dig in this time. "So, Jenibelle, have you ever thought of writing some stories?"
"I'm working on one now. I kind of have writer's block," Mort nods, because he understands so well.
"I had this period of 6 months when I couldn't write a thing, I didn't know what was wrong with me," Mort says, ending the conversation.
After a little while, Jeni got up and put their dishes into the sink. Mort got up also. /This is bold.\ Jeni set the dishes down and turned, Mort was right behind her, staring at her. She looked up at him and thier eye locked. Mort moved in closer and finally their lips touched, sending Jeni through the roof. She was exploding with emotion. Jenibelle wrapped her arms around Mort's neck, but Mort obviously didn't want to go any further. He jerked away and left Jeni standing alone in the kitchen.
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This is a really short chapter...I'll update soon, like on Sunday or something. (April 25th)