Sorry about not updating in a little while. I had some problems thinking up what this chapter should be about. SO, yeah. Hope you like it!

Pot of Corn

Chapter Five- Date Over Done

Mort cracked his knuckles in a nervous gesture. His breathing became very shallow as his mind worked over time trying to figure out why Shooter was here. And Shooter was missing something. He was missing his hat. Mort had to bite down on his tongue to stop from asking where the infamous hat was.

"What do you want?" Mort questioned, taking a small step backwards.

"I don't want nothing. It's what you want Mr. Rainey, that's what got me a coming." Shooter said, his relaxed tone drifting into the wind. Mort was starting to question weather the wind made Shooter's voice or Shooter made the wind.

It was a very tense moment as Mort tried to figure out and process the information that was given to him.

"And, what exactly is it that you think I want?" Mort questioned. His mouth suddenly felt very dry and his throat was closing in on him.

"Why, you want another story. I can give you that, if you'd like." Shooter said.

Another story?

Mort's eyebrows went together in confusion. Why would Shooter give him a story? He had already accused Mort of plagiarism. Why would he just hand over another story of his, into the hands of the very man he claims stole his last one?

"Another...story? Why would I take another story from you?" Mort questioned. When Shooter didn't seem inclined to answer, Mort became aggressive. "I don't want anything you have. So, you can just… leave and go back to Mississippi or wherever it is you're from."

"No need to get all in a ruffle there, Mr. Rainey. I don't mean no harm, I was just wondering it you'd like to read my new story is all." Shooter said. He took a few steps forward. Mort noticed a manuscript in Shooter's hands. "I got it all copyrighted and everything so don't try to publish it."

"Why would you want me to read your story?" Mort questioned, backing up a little bit.

"It might help you on making your story, or so I figured. Besides, I figure we can let the past be the past. Don't you agree?" Shooter questioned. He held out the script, written on dirty looking stack of paper. The front Read 'Nature's Glory By: John Shooter'.

"I can't take that." Mort said, holding up his hands in defense. "I'm not going to be responsible for that."

"Think nothing of it. I got two or three back at home and ain't nothing going to happen with you just taking one." Shooter said, putting the script into Mort's hands. "It's a mighty fine story and I think you'd like it."

Mort looked down, in a disjointed way at the script forced into his hands. He couldn't believe he had Shooter back in his life!

Shooter walked to his old car, which Mort hadn't noticed before. He climbed in and drove off.

Mort quickly went inside and locked the door. He threw the script down on his kitchen table and stared at it from a safe distance. He clicked his jaw, and started to pace around the kitchen.

"What am I going to do?" Mort questioned.

How about you start by throwing the script away? Nothing good can come from Shooter. You have to push him away from you with more force then you could ever dream possible!

"You're right." Mort said, his eyebrows rising in realization. "I have to get rid of it before it becomes a problem."

Mort grabbed the script roughly off the table and threw it in his trash can. He started to walk away when his other self showed up, sitting on his couch.

"Burn it Mort. Burn it before it can be brought to you again. You don't want a repeat of last time." His other self said, getting up and walking around him like a bird of prey circling its meal. "This will haunt you until you figure out how to get rid of it for good. So, burn it."

Mort stared at his other self. "Why? So, my house will burn with it?"

His other self chuckled. "No. So it'll be gone for good."

Mort grabbed the sides of his head, and clenched his jaw together.

"Mort! Get a hold of yourself!" He said, putting his hands on Mort's shoulders. "I will keep Shooter at bay. I won't let him touch you. I promise. Just burn the script."

"You're right." Mort said, nodding in his conclusion. "You're very right. I'm going to burn it. It's going to burn like hell and then, I'll step on it. After that, I toss the remaining ashes into the lake."

"Now, we're getting somewhere. Take the matches and burn the sucker." His other self said, holding up matches for Mort to use. Mort took them and walked over to the trash can.

He struck the match and opened the trash can. A smirk played on Mort's face as his fingers went to drop the flame into the can, when-

Knock, Knock

Mort blew out the match and went to the door. He opened it roughly to find Kristina standing there, looking rather nervous.

"I'm really sorry about this Mort, but I left my purse here. I really need it for work and it has my driver's license in it." Kristina explained, hoping Mort wouldn't be too mad at her.

Mort gave a smile, feeling the tense that was building in his muscles, suddenly relaxed at the sight of her. "It's fine. I did say you could come over at any time."

Kristina smiled. She was much relived Mort wasn't angry with her.

Kristina quickly made her way over to where her purse sat upon the couch and picked it up. She turned around and found Mort standing there.

"Do you come here often?" Mort questioned.

Kristina giggled. "Not too often."

"Well then. I'll have to change that." Mort said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Kristina wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She was already drawn in by his charms that she couldn't escape even if she tried.

In the Morning

Mort rolled out of bed. His eyes were only half open as he walked into his bathroom. He turned on the shower. He could really use a cold shower.

Kristina woke to the sound of running water. Her sleepy eyes opened as she saw Mort disappear into the bathroom. Her eyes widen in remembrance. Mort and her…

Kristin sat up, holding the bed sheets to her body. She couldn't believe she just… how could she? On the first date! She barely knew the guy!

Kristina felt ashamed that she had given in so soon. She was sure Mort would think badly of her. No woman should ever have such relations so quickly! It just wasn't proper.

She got up and found her clothes on the ground. She quickly changed into them and brushed her hair into some semblance of control. Then she grabbed her purse, which was tossed onto the dresser last night. She was about to leave the room, when a thought passed her mind.

Mort would really think badly of her if she didn't tell him she left or something to show that she didn't hate him. So, she searched through her purse and found the friendship bracelet she made yesterday. She set it down on his bed stand, then left.

Mort came out with a fresh new face, sort of speak. A towel wrapped firmly around his waist. He then heard a car being pulled out of his drive way. He went over to the window and saw Kristina's car pulling out.

Then, it hit him. He suddenly remembered what they did last night. Mort put his hands to his head and sat down on his bed.

'She must hate me now.' Mort thought to himself. He shouldn't have come on so strong.

Well, at least we know she likes you.

'But that wasn't the point. I shouldn't have gone so far.' Mort thought.

Yeah… but she likes you.

'Maybe I should have held back on kissing her?'

…Mort… she likes you.

Mort finally listened to the voice. He smiled. 'She does like me…'

Hey! He does listen!

'Oh ha' Mort thought. He looked over at his bed stand to see if his glasses were there. He put them on and looked down at the multicolored bracelet on the stand. He picked it up. He recognized it as a friendship bracelet.

"Who would give me…?" Mort started, but realized who. He slipped it on and smiled.  "Guess this means she wants to stay in touch."

The voice just laughed.

Whoa! Another finished! I may not have the next chapter out anytime soon. I have 'Don Quixote' to read. READ. It's a HUGE book! It's for school so… yeah. I have to have it read in a week and a half, so no spare time to write. Sorry everyone!!!!

But please review!