TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part10of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: still five year into the future, something happens with professor Lass at school…
AUTHORS NOTES: this one's a short one kiddies, sorry I'm having some writer's issues currently… hopefully I'll get over it by the next installment =8-D
We met everyone at the Der Waffle Haus, I could hardly believe that no one else had gotten sick of that place yet! I could only imagine how long they had all been going there, but I know that five years was more then enough for me. Most morning's I'd have juice or a soda, and then eat something when I got on campus, unless Rube gave me an assignment that would screw up my regular schedule I wouldn't eat.
When we got there Rube and Roxy were already there. Sitting on opposite sides of the table. Daisy sat next to Rube, and Mason and I sat next to Roxy. We know not to hardly touch each other when we sit near her or she has a tendency of hitting us. She likes being a bitter little bugger.
"How's school going, Peanut?" Rube asked.
I shrugged. "Pretty good."
Roxy scowled at me. She hated when anyone brought up my being in school as I had quit my day job and started going to school instead. I had listened to Mason much too long about the victimless crime thing, and his scruples began to rub off on me. How else did you think we could all afford to live in a nice big house in the good part of town. Someone really had to charm him or herself a new car. It was sad that the only thing that we could make small talk about of late was school. We had started growing accustomed to each other, and didn't see the point of filling the air with meaningless words.
"I'm going to be late for work," Roxy grumbled.
Rube handed her a post-it, and Mason and I moved out of the way to let her out. I swear she purposely stepped on my foot, but I decided not to call her on it, she'd kick my ass. Daisy watched as she left the building, and kept watching till she was out of sight.
"Was it just me or was she particularly bitchy today?" Daisy asked.
Mason and I started laughing, until Rube glared us. "I think she's just sick of the three of you coming in here all happy and shit, while she's stuck in some dead end job," he proceeded to tell us.
"Or jobs," I mumbled under my breath, just loud enough for Mason to hear.
He smiled. "Georgie, that was mean!"
Daisy laughed, knowing exactly what I had said, Rube looked dumbfounded. The three of us really had been living together too long, I swear half the time we were on the same train of thought. Rube shook his head knowing he would not get a straight answer out of any of us. He handed us each or post-its, and got up to leave.
"Unlike you three, I have stuff to do."
"I resemble that remark Rube!" Mason said, before looking at his post-it. "Fuck did you know that I was going to piss you off cause mine's in the middle of bum-bum fuck nowhere! Where's your Georgie?" I showed him mine, and he groaned, glared at Rube who gave him a funny smile, and Rube proceeded to walk away. "I'm going with her tonight you know that don't you Rube!?" "Whatever Mason, just sit in the car and don't get in the way!" He then walked out.
"Well I've got to get to class," I said, kissing Mason on the nose.
"Have fun!"
Daisy grumbled, and stormed out of the restaurant too. I shook my head, what a day it had started out to be! I hugged Mason, and to my surprise Daisy actually looked like she was going to walk home. I didn't know what had gotten into her lately, but she wasn't herself. We hadn't even done girls night in nearly a month. I wanted to talk to her about it, but she seemed to be avoiding me. I actually was really missing girls night and was hoping that the black cloud that was looming over her would soon lift.
"Millie!" Professor Lass said, as I was leaving his class.
"Yes?" I said, turning around kind of surprised.
"Do you have a class next?"
"No."
"All right, could you come into my office, we need to talk."
I nodded and I went into his office. I couldn't think of anything that I had done that we deserve getting talked to, but my father has always been odd. He closed the door behind him, and for some reason I felt uncomfortable.
"I've been reading your papers, they all seem so sad, and I don't think a pretty girl like you should be so sad," he explained to me.
This could not be what this seems to be. "Excuse me?"
"It just seems that you're frustrated, and it comes out in your writing. Are you frustrated, Millie?"
"No!"
"Sexually frustrated, I mean?"
.What the fuck!? This is sick! Freud would have a fucking field day! "Hell no!!"
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with an experience man?"
He didn't need to know any details about my sex life, but Mason was a pretty experienced man. "Um, Professor Lass, aren't you married?" I was trying very hard to keep my cool.
"I'm getting a divorce," he explained, putting his hand on my waist.
"I could be your daughter!" All right so I AM his daughter which makes the statement all the more odd.
"That's never stopped me before." He tried to kiss me.
I moved my face and his lips landed on my cheek. "I have a boyfriend who I am very much in love with."
"I loved my wife once, and that didn't stop me from playing."
"You're fucking sick! I'm not fucking interested!!"
"Your loss."
"I'm your daughter!!"
"What!?"
"I mean I could be your daughter, or some shit, I heard you had a daughter my age. You've made me very uneasy!"
"Well, Millie, you're just no fun then are you?"
"If you keep it up I'm going to tell the university officials. I would think that if you're going through a divorce the last thing you need is trouble at work too."
He shook his head, trying to regain composure. "All right then, have your way. Will I be seeing you in class tomorrow?" I simply walked out and slammed the door behind me, before I put my foot in my mouth again. That was close, too close. I decided to transfer out of the class, as interesting as it was, things were already strange enough without adding what just happened into the mix. I felt bad wasting the money, but I knew that Mason would understand. Plus it would free up a little more of my time, which would make Rube happy. Well as happy as Rube gets.
I knew Mason may be a little pissed off if I didn't tell him before I went ahead and dropped the class, but I knew when I explained to him why he'd get over it. It was actually really easy to drop the course, and I was glad something was going right that day.
I was contemplating telling Reggie as I walked home, but I decided that the last thing she needed was to hear something bad about her father. I knew my mother well enough to know that she'd be bad mouthing him every chance she got, whether she was there or not. I walked past the park, glad the she wasn't there, I don't think I could keep it from her at that exact moment.
When I got home Mason was in the kitchen, drinking some coke. I smiled at him, poured my own glass, and sat next to him. I took his hand.
"What's wrong, Georgie?" he asked.
"I had to drop one of my classes today," I whispered.
"Why? You're doing so good in all of them."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I know but when your professor hits on you, it's kind of hard to keep going to his class." He caressed inside my hand, and I began to cry. "Which one was it?" he demanded. "I'll kick his ass for hitting on my Georgie girl!"
"Mason!"
"I'm sorry, but you know if you asked me to."
I shook my head. "It's more complicated then just some guy hitting on me."
"You don't mean what you think you do?"
I nodded, and began to sob. Within moments he had his arms around me, trying to make me feel better. Don't I wish that all it took was one embrace and everything that was wrong in my world would somehow be right again. The door opened, and Daisy came into the kitchen, she sighed loudly.
"Your room is upstairs for a reason, lovebirds," she said.
"Georgie's had a bad day!" Mason snapped.
"Excuses, excuses! Well I had a bad day too, you don't me with some guy in the kitchen do you?"
"Time out. What the fuck!?"
"We have a rule, bedrooms are for that stuff!"
"We're not doing anything! We're hugging cause she had a bad day!"
"I can't deal with this fucking fighting!!" I yelled all of a sudden, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Wait, Georgia honey, were you crying?" Daisy asked, suddenly concerned.
"We'll talk about that later, right now I want to know why whenever you and Mason are sharing the same air you start fighting."
"Well, it's hardly something I want to explain with him around."
"She starts it all the time. I try to be nice, but you know my patience," Mason tried to defend himself.
"Wait, wait, is this about having a dry spell and you're ticked off because you can't have Mason?" I asked Daisy, making her blush. "Why not go to the school and find my father!" I then stormed upstairs and slammed the door to my room. "Leave me the fuck alone both you of!!"
All right, so it didn't happen often, but when something was bugging me, and I mean really bugging me I had the world's worst temper, and that day had be the worst day of my life, well maybe second worst day of my life. When I got into one of these moods I didn't want to deal with people, and I had been in one of those moods half my life before I died, and I hoped that this bad mood would not take so long to cure. The door started to open, and I threw a pillow at it.
"I fucking mean it Mason leave me the fuck alone!"
"Georgie," he tried to say, his voice sounding pitiful.
"Don't Georgie me all right? I need some time alone to think!"
"Fine whatever."
A few moments later I heard the front door slam. I looked out the window, and he was speeding out of the driveway with the car. I took his pillow, held it close and began to cry. I don't think I had ever been so mean to him, and part of me wished I hadn't freaked out so bad, but I did say I wanted to be alone, and she should know by know that my alone time was precious to me.
I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find Mason holding me. Well at least I know that he doesn't stray too far even when I'm pissed off at him. I rolled over and hugged him. He opened his eyes, and then went to move away. I pulled him closer.
"I'm sorry Mason," I whispered, kissing him.
"It's all right, I should have known better then to bug you when you're stressing," he responded.
I smiled. "I don't deserve you."
He laughed. "Well, you just keep on thinking that way. Now I do believe there is the little matter of this." He handed me my post-it.
I looked at in and grumbled. "I have half an hour to get there."
"Tell you what. I'll drive you over, and then we'll go out for a nice quiet dinner."
"You're done for the day?"
He nodded. "Lucky for us."
I smiled at him, and then got up, and went downstairs. I was surprised that Daisy seemed to be gone, but if she really was having a dry spell she was probably out on the prowl. Mason and I drove to a small park on the other side of town. A graffitied up place, that looked like it should be condemned, or turned into a parking lot. I sighed, and looked around for risk factors. Mason was sitting in the car, I was glad he was because I sure wouldn't have felt safe there alone. I looked at my watch and there was five minutes until whatever was going to happen would happen. I looked around and I didn't even see anyone, and the whole place was a risk factor. I felt pretty stupid standing there.
A few minutes later I saw a guy running by, followed by screams of "McEwan! Get your pussy ass back here!" I reached over, and took his soul, and then went over to the car and sat down waiting to see what happened. I was expecting something exciting, but the guy ended up tripping over his shoelace and smacking his head into a rock. When you something hits you the wrong way anything can kill you, nothing surprises me. He didn't need any help moving on, so Mason and I proceeded to go to a restaurant in a nicer part of town.
After we ate we went home. As soon as we walked in the door we heard moans from the basement, well at least for a little while Daisy would be in a better mood.
End
End notes: And there we have part ten… Daisy's out of her grumpy mood, as is George, but what will make Roxy happy, or whatever? Find out in the next part… don't forget a couple of new charcters are going to be joining the cast, one might even be an unwelcome guest at the house… stay tuned kiddies, HUGZ and kissez all!!
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: still five year into the future, something happens with professor Lass at school…
AUTHORS NOTES: this one's a short one kiddies, sorry I'm having some writer's issues currently… hopefully I'll get over it by the next installment =8-D
We met everyone at the Der Waffle Haus, I could hardly believe that no one else had gotten sick of that place yet! I could only imagine how long they had all been going there, but I know that five years was more then enough for me. Most morning's I'd have juice or a soda, and then eat something when I got on campus, unless Rube gave me an assignment that would screw up my regular schedule I wouldn't eat.
When we got there Rube and Roxy were already there. Sitting on opposite sides of the table. Daisy sat next to Rube, and Mason and I sat next to Roxy. We know not to hardly touch each other when we sit near her or she has a tendency of hitting us. She likes being a bitter little bugger.
"How's school going, Peanut?" Rube asked.
I shrugged. "Pretty good."
Roxy scowled at me. She hated when anyone brought up my being in school as I had quit my day job and started going to school instead. I had listened to Mason much too long about the victimless crime thing, and his scruples began to rub off on me. How else did you think we could all afford to live in a nice big house in the good part of town. Someone really had to charm him or herself a new car. It was sad that the only thing that we could make small talk about of late was school. We had started growing accustomed to each other, and didn't see the point of filling the air with meaningless words.
"I'm going to be late for work," Roxy grumbled.
Rube handed her a post-it, and Mason and I moved out of the way to let her out. I swear she purposely stepped on my foot, but I decided not to call her on it, she'd kick my ass. Daisy watched as she left the building, and kept watching till she was out of sight.
"Was it just me or was she particularly bitchy today?" Daisy asked.
Mason and I started laughing, until Rube glared us. "I think she's just sick of the three of you coming in here all happy and shit, while she's stuck in some dead end job," he proceeded to tell us.
"Or jobs," I mumbled under my breath, just loud enough for Mason to hear.
He smiled. "Georgie, that was mean!"
Daisy laughed, knowing exactly what I had said, Rube looked dumbfounded. The three of us really had been living together too long, I swear half the time we were on the same train of thought. Rube shook his head knowing he would not get a straight answer out of any of us. He handed us each or post-its, and got up to leave.
"Unlike you three, I have stuff to do."
"I resemble that remark Rube!" Mason said, before looking at his post-it. "Fuck did you know that I was going to piss you off cause mine's in the middle of bum-bum fuck nowhere! Where's your Georgie?" I showed him mine, and he groaned, glared at Rube who gave him a funny smile, and Rube proceeded to walk away. "I'm going with her tonight you know that don't you Rube!?" "Whatever Mason, just sit in the car and don't get in the way!" He then walked out.
"Well I've got to get to class," I said, kissing Mason on the nose.
"Have fun!"
Daisy grumbled, and stormed out of the restaurant too. I shook my head, what a day it had started out to be! I hugged Mason, and to my surprise Daisy actually looked like she was going to walk home. I didn't know what had gotten into her lately, but she wasn't herself. We hadn't even done girls night in nearly a month. I wanted to talk to her about it, but she seemed to be avoiding me. I actually was really missing girls night and was hoping that the black cloud that was looming over her would soon lift.
"Millie!" Professor Lass said, as I was leaving his class.
"Yes?" I said, turning around kind of surprised.
"Do you have a class next?"
"No."
"All right, could you come into my office, we need to talk."
I nodded and I went into his office. I couldn't think of anything that I had done that we deserve getting talked to, but my father has always been odd. He closed the door behind him, and for some reason I felt uncomfortable.
"I've been reading your papers, they all seem so sad, and I don't think a pretty girl like you should be so sad," he explained to me.
This could not be what this seems to be. "Excuse me?"
"It just seems that you're frustrated, and it comes out in your writing. Are you frustrated, Millie?"
"No!"
"Sexually frustrated, I mean?"
.What the fuck!? This is sick! Freud would have a fucking field day! "Hell no!!"
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with an experience man?"
He didn't need to know any details about my sex life, but Mason was a pretty experienced man. "Um, Professor Lass, aren't you married?" I was trying very hard to keep my cool.
"I'm getting a divorce," he explained, putting his hand on my waist.
"I could be your daughter!" All right so I AM his daughter which makes the statement all the more odd.
"That's never stopped me before." He tried to kiss me.
I moved my face and his lips landed on my cheek. "I have a boyfriend who I am very much in love with."
"I loved my wife once, and that didn't stop me from playing."
"You're fucking sick! I'm not fucking interested!!"
"Your loss."
"I'm your daughter!!"
"What!?"
"I mean I could be your daughter, or some shit, I heard you had a daughter my age. You've made me very uneasy!"
"Well, Millie, you're just no fun then are you?"
"If you keep it up I'm going to tell the university officials. I would think that if you're going through a divorce the last thing you need is trouble at work too."
He shook his head, trying to regain composure. "All right then, have your way. Will I be seeing you in class tomorrow?" I simply walked out and slammed the door behind me, before I put my foot in my mouth again. That was close, too close. I decided to transfer out of the class, as interesting as it was, things were already strange enough without adding what just happened into the mix. I felt bad wasting the money, but I knew that Mason would understand. Plus it would free up a little more of my time, which would make Rube happy. Well as happy as Rube gets.
I knew Mason may be a little pissed off if I didn't tell him before I went ahead and dropped the class, but I knew when I explained to him why he'd get over it. It was actually really easy to drop the course, and I was glad something was going right that day.
I was contemplating telling Reggie as I walked home, but I decided that the last thing she needed was to hear something bad about her father. I knew my mother well enough to know that she'd be bad mouthing him every chance she got, whether she was there or not. I walked past the park, glad the she wasn't there, I don't think I could keep it from her at that exact moment.
When I got home Mason was in the kitchen, drinking some coke. I smiled at him, poured my own glass, and sat next to him. I took his hand.
"What's wrong, Georgie?" he asked.
"I had to drop one of my classes today," I whispered.
"Why? You're doing so good in all of them."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I know but when your professor hits on you, it's kind of hard to keep going to his class." He caressed inside my hand, and I began to cry. "Which one was it?" he demanded. "I'll kick his ass for hitting on my Georgie girl!"
"Mason!"
"I'm sorry, but you know if you asked me to."
I shook my head. "It's more complicated then just some guy hitting on me."
"You don't mean what you think you do?"
I nodded, and began to sob. Within moments he had his arms around me, trying to make me feel better. Don't I wish that all it took was one embrace and everything that was wrong in my world would somehow be right again. The door opened, and Daisy came into the kitchen, she sighed loudly.
"Your room is upstairs for a reason, lovebirds," she said.
"Georgie's had a bad day!" Mason snapped.
"Excuses, excuses! Well I had a bad day too, you don't me with some guy in the kitchen do you?"
"Time out. What the fuck!?"
"We have a rule, bedrooms are for that stuff!"
"We're not doing anything! We're hugging cause she had a bad day!"
"I can't deal with this fucking fighting!!" I yelled all of a sudden, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Wait, Georgia honey, were you crying?" Daisy asked, suddenly concerned.
"We'll talk about that later, right now I want to know why whenever you and Mason are sharing the same air you start fighting."
"Well, it's hardly something I want to explain with him around."
"She starts it all the time. I try to be nice, but you know my patience," Mason tried to defend himself.
"Wait, wait, is this about having a dry spell and you're ticked off because you can't have Mason?" I asked Daisy, making her blush. "Why not go to the school and find my father!" I then stormed upstairs and slammed the door to my room. "Leave me the fuck alone both you of!!"
All right, so it didn't happen often, but when something was bugging me, and I mean really bugging me I had the world's worst temper, and that day had be the worst day of my life, well maybe second worst day of my life. When I got into one of these moods I didn't want to deal with people, and I had been in one of those moods half my life before I died, and I hoped that this bad mood would not take so long to cure. The door started to open, and I threw a pillow at it.
"I fucking mean it Mason leave me the fuck alone!"
"Georgie," he tried to say, his voice sounding pitiful.
"Don't Georgie me all right? I need some time alone to think!"
"Fine whatever."
A few moments later I heard the front door slam. I looked out the window, and he was speeding out of the driveway with the car. I took his pillow, held it close and began to cry. I don't think I had ever been so mean to him, and part of me wished I hadn't freaked out so bad, but I did say I wanted to be alone, and she should know by know that my alone time was precious to me.
I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find Mason holding me. Well at least I know that he doesn't stray too far even when I'm pissed off at him. I rolled over and hugged him. He opened his eyes, and then went to move away. I pulled him closer.
"I'm sorry Mason," I whispered, kissing him.
"It's all right, I should have known better then to bug you when you're stressing," he responded.
I smiled. "I don't deserve you."
He laughed. "Well, you just keep on thinking that way. Now I do believe there is the little matter of this." He handed me my post-it.
I looked at in and grumbled. "I have half an hour to get there."
"Tell you what. I'll drive you over, and then we'll go out for a nice quiet dinner."
"You're done for the day?"
He nodded. "Lucky for us."
I smiled at him, and then got up, and went downstairs. I was surprised that Daisy seemed to be gone, but if she really was having a dry spell she was probably out on the prowl. Mason and I drove to a small park on the other side of town. A graffitied up place, that looked like it should be condemned, or turned into a parking lot. I sighed, and looked around for risk factors. Mason was sitting in the car, I was glad he was because I sure wouldn't have felt safe there alone. I looked at my watch and there was five minutes until whatever was going to happen would happen. I looked around and I didn't even see anyone, and the whole place was a risk factor. I felt pretty stupid standing there.
A few minutes later I saw a guy running by, followed by screams of "McEwan! Get your pussy ass back here!" I reached over, and took his soul, and then went over to the car and sat down waiting to see what happened. I was expecting something exciting, but the guy ended up tripping over his shoelace and smacking his head into a rock. When you something hits you the wrong way anything can kill you, nothing surprises me. He didn't need any help moving on, so Mason and I proceeded to go to a restaurant in a nicer part of town.
After we ate we went home. As soon as we walked in the door we heard moans from the basement, well at least for a little while Daisy would be in a better mood.
End
End notes: And there we have part ten… Daisy's out of her grumpy mood, as is George, but what will make Roxy happy, or whatever? Find out in the next part… don't forget a couple of new charcters are going to be joining the cast, one might even be an unwelcome guest at the house… stay tuned kiddies, HUGZ and kissez all!!