I FINALLY got this chapter out, and don't worry, the next one won't take as
long! Oh, and thanks sooooo much for the encouragement, guys!
Chapter 2
Celina glanced around the house; it was well kept, just a few things were scattered around. He took her to through the living room, and into the kitchen. All the while explaining the small tasks that he expected of her; which wasn't much. 'Funny, she thought, he doesn't seem like the murdering type.' He led her behind the stairs into a small hallway with one bedroom with a bathroom, "This is where you'll be staying, Celina." He said, "And upstairs is just my office and bedroom."
"Call me Cel," she smiled, "and I'll start tomorrow."
He smiled, "Then you can call me Mort, and I'll be upstairs if you need me."
Celina smiled as he left and put her suitcase on the bed, and couldn't help but notice that he had a nice smile.
The next day Celina got up and took a long shower and got started. She began in the living room where there were papers, and books on the floor. She picked them up in no time and decided to dust. When she was finished with that, she decided to make something for lunch on account she'd skipped breakfast, "Mort!" she called to Mort who hadn't come down all morning because he was writing, "Do you want some lunch?"
"Sure." Was his answer.
She made sandwiches for Mort and herself, and brought him a plate upstairs.
He was typing at his laptop when she first saw him, but he stopped when she came in and smiled.
"Here ya go." She said as she set the plate down beside him.
He grinned and said, "So, do you like the job so far?"
"Oh, it's horrible." She said sarcastically.
"Is that so? Well, I suppose I could fire you." He said with a mischievous smile taking over his face.
"That won't be necessary," she said, "What are you working on?"
"Oh, just my new novel, I hope it will be as good as my remake of 'Secret Window'." He replied.
"Well I better get back to work. She said, suddenly nervous and blushing for no particular reason.
"Alright." He said and winked at her as she hurried down the stairs.
Mort's P.O.V
At about 7pm Mort realized that he had been writing all day when Cel called him downstairs and said dinner was ready.
He smiled at her as he entered the kitchen and smelled the rich scent of spaghetti sauce, and sat down at the table across from her and began dishing his plate. He noticed that she seemed nervous, so he tried to make conversation with her.
"So, where are you from? He asked.
"I grew up in New York, and after school I've just been traveling everywhere I can." She said.
"Do you enjoy doing that?" H asked, enjoying talking to her.
"Ya, I do it's a lot of fun." She said and smiled.
He couldn't help but notice how she seemed to glow when she smiled, "Well that's good." He said.
After dinner, Mort went back upstairs, and Cel started to wash the dishes.
When Mort sat back down at his desk he felt something he hadn't felt in over a month. He could have sworn he felt Shooter's presence.
"But that's silly, Mort," he whispered to himself, nervously, "Shooter's gone."
'Are you sure?' The other Mort in head asked, amused.
I'm REALLY sorry this chapter was soooo short, but that's all I could think of right now, but the next one will be longer, I promise, and more interesting, okay? But please review anyway! Thanks!
Chapter 2
Celina glanced around the house; it was well kept, just a few things were scattered around. He took her to through the living room, and into the kitchen. All the while explaining the small tasks that he expected of her; which wasn't much. 'Funny, she thought, he doesn't seem like the murdering type.' He led her behind the stairs into a small hallway with one bedroom with a bathroom, "This is where you'll be staying, Celina." He said, "And upstairs is just my office and bedroom."
"Call me Cel," she smiled, "and I'll start tomorrow."
He smiled, "Then you can call me Mort, and I'll be upstairs if you need me."
Celina smiled as he left and put her suitcase on the bed, and couldn't help but notice that he had a nice smile.
The next day Celina got up and took a long shower and got started. She began in the living room where there were papers, and books on the floor. She picked them up in no time and decided to dust. When she was finished with that, she decided to make something for lunch on account she'd skipped breakfast, "Mort!" she called to Mort who hadn't come down all morning because he was writing, "Do you want some lunch?"
"Sure." Was his answer.
She made sandwiches for Mort and herself, and brought him a plate upstairs.
He was typing at his laptop when she first saw him, but he stopped when she came in and smiled.
"Here ya go." She said as she set the plate down beside him.
He grinned and said, "So, do you like the job so far?"
"Oh, it's horrible." She said sarcastically.
"Is that so? Well, I suppose I could fire you." He said with a mischievous smile taking over his face.
"That won't be necessary," she said, "What are you working on?"
"Oh, just my new novel, I hope it will be as good as my remake of 'Secret Window'." He replied.
"Well I better get back to work. She said, suddenly nervous and blushing for no particular reason.
"Alright." He said and winked at her as she hurried down the stairs.
Mort's P.O.V
At about 7pm Mort realized that he had been writing all day when Cel called him downstairs and said dinner was ready.
He smiled at her as he entered the kitchen and smelled the rich scent of spaghetti sauce, and sat down at the table across from her and began dishing his plate. He noticed that she seemed nervous, so he tried to make conversation with her.
"So, where are you from? He asked.
"I grew up in New York, and after school I've just been traveling everywhere I can." She said.
"Do you enjoy doing that?" H asked, enjoying talking to her.
"Ya, I do it's a lot of fun." She said and smiled.
He couldn't help but notice how she seemed to glow when she smiled, "Well that's good." He said.
After dinner, Mort went back upstairs, and Cel started to wash the dishes.
When Mort sat back down at his desk he felt something he hadn't felt in over a month. He could have sworn he felt Shooter's presence.
"But that's silly, Mort," he whispered to himself, nervously, "Shooter's gone."
'Are you sure?' The other Mort in head asked, amused.
I'm REALLY sorry this chapter was soooo short, but that's all I could think of right now, but the next one will be longer, I promise, and more interesting, okay? But please review anyway! Thanks!