Okay, my fellow...peoples! *sigh* I got nothing to say; aren't I sad?
*sighs again* Johnny Depp is a sexy god!!!!! *closes eyes dreamily*
Chapter 3
It was the middle of January, and the past few months had gone by without her even realizing it. This was the longest she'd ever had a job, and she couldn't figure out why.
'Maybe it's because of the fact that every time he smiles at you, you get all hot.' She thought to herself. She smiled and sighed. She knew the reason was because she liked him, but she couldn't make a move on him. 'And besides, you don't even know if he likes you, likes you like you like him, like him.'
She rolled her eyes in frustration, and looked out the window. It was snowing. "Oooo, it's beautiful." She had never liked rain, but she loved snow. She put down the dish she was drying, grabbed her sweater and walked outside. She looked up at the gray sky, and felt completely relaxed, until she felt a snowball pierce her back. She turned around to see Mort smile at her, and shrug his shoulders, "I didn't do it." He said innocently.
She scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at Mort's shoulder, "Bulls eye!" she yelled and took off running for the woods, laughing.
She heard him chasing after her, and ducked behind a large tree. The woods fell eerily silent. She peeked out from behind her fortress, but saw nothing. But she was snapped out of her thoughts as she felt an impact from behind and fell to the ground. She tried to get up but realized Mort had pinned her to the ground, with his hands holding her arms above her head.
She let out a yelp of surprise, "Now you're in for it!" Mort said as he began to tickle her neck and sides. After a minute of laughing, screaming, and pleading, Mort rolled off her and sat down beside her. Before she could say anything, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She could feel herself blush, and get all hot again. He seemed embarrassed when he got up and went back in the house. She smiled when he left and wished she wasn't so shy.
Mort's P.O.V
When Mort got back n the house, he went back upstairs to his office and sat down. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd done that, it had just been how he felt at the moment, 'Or do you feel that way all the time?' he asked himself. He sighed, he knew he liked her.
When she got back in the house, he waited until she was done in the kitchen and went in her room, and followed her. He knocked softly on her door she said, "Come in."
"Hi, Cel," he said stuttering, "I was wondering if maybe you would like to get out of the house, and maybe, uh, have dinner or something?"
She thought for a moment, and then replied, "Sure."
"Alright, how about tomorrow?"
"Great!" She said.
Celina's P.O.V
When Mort left her room she squeaked with happiness, "Finally," she whispered, "finally." She squeaked again, "Oh my God, what do I wear, what will we talk about." She asked herself worriedly. She rolled her eyes, 'What are you? Seventeen?' she thought.
Mort's P.O.V
After he left Cel's room, he was very relieved, and he went back up to his office and sat down at his desk. He sat there for a long time without thinking, just staring at his laptop screen. Then the phone next to his laptop rang. He jumped and looked at the clock, it was nine pm. He had been sitting there for over an hour.
He picked up the phone, "Hello?" he asked.
"Well, hello, Mr. Rainey." A familiar drawling voice said that caused many memories to come flooding back all at once.
He didn't answer at first, just sat there, stunned, "Shooter?" he asked his voice shaky at first, "What do you want?" his voice was now thick and syrupy with disgust and anger.
"Oh, I just wanted to see how you were doing. And that miss Celina." His southern accent never ceased to annoy Mort.
"What do you want?" He repeated, nervous at the mention of Celina.
"You know you shouldn't get cozy with her," He said, cutting to the chase suddenly, "she's a heart-breaker, just like Amy."
"Listen, I fixed your stupid story, so leave me alone." He said, angrily.
"Why, I know that, I'm just lookin' out for you, Mr. Rainey." Mort could almost see his crooked smile.
"Leave me alone." He repeated, unable to think of anything else.
"We'll see about that. I'll talk to you after your date tomorrow." He said and hung up.
Mort shakily put the phone down and went to bed, afraid of what might happen while he was asleep.
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Chapter 3
It was the middle of January, and the past few months had gone by without her even realizing it. This was the longest she'd ever had a job, and she couldn't figure out why.
'Maybe it's because of the fact that every time he smiles at you, you get all hot.' She thought to herself. She smiled and sighed. She knew the reason was because she liked him, but she couldn't make a move on him. 'And besides, you don't even know if he likes you, likes you like you like him, like him.'
She rolled her eyes in frustration, and looked out the window. It was snowing. "Oooo, it's beautiful." She had never liked rain, but she loved snow. She put down the dish she was drying, grabbed her sweater and walked outside. She looked up at the gray sky, and felt completely relaxed, until she felt a snowball pierce her back. She turned around to see Mort smile at her, and shrug his shoulders, "I didn't do it." He said innocently.
She scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at Mort's shoulder, "Bulls eye!" she yelled and took off running for the woods, laughing.
She heard him chasing after her, and ducked behind a large tree. The woods fell eerily silent. She peeked out from behind her fortress, but saw nothing. But she was snapped out of her thoughts as she felt an impact from behind and fell to the ground. She tried to get up but realized Mort had pinned her to the ground, with his hands holding her arms above her head.
She let out a yelp of surprise, "Now you're in for it!" Mort said as he began to tickle her neck and sides. After a minute of laughing, screaming, and pleading, Mort rolled off her and sat down beside her. Before she could say anything, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She could feel herself blush, and get all hot again. He seemed embarrassed when he got up and went back in the house. She smiled when he left and wished she wasn't so shy.
Mort's P.O.V
When Mort got back n the house, he went back upstairs to his office and sat down. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd done that, it had just been how he felt at the moment, 'Or do you feel that way all the time?' he asked himself. He sighed, he knew he liked her.
When she got back in the house, he waited until she was done in the kitchen and went in her room, and followed her. He knocked softly on her door she said, "Come in."
"Hi, Cel," he said stuttering, "I was wondering if maybe you would like to get out of the house, and maybe, uh, have dinner or something?"
She thought for a moment, and then replied, "Sure."
"Alright, how about tomorrow?"
"Great!" She said.
Celina's P.O.V
When Mort left her room she squeaked with happiness, "Finally," she whispered, "finally." She squeaked again, "Oh my God, what do I wear, what will we talk about." She asked herself worriedly. She rolled her eyes, 'What are you? Seventeen?' she thought.
Mort's P.O.V
After he left Cel's room, he was very relieved, and he went back up to his office and sat down at his desk. He sat there for a long time without thinking, just staring at his laptop screen. Then the phone next to his laptop rang. He jumped and looked at the clock, it was nine pm. He had been sitting there for over an hour.
He picked up the phone, "Hello?" he asked.
"Well, hello, Mr. Rainey." A familiar drawling voice said that caused many memories to come flooding back all at once.
He didn't answer at first, just sat there, stunned, "Shooter?" he asked his voice shaky at first, "What do you want?" his voice was now thick and syrupy with disgust and anger.
"Oh, I just wanted to see how you were doing. And that miss Celina." His southern accent never ceased to annoy Mort.
"What do you want?" He repeated, nervous at the mention of Celina.
"You know you shouldn't get cozy with her," He said, cutting to the chase suddenly, "she's a heart-breaker, just like Amy."
"Listen, I fixed your stupid story, so leave me alone." He said, angrily.
"Why, I know that, I'm just lookin' out for you, Mr. Rainey." Mort could almost see his crooked smile.
"Leave me alone." He repeated, unable to think of anything else.
"We'll see about that. I'll talk to you after your date tomorrow." He said and hung up.
Mort shakily put the phone down and went to bed, afraid of what might happen while he was asleep.
So, did you like it? Please tell me and I'll get the next chapter out as soon as possible! Thanks!