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She awoke to the smell of a new day. The smell that makes one feel alive and refreshed. Her mind began replaying the events of earlier. She couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. She rolled over hoping to find Mort lying next to her but instead found the bed empty other than herself.
"Maybe he's downstairs." She mumbled to herself. As she made her way to the stairs she heard voices and laughter. She peered over the balcony to find Mort and her friend Stephanie sitting on the worn couch conversing.
"Stephanie, what are you doing here?" Elyse asked coming down the stairs giving her a hug.
"Well, I called your cell when you still didn't come back to the hotel. Mort answered and said you were here and told me to come on over. And here I am."
Elyse sat on the armchair across the table. "Awesome! Anyone want breakfast? I'm starving."
"Um, it's five-thirty in the afternoon." Mort said. Elyse just looked puzzled so he decided to explain. "You woke up this morning, was going to leave, but then-"
"Oh yes, now I remember. How could I forget?" Elyse said blushing. "Ya'll want dinner then? I can cook!"
"Are you a good cook?" Mort interrogated, eyeing her playfully.
"You bet. I'm the next professional chef." She said acting pompous.
"Sure you can cook. What do you want to make?"
"Depends on what you have to work with." She says marching into the kitchen. After a few moments and a couple of slammed cabinets, Stephanie and Mort heard a loud sigh. They looked over and saw Elyse strolling into the living room with her hands on her hips.
"You have Mountain Dew, Doritos, butter, salt, and corn. I can't work with that." She slumped in to the couch between Mort and Stephanie. "Looks like we'll have to go out. My treat!"
"Your treat?" Stephanie asks, slightly shocked.
"Yes is that okay."
"Sure, are we taking your car?"
"Of course. Let's go." They gathered their stuff and left the cabin. Elyse unlocked her navy blue metallic 2004 Mazda RX-8. Stephanie climbed into the back seat and Mort in the front. She took off down the gravel road, getting to the main road in no time at all. Stephanie pulled out some Turkish Golds and offered them to everyone.
"Sure," Elyse said taking one of the cigarettes. "Come on Mort you know you want to."
"Okay," he said taking one from her friend.
Elyse was driving about 75 mph down the road, it's a miracle she didn't get pulled over, but it didn't take them long to get to town. Once in town they found a quaint little place. Those went in and asked for the smoking section and were seated right away. They glanced over the menus and ordered.
Mort ordered first. "I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and two cobs of corn."
Elyse ordered, "I'll have the grilled chicken Caesar salad with a side order of breadsticks."
Finally Stephanie ordered, "I'll have the chicken bacon wraps. And a side order of Cole Slaw."
They handed the waitress the menus and she left the table.
"So you meant to come back to the hotel last night?" Stephanie asked eyeing Elyse and Mort suspiciously.
"Yes I did mean to come back last night. But like I said we fell asleep on the couch talking, I swear. Mort can vouch for that." Elyse said, glancing to Mort.
"Yeah, she only wanted one cup of tea. Then it turned into about eight cups I think. We just fell asleep."
"And this morning?" Stephanie asked, a bit more persistent, but still playful.
"Well...this morning was wonderful." Elyse said glancing to Mort, than back to the table.
"It was?" Mort said, looking pleased. "Yes, it was. You see she was about to leave when she noticed her story on my coffee table. We sat back down and read over it and then edited it. Then we went upstairs and she helped me with my upcoming novel."
Elyse glanced at Mort and mouthed "Thank you."
The sudden change of topic was needed.
"So, you're writing a new novel. What's it about?" Stephanie asked, oblivious to the fact that the story he just gave her was a lie. But he was writing a new novel, that much was true.
"Well, it's about this guy, and he...oh you just have to read it later." He said.
"Okay." The waitress came over with their food and they ate, talking sparingly.
After this it would be back to Mort's place, not that either of them were complaining.
A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers. They help a lot. I'm glad everyone is enjoying it. Let me know what you think of this chapter.
She awoke to the smell of a new day. The smell that makes one feel alive and refreshed. Her mind began replaying the events of earlier. She couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. She rolled over hoping to find Mort lying next to her but instead found the bed empty other than herself.
"Maybe he's downstairs." She mumbled to herself. As she made her way to the stairs she heard voices and laughter. She peered over the balcony to find Mort and her friend Stephanie sitting on the worn couch conversing.
"Stephanie, what are you doing here?" Elyse asked coming down the stairs giving her a hug.
"Well, I called your cell when you still didn't come back to the hotel. Mort answered and said you were here and told me to come on over. And here I am."
Elyse sat on the armchair across the table. "Awesome! Anyone want breakfast? I'm starving."
"Um, it's five-thirty in the afternoon." Mort said. Elyse just looked puzzled so he decided to explain. "You woke up this morning, was going to leave, but then-"
"Oh yes, now I remember. How could I forget?" Elyse said blushing. "Ya'll want dinner then? I can cook!"
"Are you a good cook?" Mort interrogated, eyeing her playfully.
"You bet. I'm the next professional chef." She said acting pompous.
"Sure you can cook. What do you want to make?"
"Depends on what you have to work with." She says marching into the kitchen. After a few moments and a couple of slammed cabinets, Stephanie and Mort heard a loud sigh. They looked over and saw Elyse strolling into the living room with her hands on her hips.
"You have Mountain Dew, Doritos, butter, salt, and corn. I can't work with that." She slumped in to the couch between Mort and Stephanie. "Looks like we'll have to go out. My treat!"
"Your treat?" Stephanie asks, slightly shocked.
"Yes is that okay."
"Sure, are we taking your car?"
"Of course. Let's go." They gathered their stuff and left the cabin. Elyse unlocked her navy blue metallic 2004 Mazda RX-8. Stephanie climbed into the back seat and Mort in the front. She took off down the gravel road, getting to the main road in no time at all. Stephanie pulled out some Turkish Golds and offered them to everyone.
"Sure," Elyse said taking one of the cigarettes. "Come on Mort you know you want to."
"Okay," he said taking one from her friend.
Elyse was driving about 75 mph down the road, it's a miracle she didn't get pulled over, but it didn't take them long to get to town. Once in town they found a quaint little place. Those went in and asked for the smoking section and were seated right away. They glanced over the menus and ordered.
Mort ordered first. "I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and two cobs of corn."
Elyse ordered, "I'll have the grilled chicken Caesar salad with a side order of breadsticks."
Finally Stephanie ordered, "I'll have the chicken bacon wraps. And a side order of Cole Slaw."
They handed the waitress the menus and she left the table.
"So you meant to come back to the hotel last night?" Stephanie asked eyeing Elyse and Mort suspiciously.
"Yes I did mean to come back last night. But like I said we fell asleep on the couch talking, I swear. Mort can vouch for that." Elyse said, glancing to Mort.
"Yeah, she only wanted one cup of tea. Then it turned into about eight cups I think. We just fell asleep."
"And this morning?" Stephanie asked, a bit more persistent, but still playful.
"Well...this morning was wonderful." Elyse said glancing to Mort, than back to the table.
"It was?" Mort said, looking pleased. "Yes, it was. You see she was about to leave when she noticed her story on my coffee table. We sat back down and read over it and then edited it. Then we went upstairs and she helped me with my upcoming novel."
Elyse glanced at Mort and mouthed "Thank you."
The sudden change of topic was needed.
"So, you're writing a new novel. What's it about?" Stephanie asked, oblivious to the fact that the story he just gave her was a lie. But he was writing a new novel, that much was true.
"Well, it's about this guy, and he...oh you just have to read it later." He said.
"Okay." The waitress came over with their food and they ate, talking sparingly.
After this it would be back to Mort's place, not that either of them were complaining.
A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers. They help a lot. I'm glad everyone is enjoying it. Let me know what you think of this chapter.