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Elyse, Brandon, Stephanie, and Fernando spent the day shopping and sight seeing around Boston. Elyse just loved it up here. It was mid-fall and the leaves were turning vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges. She had an idea.
"Guys, you want to go apple picking?" She asked, getting really excited. "There is a hay ride, and hot apple cider."
"Where are we supposed to keep the apples?" Brandon asked, loving her this way. It had been a month since they broke up and he missed those little things about her. The way that she would be stubborn and not kiss him at times. The way that she always had a smile on her face even if she was breaking up on the inside.
"Well, we can keep them in the rental car. Please? You guys will have so much fun. I promise." She was giving them the puppy-dog eye treatment.
"Okay let's go." They all said, causing Elyse to jump up and down in excitement. "I drive this time." Fernando interjected.
They got in the car and drove through the country part of Massachusetts. Brandon turned to Elyse in the back seat and said, "Now I see why you love it up here. Everything is so peaceful, so quiet. We may have to move up here instead of living in Texas."
This caught her attention. "We? As in me and you?" Brandon shook his head yes. "Who said we were moving in together? I didn't because I think I would remember that one."
"Well, I figure if we can keep the relationship in good status then maybe you would want to move in together." He reached over and grabbed her hand. "I wasn't trying to scare you. Trust me I don't have our future etched out in my mind. I like to live life by the day."
"I know, it just caught me off guard that's all." She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips to reassure him that she wouldn't go running back to Mort. They arrived at the apple picking orchard a few moments later and all got out of the car.
They walked through the trees picking the reddest apples they could find. After about an hour of picking apples, they went to the barn area where you could get the apple cider. They each got a cup and made their way over to a picnic table. They all sat down and began conversing.
"You were right Elyse. This is a lot of fun. Is this what you used to do every weekend?" Stephanie asked taking sips of the cider.
"Well, not every weekend. But pretty close to it. Oh, and in the spring we went strawberry and blueberry picking. That is a lot of fun." She was visibly glad to be back in Boston.
It was about three 'o' clock in the afternoon when they decided to head back to the hotel and get ready for dinner. Elyse and Stephanie couldn't wait. This was what they both had wanted: their guys. The two people that they could count on for anything.
They arrived at the hotel and the girls proceeded into he bathroom to get dressed. They were busy doing their hair, Elyse going curly and Stephanie going straight. They did each others make-up so that they could look stunning.
Sure enough, thirty minutes later when they emerged from the bathroom, the guys were speechless. They headed to the hotel restaurant for dinner, each girl on the arms of her one and only.
However.......
What they didn't know is that were being followed. And this mystery stalker was waiting for them to make the right move. He saw them be seated and proceeded to the hostess stand.
"I need a table for one?" He said in his long southern drawl. The hostess couldn't help but notice the gorgeous features of this man. There was a certain something about him that didn't seem right, but she sat him anyways.
Lucky for him he was seated fairly close to the group. He took this opportunity to listen in to their conversation.
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"So, is everyone enjoying Boston?" Elyse asked taking a sip of her Pina Colada.
"Yeah, it has more historical things here than what we learn in history class." Stephanie was saying while drinking her Strawberry Daiquiri a little to fast. Elyse knew that Steph wanted to have fun tonight.
"Did you guys happen to get a hotel room too?" Stephanie asked nonchalantly.
"As a matter of fact we did. We decided that we all four don't need to be in the same room. Os we got a room that is right down the hall. That ways in the morning you can sneak back to your room for clothes." Fernando was saying looking towards Stephanie.
Stephanie just smiled back and proceeded to drink. Before long their meals were served and they ate in silence. The stalked thought this would be the opportune moment to introduce himself. He got up from his table and made his way over, standing next to Elyse. She looked up but couldn't make out the guy because of the wide-brimmed hat he wore on his head.
"Hello missy. My name is John Shooter." He said raising his head and revealing his face underneath. She gasped as she realized it was Mort.
"Mort is this some game? Why are you calling yourself a different name and why are you here?" Elyse whispered, trying not to pull attention from surrounding tables.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Stephanie told them all. "I'll be back in a minute." With that said Stephanie got up and left the table. No one noticed her walk up to the hostess stand and tell them that this 'John Shooter' was being a disturbance.
A few minutes later Shooter still hadn't had the chance to respond. The hotel security came and escorted him away. Then they approached Elyse and wanted to ask her a few questions.
"Ma'am, do you know this man?" the officer asked.
"Yes, I met him a few days ago. I met him as Mort Rainey but tonight he called himself John Shooter. I don't think he's taking the break-up well." She was worried about him, but she wouldn't loose sleep over it. Well, if she was even going to sleep in the first place.
"Break up? Were the two of going out?" he was scribbling notes on his pad of paper.
"Well, we met and hung out but I wouldn't say we were going out. I mean we slept together twice but that was it."
"Thank you ma'am. That's all I needed to know." With that the officer left, Mort or John in the back seat of his car.
Elyse walked back to the table and sat down. Brandon put his arm around her shoulders and asked, "Is everything going to be okay?"
"I think so. They might keep him overnight and they may be able to charge him for stalking. Oh well, let's finish eating." And that's exactly what they did. A couple hours later, at about ten 'o' clock, they decided to head back to the hotel rooms. Fernando and Stephanie were going to take the room that he and Brandon rented.
That left Elyse and Brandon in her room. She wasn't complaining. They walked in, and she excused herself to the bathroom for a minute. She came back out wearing her flannel plaid pajama pants and a white spaghetti strap top. She threw her hair into a pony tail as she was walking out.
Brandon took one good look at her and said, "What's the clothes for?"
"You know, for sleeping in." She replied in a smart-ass tone.
"Who said anything about sleeping?" Brandon said, coming close to her. She wanted this more than anything in the world. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. He then picked her up and laid her gently down on the nearest bed. Neither one had any idea what the night had in store for them.
A/N: Hey everyone! I want to say thank you to all my reviewers! They help me so much. I know most of you don't like what I did last chapter making her go back to her ex, but I hope you like this chapter and the ones to come.
Elyse, Brandon, Stephanie, and Fernando spent the day shopping and sight seeing around Boston. Elyse just loved it up here. It was mid-fall and the leaves were turning vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges. She had an idea.
"Guys, you want to go apple picking?" She asked, getting really excited. "There is a hay ride, and hot apple cider."
"Where are we supposed to keep the apples?" Brandon asked, loving her this way. It had been a month since they broke up and he missed those little things about her. The way that she would be stubborn and not kiss him at times. The way that she always had a smile on her face even if she was breaking up on the inside.
"Well, we can keep them in the rental car. Please? You guys will have so much fun. I promise." She was giving them the puppy-dog eye treatment.
"Okay let's go." They all said, causing Elyse to jump up and down in excitement. "I drive this time." Fernando interjected.
They got in the car and drove through the country part of Massachusetts. Brandon turned to Elyse in the back seat and said, "Now I see why you love it up here. Everything is so peaceful, so quiet. We may have to move up here instead of living in Texas."
This caught her attention. "We? As in me and you?" Brandon shook his head yes. "Who said we were moving in together? I didn't because I think I would remember that one."
"Well, I figure if we can keep the relationship in good status then maybe you would want to move in together." He reached over and grabbed her hand. "I wasn't trying to scare you. Trust me I don't have our future etched out in my mind. I like to live life by the day."
"I know, it just caught me off guard that's all." She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips to reassure him that she wouldn't go running back to Mort. They arrived at the apple picking orchard a few moments later and all got out of the car.
They walked through the trees picking the reddest apples they could find. After about an hour of picking apples, they went to the barn area where you could get the apple cider. They each got a cup and made their way over to a picnic table. They all sat down and began conversing.
"You were right Elyse. This is a lot of fun. Is this what you used to do every weekend?" Stephanie asked taking sips of the cider.
"Well, not every weekend. But pretty close to it. Oh, and in the spring we went strawberry and blueberry picking. That is a lot of fun." She was visibly glad to be back in Boston.
It was about three 'o' clock in the afternoon when they decided to head back to the hotel and get ready for dinner. Elyse and Stephanie couldn't wait. This was what they both had wanted: their guys. The two people that they could count on for anything.
They arrived at the hotel and the girls proceeded into he bathroom to get dressed. They were busy doing their hair, Elyse going curly and Stephanie going straight. They did each others make-up so that they could look stunning.
Sure enough, thirty minutes later when they emerged from the bathroom, the guys were speechless. They headed to the hotel restaurant for dinner, each girl on the arms of her one and only.
However.......
What they didn't know is that were being followed. And this mystery stalker was waiting for them to make the right move. He saw them be seated and proceeded to the hostess stand.
"I need a table for one?" He said in his long southern drawl. The hostess couldn't help but notice the gorgeous features of this man. There was a certain something about him that didn't seem right, but she sat him anyways.
Lucky for him he was seated fairly close to the group. He took this opportunity to listen in to their conversation.
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"So, is everyone enjoying Boston?" Elyse asked taking a sip of her Pina Colada.
"Yeah, it has more historical things here than what we learn in history class." Stephanie was saying while drinking her Strawberry Daiquiri a little to fast. Elyse knew that Steph wanted to have fun tonight.
"Did you guys happen to get a hotel room too?" Stephanie asked nonchalantly.
"As a matter of fact we did. We decided that we all four don't need to be in the same room. Os we got a room that is right down the hall. That ways in the morning you can sneak back to your room for clothes." Fernando was saying looking towards Stephanie.
Stephanie just smiled back and proceeded to drink. Before long their meals were served and they ate in silence. The stalked thought this would be the opportune moment to introduce himself. He got up from his table and made his way over, standing next to Elyse. She looked up but couldn't make out the guy because of the wide-brimmed hat he wore on his head.
"Hello missy. My name is John Shooter." He said raising his head and revealing his face underneath. She gasped as she realized it was Mort.
"Mort is this some game? Why are you calling yourself a different name and why are you here?" Elyse whispered, trying not to pull attention from surrounding tables.
"I'm going to the bathroom," Stephanie told them all. "I'll be back in a minute." With that said Stephanie got up and left the table. No one noticed her walk up to the hostess stand and tell them that this 'John Shooter' was being a disturbance.
A few minutes later Shooter still hadn't had the chance to respond. The hotel security came and escorted him away. Then they approached Elyse and wanted to ask her a few questions.
"Ma'am, do you know this man?" the officer asked.
"Yes, I met him a few days ago. I met him as Mort Rainey but tonight he called himself John Shooter. I don't think he's taking the break-up well." She was worried about him, but she wouldn't loose sleep over it. Well, if she was even going to sleep in the first place.
"Break up? Were the two of going out?" he was scribbling notes on his pad of paper.
"Well, we met and hung out but I wouldn't say we were going out. I mean we slept together twice but that was it."
"Thank you ma'am. That's all I needed to know." With that the officer left, Mort or John in the back seat of his car.
Elyse walked back to the table and sat down. Brandon put his arm around her shoulders and asked, "Is everything going to be okay?"
"I think so. They might keep him overnight and they may be able to charge him for stalking. Oh well, let's finish eating." And that's exactly what they did. A couple hours later, at about ten 'o' clock, they decided to head back to the hotel rooms. Fernando and Stephanie were going to take the room that he and Brandon rented.
That left Elyse and Brandon in her room. She wasn't complaining. They walked in, and she excused herself to the bathroom for a minute. She came back out wearing her flannel plaid pajama pants and a white spaghetti strap top. She threw her hair into a pony tail as she was walking out.
Brandon took one good look at her and said, "What's the clothes for?"
"You know, for sleeping in." She replied in a smart-ass tone.
"Who said anything about sleeping?" Brandon said, coming close to her. She wanted this more than anything in the world. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. He then picked her up and laid her gently down on the nearest bed. Neither one had any idea what the night had in store for them.
A/N: Hey everyone! I want to say thank you to all my reviewers! They help me so much. I know most of you don't like what I did last chapter making her go back to her ex, but I hope you like this chapter and the ones to come.