A/N: Just a quick thanks to all of my reviewers, you guys rock!
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The two had been on the road for about ten minutes now, and oddly enough were sitting in a comfortable silence. Mort took this time as an opportunity to really look at this girl. He turned his head slightly, so as not to freak her out by staring.
She appeared to be in her early - middle twenties, about twenty five or so was his guess. She had dark brown hair that seemed would probably come to just below her shoulder blades piled messily on top of her head with a few random strands falling in her face. From his view, she looked to have dark brown eyes, but he wasn't able to tell if they were dark brown or black. She was wearing a long baby pink skirt that she had pulled up to her knees for better leg mobility to drive the car, a white tank top that, he had to admit, fit her quite nicely, and to top off the outfit, a pair of white flip flops. All in all, he definitely liked what he was seeing.
Smitten already are we?
No!
Could have fooled me.
I was just curious, from a writer's stand point.
Oh, of course.
"So where are we headed?" her voice brought Mort out of the inner battle with himself.
"Oh, um, Virginia." he replied, trying to regain himself.
"Virginia?! Well, that's certainly out of town." she said, a little shocked by this new bit of information.
"Yeah, I guess it is. That's umm...not a problem, is it?" Mort asked timidly, scared she was going to kick him out of the truck.
"Ummm....no, no. Just a little.....farther than I had expected. But that's okay, no worries. We're just gonna have to make a quick little detour."
"Ok." he said with audioable relief in his voice.
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Another five minutes past and now they were in front of an apartment building that looked like it had been standing there for ages. Lucy parked the car and got out, but then hopped back in again when she notice for the second time that day, that Mort didn't appear to be making any attempts to move.
"Are you coming?" she asked him.
"Why?" he asked nervously.
"Well, if we're going to Virginia, that means we're going to be on the road for a couple of days, so I was gonna grab a few change of cloths and I thought you might want something to drink or something. So, are you coming up." she reasoned with him.
You have a beautiful girl asking you up to her apartment, and yet you look like a deer caught in head lights. You're a very odd man Mort Rainey. The girl is offering you something, now be a good little boy and accept.
"Ok."
"Alright, follow me."
And he did. Up four flights of stairs, down the hall, to the left, and down six doors to be exact.
"Sorry about the long walk." Lucy apologized as she was opening the door. "Well, welcome. Sorry about the mess. I don't usually get company so I don't clean to impress much. But if you just stay to the right side of the room you'll see there's a clean path to follow." she explained, going towards the kitchen area and putting her bag of groceries away. "I'm just gonna go pack a few things, should only take me a couple of minutes. There's soda in the frig and snacks in the cabinet, so make yourself at home." and with that, she disappeared into the bedroom.
Mort took note that besides from the mess, it was a pretty nice looking place, much better inside than outside. He pushed some cloths aside on the couch and blushed when he found that it was a pile of undergarments. Quickly discarding them he took a seat. He took another glance around the place and noticed that the entire place was bare of any pictures, except for a pile of pictures scattered on the coffee table with parts cut out. Curiosity getting the better of him, he picked up a few and studied them. They all seemed to be of her and some guy, the same guy in all of them he assumed but it was hard to tell because in every single one, said guy's head was cut out.
Ex boyfriend maybe?
"Hey Mort!" Lucky suddenly yelled from the bedroom. "Could you come here for a minute please."
Putting the pictures back on the table, Mort got up and followed the clear trail to the bedroom that Lucy had pointed out earlier. He got there to find she was rummaging through the closet.
"Yeah?"
"Here, try these on." she said, handing him a pile of cloths.
"Why?"
"Well, you're gonna need some cloths too buddy." she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
His mouth formed an 'o' shape, realizing it probably was the most obvious thing. Quickly trying on the cloths, he gave them back to her, letting her know that they fit, and then watched her throw them in the duffle back she was packing.
"They were my ex's, but he won't be needing them anymore." she told him, sounding unusually chipper to him, but he decided to just ignore it. "Lets see, that's cloths, money.." she mumbled to herself, making a mental check list. "Alright, well that should do it. Are you ready to go?" she asked looking up at him.
"Ready Freddy." he replied, then immediately kicked himself in the ass.
Now where did that come from.
I have no idea.
Mort shifted his eyes from her, afraid she was going to think him a complete nutcase now.
"That's the spirit!" she said with another big smile. This time Mort returned it, really starting to like this girl's 'happy go lucky' attitude.
The two ventured back out into the living room and were almost at the door, when the phone suddenly rang. They both turned their heads to it and gawked at it, as if they had never heard a phone ring in their lives. It was Lucy who finally spoke up on the third ring.
"Just ignore it, I'm sure it's nobody important." she said, and continued to the front door, with Mort right behind her.
They had just reached the door and opened it when the answer machine kicked on. Once again, the pair stopped and listened to see who it was.
"Hi honey, it's mommy. Are you home, I sure hope you are because this is very, VERY important." rang a very high, antsy kind of voice.
Lucy dropped her head and let out a strangled grown. Apparently, she wasn't in the mood to talk to her mother. She then raised her head to look at Mort and sighed.
"This will only take a minute I swear." she said walking towards the phone and picking up the receiver. "Hi mom." she answered with false happiness. Luckily, her mother couldn't tell the difference. "Yeah, it's nice to talk to you too.........mmmhmm, so what's so important that you had to tell me..............mmhhhmmm............mmhmmm............mmmhhhmmmm" she made a gesture as if she were strangling to phone, which got a chuckle out of Mort. " mmmhmmmm, yeah, " here she sighed again. "No mom, I don't think the ducks were undressing you with their eyes." it took everything Mort had to keep quite at that one. "Because mom, I don't think ducks are the type to go for inter-specie relationships...........no I don't think you need to file for a restraining order..........right, listen mom, I really gotta get going. I'm gonna be out of town for a few days but I'll call you when I get home ok? Ok......love you too, bye." she finally hung up and stood up again.
"Sorry about that, my moms' a little......." she made another hand gesture to show Mort that her mom wasn't playing with a full deck of cards.
"No problem." he said, with a small smile.
"Well then, shall we?"
"Yup."
And with that, they were finally back on the road.
A/N: Don't ask where the whole duck thing came from, just sounded amusing to me. Review and tell me what you think, and of course, if you have any ideas or suggestions, don't hesitate to send them in.
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The two had been on the road for about ten minutes now, and oddly enough were sitting in a comfortable silence. Mort took this time as an opportunity to really look at this girl. He turned his head slightly, so as not to freak her out by staring.
She appeared to be in her early - middle twenties, about twenty five or so was his guess. She had dark brown hair that seemed would probably come to just below her shoulder blades piled messily on top of her head with a few random strands falling in her face. From his view, she looked to have dark brown eyes, but he wasn't able to tell if they were dark brown or black. She was wearing a long baby pink skirt that she had pulled up to her knees for better leg mobility to drive the car, a white tank top that, he had to admit, fit her quite nicely, and to top off the outfit, a pair of white flip flops. All in all, he definitely liked what he was seeing.
Smitten already are we?
No!
Could have fooled me.
I was just curious, from a writer's stand point.
Oh, of course.
"So where are we headed?" her voice brought Mort out of the inner battle with himself.
"Oh, um, Virginia." he replied, trying to regain himself.
"Virginia?! Well, that's certainly out of town." she said, a little shocked by this new bit of information.
"Yeah, I guess it is. That's umm...not a problem, is it?" Mort asked timidly, scared she was going to kick him out of the truck.
"Ummm....no, no. Just a little.....farther than I had expected. But that's okay, no worries. We're just gonna have to make a quick little detour."
"Ok." he said with audioable relief in his voice.
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Another five minutes past and now they were in front of an apartment building that looked like it had been standing there for ages. Lucy parked the car and got out, but then hopped back in again when she notice for the second time that day, that Mort didn't appear to be making any attempts to move.
"Are you coming?" she asked him.
"Why?" he asked nervously.
"Well, if we're going to Virginia, that means we're going to be on the road for a couple of days, so I was gonna grab a few change of cloths and I thought you might want something to drink or something. So, are you coming up." she reasoned with him.
You have a beautiful girl asking you up to her apartment, and yet you look like a deer caught in head lights. You're a very odd man Mort Rainey. The girl is offering you something, now be a good little boy and accept.
"Ok."
"Alright, follow me."
And he did. Up four flights of stairs, down the hall, to the left, and down six doors to be exact.
"Sorry about the long walk." Lucy apologized as she was opening the door. "Well, welcome. Sorry about the mess. I don't usually get company so I don't clean to impress much. But if you just stay to the right side of the room you'll see there's a clean path to follow." she explained, going towards the kitchen area and putting her bag of groceries away. "I'm just gonna go pack a few things, should only take me a couple of minutes. There's soda in the frig and snacks in the cabinet, so make yourself at home." and with that, she disappeared into the bedroom.
Mort took note that besides from the mess, it was a pretty nice looking place, much better inside than outside. He pushed some cloths aside on the couch and blushed when he found that it was a pile of undergarments. Quickly discarding them he took a seat. He took another glance around the place and noticed that the entire place was bare of any pictures, except for a pile of pictures scattered on the coffee table with parts cut out. Curiosity getting the better of him, he picked up a few and studied them. They all seemed to be of her and some guy, the same guy in all of them he assumed but it was hard to tell because in every single one, said guy's head was cut out.
Ex boyfriend maybe?
"Hey Mort!" Lucky suddenly yelled from the bedroom. "Could you come here for a minute please."
Putting the pictures back on the table, Mort got up and followed the clear trail to the bedroom that Lucy had pointed out earlier. He got there to find she was rummaging through the closet.
"Yeah?"
"Here, try these on." she said, handing him a pile of cloths.
"Why?"
"Well, you're gonna need some cloths too buddy." she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
His mouth formed an 'o' shape, realizing it probably was the most obvious thing. Quickly trying on the cloths, he gave them back to her, letting her know that they fit, and then watched her throw them in the duffle back she was packing.
"They were my ex's, but he won't be needing them anymore." she told him, sounding unusually chipper to him, but he decided to just ignore it. "Lets see, that's cloths, money.." she mumbled to herself, making a mental check list. "Alright, well that should do it. Are you ready to go?" she asked looking up at him.
"Ready Freddy." he replied, then immediately kicked himself in the ass.
Now where did that come from.
I have no idea.
Mort shifted his eyes from her, afraid she was going to think him a complete nutcase now.
"That's the spirit!" she said with another big smile. This time Mort returned it, really starting to like this girl's 'happy go lucky' attitude.
The two ventured back out into the living room and were almost at the door, when the phone suddenly rang. They both turned their heads to it and gawked at it, as if they had never heard a phone ring in their lives. It was Lucy who finally spoke up on the third ring.
"Just ignore it, I'm sure it's nobody important." she said, and continued to the front door, with Mort right behind her.
They had just reached the door and opened it when the answer machine kicked on. Once again, the pair stopped and listened to see who it was.
"Hi honey, it's mommy. Are you home, I sure hope you are because this is very, VERY important." rang a very high, antsy kind of voice.
Lucy dropped her head and let out a strangled grown. Apparently, she wasn't in the mood to talk to her mother. She then raised her head to look at Mort and sighed.
"This will only take a minute I swear." she said walking towards the phone and picking up the receiver. "Hi mom." she answered with false happiness. Luckily, her mother couldn't tell the difference. "Yeah, it's nice to talk to you too.........mmmhmm, so what's so important that you had to tell me..............mmhhhmmm............mmhmmm............mmmhhhmmmm" she made a gesture as if she were strangling to phone, which got a chuckle out of Mort. " mmmhmmmm, yeah, " here she sighed again. "No mom, I don't think the ducks were undressing you with their eyes." it took everything Mort had to keep quite at that one. "Because mom, I don't think ducks are the type to go for inter-specie relationships...........no I don't think you need to file for a restraining order..........right, listen mom, I really gotta get going. I'm gonna be out of town for a few days but I'll call you when I get home ok? Ok......love you too, bye." she finally hung up and stood up again.
"Sorry about that, my moms' a little......." she made another hand gesture to show Mort that her mom wasn't playing with a full deck of cards.
"No problem." he said, with a small smile.
"Well then, shall we?"
"Yup."
And with that, they were finally back on the road.
A/N: Don't ask where the whole duck thing came from, just sounded amusing to me. Review and tell me what you think, and of course, if you have any ideas or suggestions, don't hesitate to send them in.