A/N: Hello all. Just so you know, for this chapter everything in bold is Lucy's inner voice, and everything in italics are Lucy's thoughts.
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Well, I suppose it would be quite interesting to find out exactly what happened during the little bed riding tournament, but it would be kind of pointless. Why bother with useless information. No, all you really need to know, is it has been twenty minutes since the match and Lucy is sitting on her bed with a not so pretty pout on her face. So, put two and two together and you'll have the results.
Yes, Lucy loss, for the second time that day. First the battle of music, now the battle of ...........vibrating beds. In short, she was beginning to regret her decision to take on the roll of Mort Rainey's personal driver.
Speaking of which, what on earth were you thinking when you came to that decision?! Really, I thought I taught you better than that.
I couldn't help it, I was in a good mood.
Which is another thing I don't understand and I share the same mind as you. You won five dollars on a lottery ticket that you spent two dollars to buy! What could possibly be so thrilling about that?
I'm not use to winning, okay.
Still, this man could be an axe murderer, killer rapist, raving loon for all you know!
I know that! But there was something about the look on his face that was just screaming for help. And besides, he has a daughter to see and I couldn't refuse help for that!
You didn't even know he had a daughter until six hours ago! All you knew was he was trying to steal your car! 'Hmmm, this man I don't know is trying to steal my car, I think I'll give him a lift to Virginia because I just won five dollars, which actually turns out to be three if you want to be technical, and I feel like a great big ball of fucking sunshine!' yeah, you're a real genius sweetheart.
Hey, aren't you suppose to be on my side?
Not when you're being this stupid.
Well he hasn't killed me yet has he?
You're hopeless, you know that.
Bite me.
Lucy was ready to go on in this little debate between her and her inner voice, but Mort decided he was done with his long, hot shower and came out of the bathroom, with a wall of steam following him, almost as if it was taunting Lucy. Lucy looked at him with a look of total hatred that he returned with a very smug smile.
"All yours."
"You suck." Lucy told him, with venom dripping in her voice. She decided to go in now before she tackled him and physically removed that smile off his face. Lucy got in the bathroom and shut and locked the door.
Hmmmm.
What now?
He doesn't look half bad when he's all wet like that.
My god woman.
Trying her best to ignore her voice for the time being, she started undressing and set her cloths in a pile on the sink. She turned the water on in hopes it would warm up some. While she was waiting she took a long look in the mirror and studied her reflexion, and she barely recognized the person staring back at her. Yes, she might put on this chipper, happy go lucky, the world is a beautiful place facade around people, but in all truth, she was anything but.
In all actuality, Lucy was a lot more messed up than anyone could ever guess. The breakup with her former boyfriend really screwed with her head. It wasn't just your everyday relationship, no, it was the real deal. They had been high school sweethearts and had been dating for seven years, and Tyler had finally popped the question on their seventh anniversary. Now Lucy had never been the type who really wanted a wedding. Well, it wasn't that she didn't want one, she just didn't need one. All she wanted was to spend the rest of her life with the guy of her dreams, but when he proposed, she couldn't say no. She had never been more happier. Her life was perfect as far as she was concerned......... but then she found him fooling around with her sister. As if that wasn't bad enough, when she confronted him about it, he somehow twisted everything around and ended up blaming it on her for never being there for him, and just not being the same girl he used to love.
That was five months ago. Shortly after that, her mother lost her battle with breast cancer. Her mother was her best friend and it just killed her when it happened. Then a few weeks later her father had cut off all ties with her because he said that she just reminded him too much of his late wife, and it hurt too much to be around her. So all in all, it had been a rotten couple of months. That's when she moved out to a small town in New York, for she was originally from New Jersey. The second night in her new apartment, she had gotten a little bit to drunk, and gotten a little bit carried away with a razor blade.
At this thought, she took off the strings and strings of beads she wore around her right wrists that came to about her mid forearm. Half of her arm was covered in scares. Some long, some short, some dark and some light, depending on how deep she had cut. She had never meant to mutilate herself like that, but she was drunk off her ass and just wanted something to take away the pain. Unfortunately, after all was said and done, all she had to show for it was an arm covered in slashes and the thought that she almost killed herself. The pain was still there, and she was starting to think it would never go away.
Lucy tore her eyes away from her arm and shook her head violently, trying to clear her head. She then stepped into the shower and just as she had expected, it was cold.
A/N: Whoa! We went from having a good time to the queen of doom. Pity. Anyways.........I know it's a little short, but I just wanted a chapter that kinda explains Lucy a little more and why she's the way she is, and why she decided to help Mort. In case you didn't catch it, it's because she's so lonely and just wants some kind of human contact. Now, on a brighter note....I still don't know what to do with the whole casual sex thing. Cuz it seems like it could work, but a review I got pointed out to me that Mort and Lucy do seem more like the brother/sister type pair. I don't know, I've got time to think about it I suppose. But if you have any ideas, don't hesitate to send them in. Ta.
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Well, I suppose it would be quite interesting to find out exactly what happened during the little bed riding tournament, but it would be kind of pointless. Why bother with useless information. No, all you really need to know, is it has been twenty minutes since the match and Lucy is sitting on her bed with a not so pretty pout on her face. So, put two and two together and you'll have the results.
Yes, Lucy loss, for the second time that day. First the battle of music, now the battle of ...........vibrating beds. In short, she was beginning to regret her decision to take on the roll of Mort Rainey's personal driver.
Speaking of which, what on earth were you thinking when you came to that decision?! Really, I thought I taught you better than that.
I couldn't help it, I was in a good mood.
Which is another thing I don't understand and I share the same mind as you. You won five dollars on a lottery ticket that you spent two dollars to buy! What could possibly be so thrilling about that?
I'm not use to winning, okay.
Still, this man could be an axe murderer, killer rapist, raving loon for all you know!
I know that! But there was something about the look on his face that was just screaming for help. And besides, he has a daughter to see and I couldn't refuse help for that!
You didn't even know he had a daughter until six hours ago! All you knew was he was trying to steal your car! 'Hmmm, this man I don't know is trying to steal my car, I think I'll give him a lift to Virginia because I just won five dollars, which actually turns out to be three if you want to be technical, and I feel like a great big ball of fucking sunshine!' yeah, you're a real genius sweetheart.
Hey, aren't you suppose to be on my side?
Not when you're being this stupid.
Well he hasn't killed me yet has he?
You're hopeless, you know that.
Bite me.
Lucy was ready to go on in this little debate between her and her inner voice, but Mort decided he was done with his long, hot shower and came out of the bathroom, with a wall of steam following him, almost as if it was taunting Lucy. Lucy looked at him with a look of total hatred that he returned with a very smug smile.
"All yours."
"You suck." Lucy told him, with venom dripping in her voice. She decided to go in now before she tackled him and physically removed that smile off his face. Lucy got in the bathroom and shut and locked the door.
Hmmmm.
What now?
He doesn't look half bad when he's all wet like that.
My god woman.
Trying her best to ignore her voice for the time being, she started undressing and set her cloths in a pile on the sink. She turned the water on in hopes it would warm up some. While she was waiting she took a long look in the mirror and studied her reflexion, and she barely recognized the person staring back at her. Yes, she might put on this chipper, happy go lucky, the world is a beautiful place facade around people, but in all truth, she was anything but.
In all actuality, Lucy was a lot more messed up than anyone could ever guess. The breakup with her former boyfriend really screwed with her head. It wasn't just your everyday relationship, no, it was the real deal. They had been high school sweethearts and had been dating for seven years, and Tyler had finally popped the question on their seventh anniversary. Now Lucy had never been the type who really wanted a wedding. Well, it wasn't that she didn't want one, she just didn't need one. All she wanted was to spend the rest of her life with the guy of her dreams, but when he proposed, she couldn't say no. She had never been more happier. Her life was perfect as far as she was concerned......... but then she found him fooling around with her sister. As if that wasn't bad enough, when she confronted him about it, he somehow twisted everything around and ended up blaming it on her for never being there for him, and just not being the same girl he used to love.
That was five months ago. Shortly after that, her mother lost her battle with breast cancer. Her mother was her best friend and it just killed her when it happened. Then a few weeks later her father had cut off all ties with her because he said that she just reminded him too much of his late wife, and it hurt too much to be around her. So all in all, it had been a rotten couple of months. That's when she moved out to a small town in New York, for she was originally from New Jersey. The second night in her new apartment, she had gotten a little bit to drunk, and gotten a little bit carried away with a razor blade.
At this thought, she took off the strings and strings of beads she wore around her right wrists that came to about her mid forearm. Half of her arm was covered in scares. Some long, some short, some dark and some light, depending on how deep she had cut. She had never meant to mutilate herself like that, but she was drunk off her ass and just wanted something to take away the pain. Unfortunately, after all was said and done, all she had to show for it was an arm covered in slashes and the thought that she almost killed herself. The pain was still there, and she was starting to think it would never go away.
Lucy tore her eyes away from her arm and shook her head violently, trying to clear her head. She then stepped into the shower and just as she had expected, it was cold.
A/N: Whoa! We went from having a good time to the queen of doom. Pity. Anyways.........I know it's a little short, but I just wanted a chapter that kinda explains Lucy a little more and why she's the way she is, and why she decided to help Mort. In case you didn't catch it, it's because she's so lonely and just wants some kind of human contact. Now, on a brighter note....I still don't know what to do with the whole casual sex thing. Cuz it seems like it could work, but a review I got pointed out to me that Mort and Lucy do seem more like the brother/sister type pair. I don't know, I've got time to think about it I suppose. But if you have any ideas, don't hesitate to send them in. Ta.