xX... ok, I realize that there were a lot of typos in the last chapter. I
know that Normandy is not a city but a region among the other many typos.
Well, thank to everyone who has reviewed so far. Let's keep it going. ...xX
Summer Hathaway happily walked the streets of New York. The urban paradise was her favorite city in the world. She loved everything about it. She pulled her warm jacket closer to her as she walked down 5th Avenue. "Boy is it cold" Summer thought to herself as she hurried quickly passed a homeless man. At the next block she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked behind her. She slowly turned around and began walking where she came from. She stopped at the homeless man and took out her purse.
"Hold on, one sec," Summer laughed, studying the man.
The man seemed lifeless; his head was hidden by his hands. He wasn't shaven and his clothes looked as though they were once very fashionable. Summer looked at him just double checking. The man grunted, but the grunt did not sound 'manly' per say, more of a gruntish squeak. Summer made up her man. She took out a dollar,
Here ya go, Billy," she smiled and held out the dollar. The man looked up in utter disbelief.
"Summer Jane Hathaway?" The man said looking up, his voice gruff and filled with hurt.
"Billy Gurdwin, I never thought, I thought you were on Broadway."
Billy got up and brushed some of the hair out of his eyes,
"WAS, WAS on Broadway."
"Oh no, what happened? C'mon let's walk," Summer helped Billy up.
"Hey, that's show biz," Billy said, saying nothing on the subject.
"You look famished, lemme buy you a hotdog," Summer paid the hot-dog salesman and handed over a hotdog and a bag of chips to Billy, who devoured them.
"I don't go by Billy, it's Bill," Bill(y) said, matter-of-factly as he munched on the bag of chips.
"Sorry," Summer whispered as they walked.
They walked in silence for some time until they got to where Central Park was no more,
"Listen Billy, sorry, Bill, are you still?" She trailed off...
"I'm not sure what I am," Bill sighed.
"You need a shower and a shave, come to my hotel tonight," Summer wrote down the name of the hotel and the room number, "Night Bill," Summer smiled at him.
Bill watched her leave; finally, a small- crooked smile broke across his face...
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"What?" A grumpy (and quite large) Marta Hale said, opening the house door. She was glaring, but soon it turned into a big smile, "God, I'm so sorry roadrunner, I think it's coming soon," Marta smiled. What a sight for sore eyes. Gordon was holding a bouquet of daisies as he leaned on the frame of the door, "What are doing here, though?" Marta asked.
"I was...uh... in the neighborhood?" Gordon quizzically asked himself as he responded.
"Gordo, you live in LA, this is San Francisco," Marta laughed.
Gordon turned bright red, if that's possible taking into account Gordon's complexion. He hastily shoved the flowers in Marta's direction. Marta caught them as they began to fall towards the ground.
"C'mon in," Marta beckoned Gordon in. The house was a mess, "My parents are out of town, so I haven't cleaned up much yet," she laughed as she saw Gordon's face.
"Marta, I just wanted to know where you're going to college." Gordon asked, stiffly.
"I'm not sure, I haven't heard backâoh god, Gordon, help!" Marta screamed as she fell to the floor and began panting...
xX... sorry for the supreme-o short chapter. I didn't have much time and just wrote really quickly! Uh, more to come, I think, ...xX
Summer Hathaway happily walked the streets of New York. The urban paradise was her favorite city in the world. She loved everything about it. She pulled her warm jacket closer to her as she walked down 5th Avenue. "Boy is it cold" Summer thought to herself as she hurried quickly passed a homeless man. At the next block she stopped dead in her tracks. She looked behind her. She slowly turned around and began walking where she came from. She stopped at the homeless man and took out her purse.
"Hold on, one sec," Summer laughed, studying the man.
The man seemed lifeless; his head was hidden by his hands. He wasn't shaven and his clothes looked as though they were once very fashionable. Summer looked at him just double checking. The man grunted, but the grunt did not sound 'manly' per say, more of a gruntish squeak. Summer made up her man. She took out a dollar,
Here ya go, Billy," she smiled and held out the dollar. The man looked up in utter disbelief.
"Summer Jane Hathaway?" The man said looking up, his voice gruff and filled with hurt.
"Billy Gurdwin, I never thought, I thought you were on Broadway."
Billy got up and brushed some of the hair out of his eyes,
"WAS, WAS on Broadway."
"Oh no, what happened? C'mon let's walk," Summer helped Billy up.
"Hey, that's show biz," Billy said, saying nothing on the subject.
"You look famished, lemme buy you a hotdog," Summer paid the hot-dog salesman and handed over a hotdog and a bag of chips to Billy, who devoured them.
"I don't go by Billy, it's Bill," Bill(y) said, matter-of-factly as he munched on the bag of chips.
"Sorry," Summer whispered as they walked.
They walked in silence for some time until they got to where Central Park was no more,
"Listen Billy, sorry, Bill, are you still?" She trailed off...
"I'm not sure what I am," Bill sighed.
"You need a shower and a shave, come to my hotel tonight," Summer wrote down the name of the hotel and the room number, "Night Bill," Summer smiled at him.
Bill watched her leave; finally, a small- crooked smile broke across his face...
..........................................................................
"What?" A grumpy (and quite large) Marta Hale said, opening the house door. She was glaring, but soon it turned into a big smile, "God, I'm so sorry roadrunner, I think it's coming soon," Marta smiled. What a sight for sore eyes. Gordon was holding a bouquet of daisies as he leaned on the frame of the door, "What are doing here, though?" Marta asked.
"I was...uh... in the neighborhood?" Gordon quizzically asked himself as he responded.
"Gordo, you live in LA, this is San Francisco," Marta laughed.
Gordon turned bright red, if that's possible taking into account Gordon's complexion. He hastily shoved the flowers in Marta's direction. Marta caught them as they began to fall towards the ground.
"C'mon in," Marta beckoned Gordon in. The house was a mess, "My parents are out of town, so I haven't cleaned up much yet," she laughed as she saw Gordon's face.
"Marta, I just wanted to know where you're going to college." Gordon asked, stiffly.
"I'm not sure, I haven't heard backâoh god, Gordon, help!" Marta screamed as she fell to the floor and began panting...
xX... sorry for the supreme-o short chapter. I didn't have much time and just wrote really quickly! Uh, more to come, I think, ...xX