Maybe Tomorrow
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Hehehe! Thanks to every single one of you who have reviewed for the past two chapters. It really does help when y'all review because I can take your suggestions and what you want to happen into account when I write the next chapter!
I started this chapter, calling it New Working Assignments, but one thing lead to another as I began to write and I just found the idea for this title and chapter to be really cute, so I decided to add this chapter in as a little comic relief, although there isn't much to be relieved from (yet). Anyways, I hope you enjoy and find it as funny as I did when I started writing it.
So, without further ado, chapter three!!!!!!!!
Chapter three, chapter three
I've climbed up this tree
And now I'm very stuck
Oh, WTF…
Might as well go ahead and start.
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Needless to say, the next morning when Martin heard the annoying buzz of a distant alarm clock ringing its head off, he was VERY tired and grumpy. It seemed like he had only finally gotten to sleep when the alarm starting ringing. Of course he had tried to sleep for a few hours after Jack had left, but with Samantha curled up next to him with her back against his chest and her hair in his face, he hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Around five in the morning he had given up trying to sleep and just buried his face into her hair. After a while, Martin had finally dozed off while breathing in the wonderful, and intoxicating, scent of Sam's shampoo.
Martin groaned and reluctantly reached over the turn off the alarm clock. As he hit the off button, his hand grazed across a piece of plain, white paper. He sat up in the bed, which he realized he was the sole occupant of, and pulled the note from where it was taped to the alarm. Martin read it silently to himself.
Marty-
Went for a run, didn't want to wake up. Set the alarm; hope you don't mind (much). Coffee ready in the kitchen.
-Sam
Martin yawned and stretched quickly before getting out of the bed and getting ready for work. Martin smiled to himself when he saw his shirt sitting on the kitchen counter with another note on top of it and a mug of still steaming coffee sitting next to it. Picking up the note, he scanned over it while he picked up the coffee cup and began to drain it all.
Marty-
Good to know you woke up. Hate for you to be late to work. Hope you slept well last night. Went ahead to work after run. Hope my shower didn't interrupt your snoring. See you soon.
-Sam
P.S. Breakfast on a plate in the microwave. Enjoy. I didn't burn 'em too bad.
He finished his coffee and opened the microwave door. Inside sat a plate piled high with five or six buttermilk pancakes and yet another note. Martin chuckled as he pulled out the plate and saw the picture of a stove on fire drawn quickly on the note. Next to the stove stood a stick figure with an arrow pointing it to labeling it Samantha. Setting the pancakes down on the counter, Martin pulled up a chair and sat to read the new note.
Marty-
I bet you're really get sick of this name now. J Well, sucks for you. Hope you like pancakes. Syrup and butter in fridge. More coffee on coffee maker if you need more. Sure you finished first cup by now.
-Sam
Martin had never really realized how well Samantha knew him. Although she didn't know too much or she would have known that having to read notes or any type of text before eight in the morning gave him massive headaches. Martin walked over to the refrigerator and this time he wasn't at all surprised to find a piece of white paper with blue ink on it taped to the glass bottle of the syrup. He grabbed the syrup and butter out of the refrigerator and closed the door with his foot before setting the condiments down on the kitchen counter next to his plate of pancakes. He didn't even bother to sit down as he read the note.
Martin-
Knife and fork in top drawer closest to refrigerator. Spoon too, although you don't have a use for one of those.
-Sam
After this fourth note, Martin had to admit that it was getting a little tiring and just a wee bit annoying. At least he knew where the silverware was now. Getting a knife and fork out of the drawer, he was relieved that he didn't find another note in the drawer. He finally managed to grab another cup of coffee and eat his breakfast quickly. Putting his dishes in the sink, he glanced at the clock on the stove. He still had half an hour before he was due in for work, but he didn't have anything to do at Sam's apartment, so he called a cab and figured he'd get to work a little early and talk to Sam a bit before Vivian gave them a case to work.
As Martin hung up the phone, picked up his shirt, and headed for the front door, he saw one last note on the door. Pulling it off, he read it only half-heartedly.
Martin-
If you've got time before work, you might want to stop by your place. You're gonna want to shower and change since those are the clothes you wore yesterday.
-Sam
She has a point, Martin thought to himself as he pocketed the note with the others and headed out the front door. He was now relieved that he had finished eating early enough to stop by his place. For once, one of Sam's notes had been useful.
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Did anyone find that at least a little bit cute? I could see how that could get annoying after a bit, but I still like it. Neat little idea, right? Well, it does come into play later.
By: Anti Darth Ani
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Hehehe! Thanks to every single one of you who have reviewed for the past two chapters. It really does help when y'all review because I can take your suggestions and what you want to happen into account when I write the next chapter!
I started this chapter, calling it New Working Assignments, but one thing lead to another as I began to write and I just found the idea for this title and chapter to be really cute, so I decided to add this chapter in as a little comic relief, although there isn't much to be relieved from (yet). Anyways, I hope you enjoy and find it as funny as I did when I started writing it.
So, without further ado, chapter three!!!!!!!!
Chapter three, chapter three
I've climbed up this tree
And now I'm very stuck
Oh, WTF…
Might as well go ahead and start.
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Needless to say, the next morning when Martin heard the annoying buzz of a distant alarm clock ringing its head off, he was VERY tired and grumpy. It seemed like he had only finally gotten to sleep when the alarm starting ringing. Of course he had tried to sleep for a few hours after Jack had left, but with Samantha curled up next to him with her back against his chest and her hair in his face, he hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Around five in the morning he had given up trying to sleep and just buried his face into her hair. After a while, Martin had finally dozed off while breathing in the wonderful, and intoxicating, scent of Sam's shampoo.
Martin groaned and reluctantly reached over the turn off the alarm clock. As he hit the off button, his hand grazed across a piece of plain, white paper. He sat up in the bed, which he realized he was the sole occupant of, and pulled the note from where it was taped to the alarm. Martin read it silently to himself.
Marty-
Went for a run, didn't want to wake up. Set the alarm; hope you don't mind (much). Coffee ready in the kitchen.
-Sam
Martin yawned and stretched quickly before getting out of the bed and getting ready for work. Martin smiled to himself when he saw his shirt sitting on the kitchen counter with another note on top of it and a mug of still steaming coffee sitting next to it. Picking up the note, he scanned over it while he picked up the coffee cup and began to drain it all.
Marty-
Good to know you woke up. Hate for you to be late to work. Hope you slept well last night. Went ahead to work after run. Hope my shower didn't interrupt your snoring. See you soon.
-Sam
P.S. Breakfast on a plate in the microwave. Enjoy. I didn't burn 'em too bad.
He finished his coffee and opened the microwave door. Inside sat a plate piled high with five or six buttermilk pancakes and yet another note. Martin chuckled as he pulled out the plate and saw the picture of a stove on fire drawn quickly on the note. Next to the stove stood a stick figure with an arrow pointing it to labeling it Samantha. Setting the pancakes down on the counter, Martin pulled up a chair and sat to read the new note.
Marty-
I bet you're really get sick of this name now. J Well, sucks for you. Hope you like pancakes. Syrup and butter in fridge. More coffee on coffee maker if you need more. Sure you finished first cup by now.
-Sam
Martin had never really realized how well Samantha knew him. Although she didn't know too much or she would have known that having to read notes or any type of text before eight in the morning gave him massive headaches. Martin walked over to the refrigerator and this time he wasn't at all surprised to find a piece of white paper with blue ink on it taped to the glass bottle of the syrup. He grabbed the syrup and butter out of the refrigerator and closed the door with his foot before setting the condiments down on the kitchen counter next to his plate of pancakes. He didn't even bother to sit down as he read the note.
Martin-
Knife and fork in top drawer closest to refrigerator. Spoon too, although you don't have a use for one of those.
-Sam
After this fourth note, Martin had to admit that it was getting a little tiring and just a wee bit annoying. At least he knew where the silverware was now. Getting a knife and fork out of the drawer, he was relieved that he didn't find another note in the drawer. He finally managed to grab another cup of coffee and eat his breakfast quickly. Putting his dishes in the sink, he glanced at the clock on the stove. He still had half an hour before he was due in for work, but he didn't have anything to do at Sam's apartment, so he called a cab and figured he'd get to work a little early and talk to Sam a bit before Vivian gave them a case to work.
As Martin hung up the phone, picked up his shirt, and headed for the front door, he saw one last note on the door. Pulling it off, he read it only half-heartedly.
Martin-
If you've got time before work, you might want to stop by your place. You're gonna want to shower and change since those are the clothes you wore yesterday.
-Sam
She has a point, Martin thought to himself as he pocketed the note with the others and headed out the front door. He was now relieved that he had finished eating early enough to stop by his place. For once, one of Sam's notes had been useful.
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Did anyone find that at least a little bit cute? I could see how that could get annoying after a bit, but I still like it. Neat little idea, right? Well, it does come into play later.