Celwriter: back to work. Had to write down ideas for POTC fic. Much better than before. Any who, next chappie.
Chapter 36
Cel got ready for the dance. She couldn't wait. She jotted down a few notes in her diary as she got ready. It smelled of coffee and there was a coffee stain on one of the pages. Strange, she thought, I hate coffee. Maybe it's just hot cocoa? She put the book down and finished getting ready.
Ricky came to pick Cel up right on time. Mort had the camera ready and took a few shots. It was cool, so Cel ran up to her room to grab a shawl.
Mort turned sharply to Ricky.
"You have her back in time," he threatened, "Or you'll wish you had."
Yes, he will and just in case, keep a screwdriver handy. Mort had no idea where the voice had come from.
"Yes, sir," Ricky said. Mort could tell he liked Cel by the way he looked at her when she came down the stairs.
If he pulls something or breaks his heart, grab the hatchet. The voice said again.
Mort shook his head. He watched Ricky usher Cel out to the car and open the door for her. It reminded him of when he and Amy were dating. He shook his head again, this time sadly.
Ricky's car pulled away.
The phone rang.
