A/N: this is sort of a short chapter, i hope u dont mind. anyway, u might
want 2 reread the last chapter in order to understand what's....going
on....
the oscars aren't very far away!! in real life, or in my story...
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"Zelda, what did you do?" Link asked into the phone with exasperation.
"What kind of greeting is that?" Zelda asked, filing her nails and balancing the phone on her shoulder. "And what's that question supposed to mean, anyway?"
"I mean to Malon," Link said. "My mother told me she received some anonymous phone call telling her that I'm ten thousand bucks richer than I was yesterday. It has to do with that alimony, doesn't it? What did you say to Malon that day?"
"She's the one who did the talking," Zelda assured him. "She told me that she was NOT going to have a baby. She lied about it so that she could fudge off as much money from you as possible."
There was a long silence as Link mulled this over. "Malon lied about it? Does she have any idea what could happen to her for that?"
"I think she understands now," Zelda said. "I tore up the check, so..."
Link laughed. "I don't think she'll be giving us trouble any time soon." He paused, then said, "You know, this is our last day of filming, which means people on the set aren't going to expect to see us around each other anymore."
Zelda breathed in sharply. "I know. But we'll be able to meet each other anyway, won't we?"
"Of course, don't worry about it. We'll work something out. But I was wondering if you'd like to come on my boat after shooting wraps up. Bogart's bringing some of the boys over, too. I think it would be fun if you went there."
"Sure, it'd be fun," Zelda agreed. "I'll see you in a while, then. Bye."
"Bye."
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"Aw, come on, doll," Humphrey Bogart said to Mrs. Harker. "You don't want that swine with ya, 'specially when you've got someone like me!"
"Quiet, Michael!" Mrs. Harker breathed, turning away from him. "Besides, when I think of Cody and the way he--"
"Your son'll be fine," Humphrey insisted. "You talk like he's a little kid. Cody can take care of himself, he's a big boy."
"Are you talking about me?" Link said, suddenly walking through the doorway.
"Honey, w-when did you get home?" Mrs. Harker asked, sitting up quickly and pushing herself out of Bogart's arms.
"Apparently too soon," Link said angrily. "What're you doing here, Michael?"
"Listen, wise guy," Humphrey said, striding over to him. "You ain't got no business askin' me what I'm doing. That's my own private stuff, kid, and I don't suggest you go around snooting about in it."
"Well I think I have the right to be concerned if you're romancing my mother!" Link shouted, drawing back his fist and then bringing it dangerously close to Bogart's face.
Crying in pain, Humphrey staggered back into the wall and collapsed onto the couch. Link looked at him, then his mother, and made his way back out the door.
"CUT!" called Gannondorf. "And that's a wrap, people!"
Yawning, Humphrey sat up and stretched. "Wow kid, you really had me going there for a minute," he said to Link. He got to his feet. "I was afraid you were gonna really whack me there!"
Link laughed and shook Humphrey's hand. "I know you too well for that sort of thing, Bogart. If I'd really hit you back there, nothing could've stopped you from retaliating!"
Humphrey laughed as well. "I'll see you at the docks in a minute, kid. I've just gotta stop by my dressing room first."
"Okay, see you."
"Hi Link," said Zelda, skipping up to him.
"Oh, hey," Link said, giving her a brief hug and then walking out of the studio with her. "Ready to go?"
"Yup, I'm really excited!" Zelda answered. "I haven't been on a boat for years!"
"I think you'll like mine," Link said.
"Hey, Ms. Jones," called out a company worker who shall remain anonymous. "Mr. Harker!"
"Yes?" they asked simultaneously, turning towards him.
"Mr. Meyer asked me to get you two in the Photography department right away," the studio hand replied. "He wants to do some publicity shots for the new picture."
"Right now?" Link asked desperately. The man nodded. "We were just planning to go on an outing."
"He wants to do it now," the worker insisted. "He says he wants to supervise, and he'll be much too busy to do it later."
Sighing, Zelda said, "All right then. We'll just have to do that boating trip another time, Link. C'mon, we'd better get to Wardrobe."
A little While Later...
"You look very suave, Link," Zelda laughed, once they were in the photographer's studio. "Even in a traveling hat and coat."
"Even though your outfit isn't very sexy, it makes you look...classy," Link offered, dropping the briefcase he'd been holding.
"Um, thank you?"
"All right you little love twerps," Meyer said, marching into the room. "For this first shot, I want the two of you dancing a little jazz, so- -"
"Here, let us try it out," Zelda proposed.
"Um, okayyy..."
Sighing, Link took off his hat and overcoat. Zelda tossed her jacket into a corner, revealing a slim black dress, cut off at the knees. Taking his hand, Zelda distanced herself a bit, then did a quick little two-step. She looked over at Link, who was staring dully into space in front of him.
"C'mon, Harker!" Meyer barked. "Smile a bit!"
"Sorry, but I'm just feeling a little depressed that my boat party got canceled for some stupid publicity shots," Link moaned.
"Just DEAL with it, Parker!" Meyer growled menacingly.
Link dropped Zelda's hand. "And now you add insult to injury by getting my last name wrong!"
"Oh, c'mon, dear," Zelda sighed, walking over to him. "Would this cheer you up at all?" She leaned over and kissed him briefly on the lips. "And you're so tense; lighten up a little," she purred, rubbing his shoulders and planting one more kiss on his neck.
"Okay, I think that's enough," Mr. Meyer said loudly. "Can we get back to my photographs, please?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well, I'm glad that's finally over with," Link sighed, as he and Zelda walked out of the studio.
"Yeah, me too."
"Hey, there you are," said Humphrey, jogging up to them. "You guys were in there for a real long time!"
"Tell me about it," Zelda sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry if there was any confusion about the boat," Link apologized. "It was a very sudden, unexpected thing."
"Yeah, I know," Humphrey said. "So don't worry about it. I ran into Meyer, who asked me why I was in a hurry. So I told him that I was planning on going on your boat with you and Zelda, and he sort of stared at me like I'd announced I was quitting the picture business and moving to Cuba. But then he said very curtly that you two wouldn't be able to go, because he was putting together a last-minute photo shoot."
Link and Zelda stared at him. Then, as he turned back to run towards the studio, Link yelled, "I can't believe the nerve of that guy!!!"
"Geez, what's eatin' him?" Humphrey wondered aloud.
"You'll find out soon," Zelda said in a cold sigh. "But I'd be careful if I were you, you might be next."
Humphrey stared after her as she walked away, and was left standing alone in confusion.
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An hour later, Humphrey was walking down the street to Grauman's Chinese Theater. "Hey, Greer," he called out, upon seeing one of his friends.
Greer Garson turned around and stopped as she saw Humphrey Bogart running towards her. "Hello, Humphrey. Something the matter? You seem a little worried."
"Worried? Link Harker just blew his top off at me!"
"Oh, dear, not you too," Greer said. "Whatever for?"
"I don't understand it," Humphrey sighed. "But see, I was planning to go on his boat with some of my buddies, and Zelda Jones. But when Louis Meyer asked me where I was going, and I told him with who and where, he--"
"Well, that was your fatal mistake," Greer interruped, sighing.
"WHAT was?!"
"If you've got the time, I can explain it to you. But you've got to keep absolutely quiet about it."
"My lips are sealed and my ears are open, dough eyes."
"Okay....first thing, don't ever call me that again."
"Got it."
And, heaving another sigh, Greer began to spill out the story to her reliable old pal.
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A/N:
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell? i hope that was ok, even though it was really short! plz review!!
the oscars aren't very far away!! in real life, or in my story...
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"Zelda, what did you do?" Link asked into the phone with exasperation.
"What kind of greeting is that?" Zelda asked, filing her nails and balancing the phone on her shoulder. "And what's that question supposed to mean, anyway?"
"I mean to Malon," Link said. "My mother told me she received some anonymous phone call telling her that I'm ten thousand bucks richer than I was yesterday. It has to do with that alimony, doesn't it? What did you say to Malon that day?"
"She's the one who did the talking," Zelda assured him. "She told me that she was NOT going to have a baby. She lied about it so that she could fudge off as much money from you as possible."
There was a long silence as Link mulled this over. "Malon lied about it? Does she have any idea what could happen to her for that?"
"I think she understands now," Zelda said. "I tore up the check, so..."
Link laughed. "I don't think she'll be giving us trouble any time soon." He paused, then said, "You know, this is our last day of filming, which means people on the set aren't going to expect to see us around each other anymore."
Zelda breathed in sharply. "I know. But we'll be able to meet each other anyway, won't we?"
"Of course, don't worry about it. We'll work something out. But I was wondering if you'd like to come on my boat after shooting wraps up. Bogart's bringing some of the boys over, too. I think it would be fun if you went there."
"Sure, it'd be fun," Zelda agreed. "I'll see you in a while, then. Bye."
"Bye."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Aw, come on, doll," Humphrey Bogart said to Mrs. Harker. "You don't want that swine with ya, 'specially when you've got someone like me!"
"Quiet, Michael!" Mrs. Harker breathed, turning away from him. "Besides, when I think of Cody and the way he--"
"Your son'll be fine," Humphrey insisted. "You talk like he's a little kid. Cody can take care of himself, he's a big boy."
"Are you talking about me?" Link said, suddenly walking through the doorway.
"Honey, w-when did you get home?" Mrs. Harker asked, sitting up quickly and pushing herself out of Bogart's arms.
"Apparently too soon," Link said angrily. "What're you doing here, Michael?"
"Listen, wise guy," Humphrey said, striding over to him. "You ain't got no business askin' me what I'm doing. That's my own private stuff, kid, and I don't suggest you go around snooting about in it."
"Well I think I have the right to be concerned if you're romancing my mother!" Link shouted, drawing back his fist and then bringing it dangerously close to Bogart's face.
Crying in pain, Humphrey staggered back into the wall and collapsed onto the couch. Link looked at him, then his mother, and made his way back out the door.
"CUT!" called Gannondorf. "And that's a wrap, people!"
Yawning, Humphrey sat up and stretched. "Wow kid, you really had me going there for a minute," he said to Link. He got to his feet. "I was afraid you were gonna really whack me there!"
Link laughed and shook Humphrey's hand. "I know you too well for that sort of thing, Bogart. If I'd really hit you back there, nothing could've stopped you from retaliating!"
Humphrey laughed as well. "I'll see you at the docks in a minute, kid. I've just gotta stop by my dressing room first."
"Okay, see you."
"Hi Link," said Zelda, skipping up to him.
"Oh, hey," Link said, giving her a brief hug and then walking out of the studio with her. "Ready to go?"
"Yup, I'm really excited!" Zelda answered. "I haven't been on a boat for years!"
"I think you'll like mine," Link said.
"Hey, Ms. Jones," called out a company worker who shall remain anonymous. "Mr. Harker!"
"Yes?" they asked simultaneously, turning towards him.
"Mr. Meyer asked me to get you two in the Photography department right away," the studio hand replied. "He wants to do some publicity shots for the new picture."
"Right now?" Link asked desperately. The man nodded. "We were just planning to go on an outing."
"He wants to do it now," the worker insisted. "He says he wants to supervise, and he'll be much too busy to do it later."
Sighing, Zelda said, "All right then. We'll just have to do that boating trip another time, Link. C'mon, we'd better get to Wardrobe."
A little While Later...
"You look very suave, Link," Zelda laughed, once they were in the photographer's studio. "Even in a traveling hat and coat."
"Even though your outfit isn't very sexy, it makes you look...classy," Link offered, dropping the briefcase he'd been holding.
"Um, thank you?"
"All right you little love twerps," Meyer said, marching into the room. "For this first shot, I want the two of you dancing a little jazz, so- -"
"Here, let us try it out," Zelda proposed.
"Um, okayyy..."
Sighing, Link took off his hat and overcoat. Zelda tossed her jacket into a corner, revealing a slim black dress, cut off at the knees. Taking his hand, Zelda distanced herself a bit, then did a quick little two-step. She looked over at Link, who was staring dully into space in front of him.
"C'mon, Harker!" Meyer barked. "Smile a bit!"
"Sorry, but I'm just feeling a little depressed that my boat party got canceled for some stupid publicity shots," Link moaned.
"Just DEAL with it, Parker!" Meyer growled menacingly.
Link dropped Zelda's hand. "And now you add insult to injury by getting my last name wrong!"
"Oh, c'mon, dear," Zelda sighed, walking over to him. "Would this cheer you up at all?" She leaned over and kissed him briefly on the lips. "And you're so tense; lighten up a little," she purred, rubbing his shoulders and planting one more kiss on his neck.
"Okay, I think that's enough," Mr. Meyer said loudly. "Can we get back to my photographs, please?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well, I'm glad that's finally over with," Link sighed, as he and Zelda walked out of the studio.
"Yeah, me too."
"Hey, there you are," said Humphrey, jogging up to them. "You guys were in there for a real long time!"
"Tell me about it," Zelda sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry if there was any confusion about the boat," Link apologized. "It was a very sudden, unexpected thing."
"Yeah, I know," Humphrey said. "So don't worry about it. I ran into Meyer, who asked me why I was in a hurry. So I told him that I was planning on going on your boat with you and Zelda, and he sort of stared at me like I'd announced I was quitting the picture business and moving to Cuba. But then he said very curtly that you two wouldn't be able to go, because he was putting together a last-minute photo shoot."
Link and Zelda stared at him. Then, as he turned back to run towards the studio, Link yelled, "I can't believe the nerve of that guy!!!"
"Geez, what's eatin' him?" Humphrey wondered aloud.
"You'll find out soon," Zelda said in a cold sigh. "But I'd be careful if I were you, you might be next."
Humphrey stared after her as she walked away, and was left standing alone in confusion.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour later, Humphrey was walking down the street to Grauman's Chinese Theater. "Hey, Greer," he called out, upon seeing one of his friends.
Greer Garson turned around and stopped as she saw Humphrey Bogart running towards her. "Hello, Humphrey. Something the matter? You seem a little worried."
"Worried? Link Harker just blew his top off at me!"
"Oh, dear, not you too," Greer said. "Whatever for?"
"I don't understand it," Humphrey sighed. "But see, I was planning to go on his boat with some of my buddies, and Zelda Jones. But when Louis Meyer asked me where I was going, and I told him with who and where, he--"
"Well, that was your fatal mistake," Greer interruped, sighing.
"WHAT was?!"
"If you've got the time, I can explain it to you. But you've got to keep absolutely quiet about it."
"My lips are sealed and my ears are open, dough eyes."
"Okay....first thing, don't ever call me that again."
"Got it."
And, heaving another sigh, Greer began to spill out the story to her reliable old pal.
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A/N:
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell? i hope that was ok, even though it was really short! plz review!!