Here comes chapter 2! I'm loving this anti-writer's block spoof I'm
getting...it rocks!
This chapter takes place in various places in Boston, after the events of chapter 1 (duh)...You should be able to figure it out! You're all intelligent people! Here we go!
CHAPTER 2:
((Still in the bar, but Nigel and Max talk for a bit.))
~~Nigel~~ I knew it would work! Look at Jordan's face! She's actually smiling...hasn't done that in a while. Woody's grin...I don't know how his cheeks can hold that! It's huge! So is Max's...this is great!
~~Max~~ Now she gets it. God they're cute together...Emily would have loved to see this. Jordan looks so happy. This is probably the first time she's actually let someone hold her...and I mean really hold her in a long time...besides me of course. I hope she knows I'm happy for her...
"Nigel...I'll have to say--you're a genius."
"Nah mate...just a little luck." He grinned. "Let's leave it at the fact that I'm a bit experienced in that...catergory of life." Laughing, he took another drink off the beer in front of him.
"Well, luck or whatever. You made Jordan see the good in Hoyt...he'd better be good to her." I grabbed a towel and wiped off the countertop. "He does one thing to break her heart..."
He stopped me. "I'll make him VERY uncomfortable. Don't worry about it. I'm good in that catergory as well." He winked, then we both turned towards them.
~~Jordan~~ I feel so safe...normally I would be freaking out about now. I don't know what it is, but he's...he's making me feel all happy. Dad's probably flipping out at all this...suprised he hasn't wrung Nige's neck yet. Well, he seems happy...he's chatting with Nige, and there's no blood...maybe this'll work out!
"Woody?"
"Yeah Jordan?"
"When did you learn how to dance?"
"I'm self taught...few people know that. Keep it secret." He pressed a finger to my lips. "No telling."
I nodded, then grabbed him by the hand and pulled him over to the bar. Better to find out now than never...
"Hey Dad." I grinned up at him.
"Hey Sweetheart." He pulled two beers out of the fridge and put them in front of us. "Celebrate. That's what we're here tonight for."
Nigel grinned. "Brought to you by your friendly neighborhood Brit."
I tried to shove him off the barstool. "This was a LONG time in coming...it would have happened by itself."
"Bloody Hell it would have Jordan!" He grinned. "Little farmboy here needed a swift backbone implant to get things going..."
"Hey Nigel. I would have told her sooner or later."
"Nope. Not a chance mate...not a bloody chance..."
Max nodded. "You looked pretty shaky there for a minute...we were worried about you..."
Woody raised his arms. "So I was shy...there's nothing wrong with that." He reached for the beer in front of him. "We're here to celebrate, not analyze."
Nigel nodded. "We do enough of that at work."
"Exactly." I grinned. Work was going to be so much easier, now that I had Woody. One problem...I was going to want to be around him all the time...that could make it difficult.
Woody stood up and yawned. "We've all gotta be at work early tomorrow...I should get going."
Dad glanced up at the clock. "It's already twelve forty-five? It doesn't seem like it at all..."
"Bloody Hell...I've gotta get home to Rudy." He downed the rest of his beer and dug around in his pockets for his keys.
Me, Woody and Dad all looked at him. "Rudy?" We all said it in unison.
Woody grinned. "Nigel, can I TRUST your relationship tactics?"
Dad just laughed, and so did I. "Great, we've got Nigel here with a guy waiting for him at his apartment..."
He shook his head. "No...Rudy's not a guy. He's a dog."
"A dog? Nige, when did you get a dog?" I was amazed...Nigel...pet...scary combination...
"I got him yesterday Jordan...I drove past the shelter, and it was the day of the monthly adoption fair...and I stopped to look." He stood up and pulled his coat on.
"What kind of dog is he?" Woody was putting on his coat too.
"A bulldog. I think he's a mix...he's got kinda weird ears for a bulldog..." He found his keys, and threw a few dollars into the tip jar on the counter. "I'd love to stay, but the poor bloke's probably lonely..."
"Alright Nige...have a good night...drive safe ok?" I smiled at him.
"I will Jordan." He was almost to the door when I remembered something.
"Nigel wait!" I ran over to him.
He stopped by the door. "Yeah Jordan?"
I grabbed him and gave him the biggest hug I could. "Thanks Nige...for everything."
He hugged me back. "You're very welcome Jordan. Just be good alright...think before you act." He winked. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Oh that leaves me in a good spot..." I nudged him. "Go home, your dog misses you."
"Good night Jordan." He walked out the door, and climbed in his truck and drove off.
I turned around to see Woody walking my way. "I've gotta go too Jordan. You want a ride back to your apartment?"
"No, I've been staying here since the whole Malden thing. I feel safer here...with Dad." I smiled at him. "But I'll see you tomorrow morning okay?"
"Ok Jordan." He leaned in and gave me one little kiss on the cheek. "Sleep good okay?"
"I will." It wasn't true. I wasn't going to be able to sleep a wink...he wouldn't be able to either.
He turned and walked out the door, with a wave to me and Dad. I watched him drive off, then went back and sat at the bar.
"What'll it be Sweetheart?"
"A kiss and good night. I'm exhausted." I leaned over the counter, and he kissed me on the cheek.
"Goodnight Jordan. And you did good today." he smiled at me, then came around the end of the bar. "Let's go to bed sweetheart."
"Alright Dad." I put my arm around him and walked with him towards the front. Tonight had been great...and I couldn't wait for tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED...
***Next chapter later! Thanks for reading! And I plan to get more into a different subject, but I'll leave you guessing...for now at least!***
This chapter takes place in various places in Boston, after the events of chapter 1 (duh)...You should be able to figure it out! You're all intelligent people! Here we go!
CHAPTER 2:
((Still in the bar, but Nigel and Max talk for a bit.))
~~Nigel~~ I knew it would work! Look at Jordan's face! She's actually smiling...hasn't done that in a while. Woody's grin...I don't know how his cheeks can hold that! It's huge! So is Max's...this is great!
~~Max~~ Now she gets it. God they're cute together...Emily would have loved to see this. Jordan looks so happy. This is probably the first time she's actually let someone hold her...and I mean really hold her in a long time...besides me of course. I hope she knows I'm happy for her...
"Nigel...I'll have to say--you're a genius."
"Nah mate...just a little luck." He grinned. "Let's leave it at the fact that I'm a bit experienced in that...catergory of life." Laughing, he took another drink off the beer in front of him.
"Well, luck or whatever. You made Jordan see the good in Hoyt...he'd better be good to her." I grabbed a towel and wiped off the countertop. "He does one thing to break her heart..."
He stopped me. "I'll make him VERY uncomfortable. Don't worry about it. I'm good in that catergory as well." He winked, then we both turned towards them.
~~Jordan~~ I feel so safe...normally I would be freaking out about now. I don't know what it is, but he's...he's making me feel all happy. Dad's probably flipping out at all this...suprised he hasn't wrung Nige's neck yet. Well, he seems happy...he's chatting with Nige, and there's no blood...maybe this'll work out!
"Woody?"
"Yeah Jordan?"
"When did you learn how to dance?"
"I'm self taught...few people know that. Keep it secret." He pressed a finger to my lips. "No telling."
I nodded, then grabbed him by the hand and pulled him over to the bar. Better to find out now than never...
"Hey Dad." I grinned up at him.
"Hey Sweetheart." He pulled two beers out of the fridge and put them in front of us. "Celebrate. That's what we're here tonight for."
Nigel grinned. "Brought to you by your friendly neighborhood Brit."
I tried to shove him off the barstool. "This was a LONG time in coming...it would have happened by itself."
"Bloody Hell it would have Jordan!" He grinned. "Little farmboy here needed a swift backbone implant to get things going..."
"Hey Nigel. I would have told her sooner or later."
"Nope. Not a chance mate...not a bloody chance..."
Max nodded. "You looked pretty shaky there for a minute...we were worried about you..."
Woody raised his arms. "So I was shy...there's nothing wrong with that." He reached for the beer in front of him. "We're here to celebrate, not analyze."
Nigel nodded. "We do enough of that at work."
"Exactly." I grinned. Work was going to be so much easier, now that I had Woody. One problem...I was going to want to be around him all the time...that could make it difficult.
Woody stood up and yawned. "We've all gotta be at work early tomorrow...I should get going."
Dad glanced up at the clock. "It's already twelve forty-five? It doesn't seem like it at all..."
"Bloody Hell...I've gotta get home to Rudy." He downed the rest of his beer and dug around in his pockets for his keys.
Me, Woody and Dad all looked at him. "Rudy?" We all said it in unison.
Woody grinned. "Nigel, can I TRUST your relationship tactics?"
Dad just laughed, and so did I. "Great, we've got Nigel here with a guy waiting for him at his apartment..."
He shook his head. "No...Rudy's not a guy. He's a dog."
"A dog? Nige, when did you get a dog?" I was amazed...Nigel...pet...scary combination...
"I got him yesterday Jordan...I drove past the shelter, and it was the day of the monthly adoption fair...and I stopped to look." He stood up and pulled his coat on.
"What kind of dog is he?" Woody was putting on his coat too.
"A bulldog. I think he's a mix...he's got kinda weird ears for a bulldog..." He found his keys, and threw a few dollars into the tip jar on the counter. "I'd love to stay, but the poor bloke's probably lonely..."
"Alright Nige...have a good night...drive safe ok?" I smiled at him.
"I will Jordan." He was almost to the door when I remembered something.
"Nigel wait!" I ran over to him.
He stopped by the door. "Yeah Jordan?"
I grabbed him and gave him the biggest hug I could. "Thanks Nige...for everything."
He hugged me back. "You're very welcome Jordan. Just be good alright...think before you act." He winked. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Oh that leaves me in a good spot..." I nudged him. "Go home, your dog misses you."
"Good night Jordan." He walked out the door, and climbed in his truck and drove off.
I turned around to see Woody walking my way. "I've gotta go too Jordan. You want a ride back to your apartment?"
"No, I've been staying here since the whole Malden thing. I feel safer here...with Dad." I smiled at him. "But I'll see you tomorrow morning okay?"
"Ok Jordan." He leaned in and gave me one little kiss on the cheek. "Sleep good okay?"
"I will." It wasn't true. I wasn't going to be able to sleep a wink...he wouldn't be able to either.
He turned and walked out the door, with a wave to me and Dad. I watched him drive off, then went back and sat at the bar.
"What'll it be Sweetheart?"
"A kiss and good night. I'm exhausted." I leaned over the counter, and he kissed me on the cheek.
"Goodnight Jordan. And you did good today." he smiled at me, then came around the end of the bar. "Let's go to bed sweetheart."
"Alright Dad." I put my arm around him and walked with him towards the front. Tonight had been great...and I couldn't wait for tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED...
***Next chapter later! Thanks for reading! And I plan to get more into a different subject, but I'll leave you guessing...for now at least!***