The Deepest Depths Of High

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except well...actually...nothing.

Summary: Morts divorce left him feeling so empty and useless. Instead of moving on hes moving on to different things. He starts out with drugs which turns into an addiction but then a new girl enters his life. But can anyone save him now? R for language sexuality and extreme drug & alcohol use.

A/N: Holy twizzlers nine chapters!! ---Rae

Chapter Nine:

I had no idea what time it was. I laid there on the couch with Tiffany laying on top of me. We were both motionless, staring into each other's eyes. I couldn't even begin to think back to the last time me and Amy had done anything remotely like this....with actually being in love. Like me and Tiffany. Not like Amy. Amy doesn't know how to love. Amy can't love.

I hope she understands now what she did to me. Technically we're still married...So I just did to her what she did to me. But no...It wasn't the same. Amy was never in love with Ted. She probably still isn't. But I am in love with Tiffany. Truly, deeply, madly in love.

Tiffany kissed me, and I held her closer, feeling as if she could disappear any second. Suddenly I felt like I knew everything about love...every detail...every little thing about all of it. Maybe I could be a romance novelist...Tiffany could replace Amy as the one that sits on my lap in one of my huge t-shirts while I'm writing and reads it, making comments on everything. But of course, Amy made me write about horror. That was her fault. Maybe that's why my books never sold very well. Amy contributed in the makings.

As our lips broke apart and I could see Tiffany's beautiful green eyes again. Something in them made me wonder why I would have ever resorted to drugs or any of that shit. I'll never go back to it. Never. I don't have any reason to now. I have the beautiful, amazing, inspiring sublimity of Tiffany now. And she'll never leave. Right...?

Right. Don't second-guess yourself, Mort. She's perfect.

What if she leaves...?

She won't leave. She loves you.

...Okay.

"Mort?" Tiffany looked up at me, looking concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I swallowed heavily. "I'm fine."

She rested her head on my chest. "I can hear your heart...It's beating really fast. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yep. You just wore me out, babe." I kissed her forehead and grinned.

She laughed and closed her eyes.

I wondered how long it had been since I'd felt this happy and grateful....Well, it had been a long time. I needed Tiffany more than anything. Especially now.

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Great. I gotta go on a fucking business trip.

Tiffany left a couple hours ago. And now my agent called and said there's a very important meeting I need to attend in Denver. Why Denver? Denver is in Colorado. Denver is so far away from Tiffany.

And I have to leave tomorrow and I won't be back for three weeks. Man I hate this.

As I was packing my stuff, the phone rang again. It was Amy.

"Hi, Mort."

"Hi, Amy."

"What are you doing?"

"Well, Amy, I'm packing my stuff."

Amy sounded suddenly worried. "What? Why?"

"Because I have to go on a stupid business trip, that's why."

"Oh. Sorry. Well...I just wanted to call and see if everything was, well...okay."

"Everything's fine."

"Are you mad?"

"A little!"

"Why?"

"Cuz I don't wanna go to Denver for three weeks, Amy. It's pointless. Just like these phone conversations we have every other day."

"Jeez. Sorry." She hung up.

God! Why did she make me feel so guilty all the time? Oh well. I don't care if she lays that kind of guilt on me. I can handle it. I don't need her anymore, anyway. I'm restarting my life. Right after I get back from Denver.

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"So what's this meeting about anyway, Karsch?"

"Well...We've got some pretty bad news for ya, Mort."

"What?"

"They haven't made any final decisions yet though. From my understanding, it's all about the impression you give those publication jackasses today."

We were walking down the hall of the big building of my publication company in our business suits, preparing to meet the publication managers. I'd been in Denver for a week, trying to figure out what to say to the managers, but I still had no idea. I prayed they weren't going to drop me just because of one lousy year. I mean...I'm going through a divorce. Do business people have absolutely no sympathy?

We reached the door of the meeting room, but Karsch stopped me before letting me open it. "Hey. Don't mention anything about the drugs or whatever unless they bring it up, okay?"

"How did you-"

"Come on, Rainey. Everybody knows. The whole state of New York knows. Just don't bring it up. This is a top priority company...I doubt they'll think of a stoner as acceptable-"

"Hey," I said warningly. "It's all over know, okay?"

"Okay."

I stepped inside, feeling slightly nervous. Oh, how I didn't want to be here....

"Good morning, gentlemen," the well-known manager of the company, Howard Sten, said, sitting at the end of the long table. Karsch and I sat across from each other, occasionally casting glances at each other. "So, Mr. Rainey...How is your next story coming along?" he said cheerfully.

"Well...I, uh-"

Karsch interrupted. "We've got it all planned out, sir. Rainey just has yet to get it all down in the computer."

"Really now?" Sten said, sounding suspiciously impressed. "What have you got planned out?" he asked, turning to me.

I quickly thought up a plot. Oh man...I used to be so good at this. "Well...it's about this guy...who moves to Canada...and he's a farmer. But suddenly...he realizes all of his crops won't grow....And uhm...he discovers that there was a curse placed on the cropfield many years ago."

"Why?"

"That would be giving away the ending."

"Well I need to know the ending."

"Oh. Well...He finds out that his plantation is haunted...and...he flees to Mexico...discovering a curse is placed upon his crops in Mexico as well...So then he realizes the curse was never placed on his crops...but on him."

Sten stared at me blankly. "To be honesty, Rainey...If we published that, it would be the worst thing you've ever written. All your respect as an author will be erased. Do you want that?"

"No, sir."

"Then I need a fresh manuscript by June 30th."

"Sir, that's only...21 days."

"Your point?"

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair quickly. "Fine. I'll send it to you by the 30th." Karsch and I got up and left the room. Man, was I angry.

"Three weeks! I have three fucking weeks to write a whole story! I have two more weeks left here, then it's back home to write a fucking story! Where the hell am I supposed to find the inspiration to write a whole fucking story in a week?"

"Calm down, kid. You sound like a teenage boy with all that cussing you use."

"Sorry. Man, what am I going to do?"

"Well...You better get thinking."

Later that night in the hotel room, I called Tiffany and explained to her my problem with the story.

"Do you think you could help me, Tiffany?"

"Well...I'm not much of a writer."

"Neither am I. But you gotta help me when I get back okay?"

"I'll try but-"

"Thanks, babe. You've helped me with everything else so far; I'm sure you'll do fantastic with this."

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A/N: Yay! Another chapter! It's a decent length too lol. Well...I'll write more later. ---Rae