Meeeeoooow Meeeeoooowww PURRRR PURRRR!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!! THUMP. "Ouch!" She
sat heaped on the floor her sheets tangled around her body. "Why Me?" She
asked pathetically to the roof. A fury of footsteps could be heard coming
towards her room and Rory dived under her covers. Lane burst in still in
her pyjamas her face alert with worry. "Rory are you..." Lane stopped in
mid sentence taking in her best friend submerged under the floral material
and began to laugh. "You fell out of bed again didn't you?" Rory popped her
head out looking like a deformed turtle. "It's not funny Lane!" Her
exclamation was met with even more laughter. "Why'd I do it Lane" Why did I
let Mum give me that clock?"
"Because it's Pink, Fluffy and purrs" was the prompt answer.
"Ahrgh"
"Come on fallen beauty you have your big appointment today at 10."
"Ahrgh"
"I've made coffee."
"Lane, I love you!"
"Now if only you were a gorgeous Calvin Klein model my life would be perfect." Lane said in mock sadness leaving the room.
Rory had to laugh. Having Lane as a flatmate was probably the best thing that happened since she got into Harvard. Offcourse, her appointment with Norbert Publishing could change all that. The thought made her stomach have an epileptic attack. She found it hard to believe that she had actually worked up the nerve to send her manuscript. She hated the thought of total strangers reading and passing judgement on her little book. Her fears made no sense at all but the nature of fear itself was baseless.
Rory walked into the Kitchen were Lane sat "Woman" By John Lennon blaring from the stereo system. Lane watched Rory walk into the room, and whistled "Classy." she said with a smile and a nod.
"Thank you, I'm thinking if I can't dazzle em with my book I'm going to charm them with my good looks."
"Trust me your going to end up doing both."
"You lie. But I appreciate it"
"Your modest and it's annoying"
Rory laughed "so job hunting again today?"
"hmm, and then we've got the afternoon shift at the book shop"
"Fun." Rory said thinking of the small bookshop Rory and Lane worked at part time. It had been like this since they graduated from their respective universities and moved to Boston spending most of their time looking for a job and the rest working at the bookshop to ensure that they had enough money for food, coffee, and other necessities. They were scraping by pretty well it was a blessing that Rory's grandparents had bought her this apartment because renting would definitely have made their existence difficult.
Rory walked over to the table coffee in hand and placed herself on a random chair facing Lane. As they fell into a comfortable silence only the surreal clash of Lennon's instrumental and the distant noises of the city could be heard. Lane half rose to leave the table when she caught sight of Rory's face. Rory was nervous. With a life time of friendship Lane could spot all the symptoms, the biting of the lips, the hasty tucking away of her hair. Rory was Nervous, and Lane could tell. Walking around the table, she knelt next to her and gave her hug. "You know their going to love it and if they don't their idiots."
Rory could do nothing but hug her back as she muttered a breathless "thank you."
The moment was interrupted by the shrill tone of the telephone. Rory was closest and reached over to pickup the receiver.
"Hello"
"Well Hi Di Doody City slicker this is Betty sue…"
"Hi Mum" Rory said rolling her eyes and trying not to laugh
"Hey no fair! I had a whole hill-billy theme planned out, I even had a song."
"Mum, it's dangerous for some one as deranged as you to have that much free time."
"Hey, hey, hey is that anyway to talk to your loving mother who has taken time out from her deranged schedule to say good luck to her favourite daughter."
"Unless there's something your not telling me I'm your only daughter."
"Trust me you are definitely my only daughter… I might be deranged but I never make the same mistake twice."
"Hey where's the love and support you rang to give me."
"Oh Yeah go get em tiger and if they don't realise how great your book is show em some cleavage it always worked for me."
"Mum!"
"I'm kidding! But seriously honey if there is anybody in the world that needs less luck then you they'd be a leprechaun. You have talent and they'll love you and your book and if you go with the cleavage idea they'll love that too."
*
"Ok I can do this" Rory told herself attempting to look casual as she walked towards the overbearing glass doors. Suddenly, she stopped, and turned away. "No I can't" she thought walking away from the building before stopping again. "This would be so much easier if the stupid butterflies would crawl back into their cocoons." She stood their for what seemed like hours mentally preparing herself fro the rejection she was sure would come. Then slowly standing tall, she turned for the final time and walked in through the doors.
*
The Meeting had ended before Rory realised it had even started. Mr Roberts a small man with grey hair framing an otherwise bold head had firmly shaken her hand on arrival and without waiting for the pleasantries that were about to roll of Rory's tongue told her that the company had decided to accept the book. A wild urge to do somersault came over her as she listened to Mr Roberts prattle on about contracts and other details.
Mr Roberts eyed the young woman who sat opposite him smiling as though she was given a candy shop and could not help but take a liking to her and wondered if she had any idea about what he was talking about. "Finally Miss Gilmore," he said eyeing the clock your agent will be in contact with you shortly he was supposed to be at this meeting today but was unable to make it. But he was hoping to get a meeting with you sometime."
"That'll be fine." Rory said her smile never wavering.
"Ok then Miss Gilmore, Good Luck, and I'll stay in contact."
*
"I did it! They accepted my book." Rory's exuberant statement was met by a loud squeal from her best friend as she tackled her with a hug.
"I knew it! I knew you would. Yeah Rory!" Lane yelled still hugging her. Both girls broke away from the embrace laughing.
"So tell me what did they say?"
"Basically that they liked the book, wanted to publish it, and that I might have to do promotional tour or something like that."
"Oh my god, A promotional tour? That sounds so glamorous." Lane yelled pulling her friend into another embrace.
The private celebration was cut short when a wiry woman walked into the room. "You know I'm not paying you two sit here and socialise. there are customers out the front who need help." Came the sharp reprimand.
"Oh, sorry, Lisa." Both women said as they walked out of the door. True to her word, a few people had wondered into the little shop. With a sigh both girls parted to attend to their duties. Rory walked towards the back of the store were she was stacking books and stopped short as she eyed a man blocking her path. He was tall, and from were she was standing it was evident that the grey suit covered what could only be described as a "yummy" body Rory let her eyes wonder to the top of his head, covered by a mop of messy blonde hair. The hair reminded her of someone, long buried in her past. The name caught in her throat as she shook her head violently. She had not thought of him in years, and yet the sight of this man who merely resembled him made something unidentifiable stir within her. "Um…can I help you?" she said trying to keep her voice from shaking. The form in front of her spun around causing Rory to gasp and take a step knocking over a pile of books neatly placed along a shelf. The smirk that formed on the lips of the man produced a bright red hue over her face. At this familiar reaction, the smirk transformed into a cheeky grin. "Some things never change, huh Mary?"
"Because it's Pink, Fluffy and purrs" was the prompt answer.
"Ahrgh"
"Come on fallen beauty you have your big appointment today at 10."
"Ahrgh"
"I've made coffee."
"Lane, I love you!"
"Now if only you were a gorgeous Calvin Klein model my life would be perfect." Lane said in mock sadness leaving the room.
Rory had to laugh. Having Lane as a flatmate was probably the best thing that happened since she got into Harvard. Offcourse, her appointment with Norbert Publishing could change all that. The thought made her stomach have an epileptic attack. She found it hard to believe that she had actually worked up the nerve to send her manuscript. She hated the thought of total strangers reading and passing judgement on her little book. Her fears made no sense at all but the nature of fear itself was baseless.
Rory walked into the Kitchen were Lane sat "Woman" By John Lennon blaring from the stereo system. Lane watched Rory walk into the room, and whistled "Classy." she said with a smile and a nod.
"Thank you, I'm thinking if I can't dazzle em with my book I'm going to charm them with my good looks."
"Trust me your going to end up doing both."
"You lie. But I appreciate it"
"Your modest and it's annoying"
Rory laughed "so job hunting again today?"
"hmm, and then we've got the afternoon shift at the book shop"
"Fun." Rory said thinking of the small bookshop Rory and Lane worked at part time. It had been like this since they graduated from their respective universities and moved to Boston spending most of their time looking for a job and the rest working at the bookshop to ensure that they had enough money for food, coffee, and other necessities. They were scraping by pretty well it was a blessing that Rory's grandparents had bought her this apartment because renting would definitely have made their existence difficult.
Rory walked over to the table coffee in hand and placed herself on a random chair facing Lane. As they fell into a comfortable silence only the surreal clash of Lennon's instrumental and the distant noises of the city could be heard. Lane half rose to leave the table when she caught sight of Rory's face. Rory was nervous. With a life time of friendship Lane could spot all the symptoms, the biting of the lips, the hasty tucking away of her hair. Rory was Nervous, and Lane could tell. Walking around the table, she knelt next to her and gave her hug. "You know their going to love it and if they don't their idiots."
Rory could do nothing but hug her back as she muttered a breathless "thank you."
The moment was interrupted by the shrill tone of the telephone. Rory was closest and reached over to pickup the receiver.
"Hello"
"Well Hi Di Doody City slicker this is Betty sue…"
"Hi Mum" Rory said rolling her eyes and trying not to laugh
"Hey no fair! I had a whole hill-billy theme planned out, I even had a song."
"Mum, it's dangerous for some one as deranged as you to have that much free time."
"Hey, hey, hey is that anyway to talk to your loving mother who has taken time out from her deranged schedule to say good luck to her favourite daughter."
"Unless there's something your not telling me I'm your only daughter."
"Trust me you are definitely my only daughter… I might be deranged but I never make the same mistake twice."
"Hey where's the love and support you rang to give me."
"Oh Yeah go get em tiger and if they don't realise how great your book is show em some cleavage it always worked for me."
"Mum!"
"I'm kidding! But seriously honey if there is anybody in the world that needs less luck then you they'd be a leprechaun. You have talent and they'll love you and your book and if you go with the cleavage idea they'll love that too."
*
"Ok I can do this" Rory told herself attempting to look casual as she walked towards the overbearing glass doors. Suddenly, she stopped, and turned away. "No I can't" she thought walking away from the building before stopping again. "This would be so much easier if the stupid butterflies would crawl back into their cocoons." She stood their for what seemed like hours mentally preparing herself fro the rejection she was sure would come. Then slowly standing tall, she turned for the final time and walked in through the doors.
*
The Meeting had ended before Rory realised it had even started. Mr Roberts a small man with grey hair framing an otherwise bold head had firmly shaken her hand on arrival and without waiting for the pleasantries that were about to roll of Rory's tongue told her that the company had decided to accept the book. A wild urge to do somersault came over her as she listened to Mr Roberts prattle on about contracts and other details.
Mr Roberts eyed the young woman who sat opposite him smiling as though she was given a candy shop and could not help but take a liking to her and wondered if she had any idea about what he was talking about. "Finally Miss Gilmore," he said eyeing the clock your agent will be in contact with you shortly he was supposed to be at this meeting today but was unable to make it. But he was hoping to get a meeting with you sometime."
"That'll be fine." Rory said her smile never wavering.
"Ok then Miss Gilmore, Good Luck, and I'll stay in contact."
*
"I did it! They accepted my book." Rory's exuberant statement was met by a loud squeal from her best friend as she tackled her with a hug.
"I knew it! I knew you would. Yeah Rory!" Lane yelled still hugging her. Both girls broke away from the embrace laughing.
"So tell me what did they say?"
"Basically that they liked the book, wanted to publish it, and that I might have to do promotional tour or something like that."
"Oh my god, A promotional tour? That sounds so glamorous." Lane yelled pulling her friend into another embrace.
The private celebration was cut short when a wiry woman walked into the room. "You know I'm not paying you two sit here and socialise. there are customers out the front who need help." Came the sharp reprimand.
"Oh, sorry, Lisa." Both women said as they walked out of the door. True to her word, a few people had wondered into the little shop. With a sigh both girls parted to attend to their duties. Rory walked towards the back of the store were she was stacking books and stopped short as she eyed a man blocking her path. He was tall, and from were she was standing it was evident that the grey suit covered what could only be described as a "yummy" body Rory let her eyes wonder to the top of his head, covered by a mop of messy blonde hair. The hair reminded her of someone, long buried in her past. The name caught in her throat as she shook her head violently. She had not thought of him in years, and yet the sight of this man who merely resembled him made something unidentifiable stir within her. "Um…can I help you?" she said trying to keep her voice from shaking. The form in front of her spun around causing Rory to gasp and take a step knocking over a pile of books neatly placed along a shelf. The smirk that formed on the lips of the man produced a bright red hue over her face. At this familiar reaction, the smirk transformed into a cheeky grin. "Some things never change, huh Mary?"
