A/N: the next installment is in... but I really don't like this title. Please seriously, if anyone can think of a better title.. I'm open to suggestions.

Thanks to all of you who reviewed.

Disclaimer: Still have no legal ties to Morton Rainey or any other aspects of Secret Window... but in time...

On with the show!

"well Morton, how was your first day of school?" the short plump woman looked adoringly at her son. Her husband, the boy's father, had deserted them when Mort was still very young. And Myra Rainey worked two jobs to support their family. When she was offered the promotion and move to New York, she jumped at the chance. The people in Kentucky knew too much... they suspected things, bad things....

"It was ok, I guess." Mort said, pretending to be into his Geometry homework. In actuality, the boy had other things on his mind... Mickenzie for one. It was times like these he wished that his father would have stuck around. You can't ask you mother for advice. The voice in his head taunted. "I can't" he replied outloud.

"Can't what?" Myra asked. Smiling at her son.

"can't figure out the 3rd side of the triangle." Mort lied. He was a terrible liar. Always had been. It was so much easier for him to write. To submerge himself with the fantasy of literature...

That night, Mort sat down at his desk. His old typewriter smiled back at him. He had begun a story, but wasn't very pleased with it. He took the paper from the spool. He reread what he wrote:

In the days that followed his move, Mike Greadley made no friends. He didn't need to. All he needed was his typewriter. But the big city would not allow him to be alone.

"This is terrible!" he said, ripping the page in two. He put a fresh piece of paper in and began composing, but this was not his typical story... it was a note for Mickenzie.

Dear Mickenzie,

I know that we only met today, but when I first saw you, I saw something other than you. I saw your eyes, and into them. you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. This is not a line, it is the God's honest truth. I may be too young for anything serious, but I would like nothing more than to share a meal with you. I would like to take you out to dinner... if you will have me. I'm sorry that I could not ask you this in person, I am quite a fool with words... when spoken. I fancy myself a writer and it is much easier for me to write this than it would be for me to pick up a phone or look you in your sea deep eyes.

If you accept this invitation please meet me on the School's patio after school... around 3.

I shall be waiting for you and I hope to see you there.

Sincerely,

Morton Rainey.

Mort carefully reread his letter. Though not completely satisfied, he had never written anything like this before. And was unexperienced in this style. With a sigh he slowly folded his note and put it delicately into an envelope. He wrote "Mickenzie" on it's front and stuck it into his Geometry book.

Mort wiped his sweaty palms off on his sweatpants and got into bed. Tomorrow would be the most important day of his life. Tomorrow would tell if he was "Don Juan" or "Donald Duck". He laughed to himself and shut his eyes. Dreaming of what tomorrow could bring.

So that's this chapter. I hope that y'all liked it. I'm hoping that I can write longer chapters to come. And I am open to any and all suggestions... anything you might like to add to the plot, any characters... the title... etc.