A/N: As promised… a quick update! And I have the next chapter written as well… so expect chap. 10 to be up fairly soon…

And yes, I upped the rating… Dustin's a bit of a potty mouth…. Tsk tsk tsk.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mort.

On with the show.

Mort Rainey sat in the last row of the movie theatre. Mickenzie was near the middle, Dustin Redback had his arm protectively around her. Mort had followed them from the pizza place… their pizza place.

As the film ended, Mort watched closely. Dustin leaned in for a kiss and Mickenzie happily obliged. Mort watched, his ears fuming, his hands clenched in tight fists. The kiss lasted the entirety of the credits, as Mickenzie and Dustin got up and Mort slowly rose, the quarterback's eyes darted sharply toward Mort, "You!" he said pointing his sausage like finger at Mort. The boy froze. A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Aren't you in my writing class?"

Dustin whispered something to Mickenzie and charged up to Mort.

"Yeah you wrote that um, football story."
"I ought to ring your neck!"

"Why do you say that?"

"Leave us alone!"

Dustin was inches from Mort's face now. So close Mort could smell Mickenzie's perfume lingering on his shirt. Mickenzie's perfume.

"Why don't you leave US alone!"

Dustin's eyes grew wide and his ears turned red.

"She…dumped…you…MICKENZIE TOLD YOU TO LEAVE HER THE FU—"

"No She didn't."

Dustin swung. Making contact with Mort's glasses, shattering their plastic frames. The sharp shards of glass and plastic pierced through Dustin's calloused fist, he didn't even flinch.

"Have you had enough DORK?"

"Yes…"

"NO! That hurt you more than it hurt me… LOSER!"

Dustin's eyes bulged from his head and he stepped closer to Mort, his 6'5" frame towing over Mort's 5'9" frame. His warm breath fogging Mort's vision.

Two large body guards rushed in, a hysterical Mickenzie following them. They wrapped strong arms around Dustin and dragged him off. Mort stood. Grinning…..evilly.

"And now… my precious… we shall continue…." The voice in Mort's head began taunting.

Mickenzie was close to Mort. Her arms around him. Her fingers touching his bruising eye.

"I'm so sorry Mort…I didn't think…I mean…I thought he was going to talk to you…scare you…I mean…" Mickenzie began sobbing, "I'm so sorry…"

"Ssssh… don't cry," Mort soothed, his ink stained hands running through Mickenzie's hair, "He'll never bother us again, it's all right, baby, Mort's here… and he loves you…"

The next few days went like a blur for Mickenzie. She was ping ponged from Mort to Dustin. Dustin would comfort her… Mort would attempt to look like he loved her. It was scary. Mort would be touchy feely and mushy… Mickenzie would try and get him off, try to tell him they were over.

That Friday was Valentine's Day. Mort planned a romantic day for Mickenzie. He left a single red rose in her locker and gifts in various classes. At the end of the day, Mort had a bigger surprise. One that would prove to Mickenzie once and for all that he was her one true love.

Dun Dun Dun! Tune in Next time to find out what Mort has planned for his beloved on Valentine's Day… maybe the chapter will even be up BY Valentine's Day… ooohhh… sneaky…
(don't you like how the voice in Mort's head is kinda like Gollum… that might be freakier than the fact he HAS a voice in his head… lol.)

REVIEWS MORE WRITING!

Thanks for reading!