A/N: Well here it is. Chapter 10. After all of the begging and pleading… I'm hurrying with this update… can't say much for Chapter 11… but here's #10.
Thank you to all of you who reviewed. Hope this satisfies your intense hunger for… Puppy Love….
disclaimer: After 10 chapters and 6 months… I finally own Mort Rainey. No longer is he the property of Stephen King… HAHAHAHA seriously… I do not own him.

It starts…

"Happy Vday, Babe!" Dustin said, slinging his arm around Mickenzie. He kissed the tip of her nose and smiled, "Do I have plans for you!"

"Like what!" She said, her eyes wide, a smile creeping across her face. She opened her locker and grabbed her spiral, without taking her focus off Dustin for a moment. Her slim fingers wrapped themselves around not her spiral, but, "Ow… that…Dustin… did you…. That's so sweet!" She pulled the rose out and opened the card.
Dustin stood with a ridiculous grin on his face.

"Eyes like diamonds

Smile like a star

I love you Mickenzie

Just the Way you are

Happy Valentine's Day!

I love you!

Mort"

Mickenzie dropped the rose and it's card. The red petals tearing under feet. Dustin bent and picked the card up reading it, his smushed chiseled face went from comfort to rage.

"I told that asshole to leave us the fuck alone!"

Armed with the note, he stalked up to Mort. The boy was at his locker, skinny arms overflowing with books and papers.

"Hey DORK!" Dustin knocked the stack out of Mort's quivering arms, Mort smiled and scrambled to gather the loose papers. Dustin put his size 11 sneaker on one, causing Mort to stand up. His eyes were steady and unafraid.
"I'm afraid your messin' with the wrong boy, Mr. Redback,"

"What's with the deep south act, loser?

"This ain't no act, pilgrim."

"Pilgrim? Who the hell do you think you are, John Wayne!"

Mort smiled and grabbed his books and walked bravely down the hall.

Mickenzie gathered small gifts over the day. teddy bears, flowers, chocolates, each one accompanied with a poem, story, or simple, "I Love you!". It made Mickenzie sick. She and Dustin were together. She and Mort were history. With Dustin, Mickenzie had the potential to be popular. She could do anything, but as long as Mort continued following her, following like a lost puppy, she was nobody.

Mickenzie sat still in the front seat of Dustin's Malibu Convertible, her hands were folded over her short skirt, nervously picking at the fabric. Dustin wasn't there, he hadn't come yet.

"It's nice to see you again, Pilgrim."

"You won't do anything, MORT…"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about, pilgrim, Mort ain't, he ain't never was…"

"well, then who the hell are you!"

"My my… don't we have a potty mouth…"

"God, you're insane, a goddamned lunatic!"

"Maybe I oughta plug up that potty mouth…"

He shoved one of Dustin's sweat socks into mouth, down his throat and sealed it with duct tape. The jock struggled.

"You oughta just leave Mickenzie alone, pilgrim. If you'd a just left her and Mr. Rainey be… well I wouldn't haveta do this…but seein' as you can't keep outta their lives well…"

Mickenzie looked at her watch. It wasn't like Dustin to be so late. She grabbed her purse, opened the car door and walked, enraged (and worried) back into the school. She asked a few of Dustin's teammates if they'd seen him, with each jock, she got another "No… sorry… hott stuff…"

The school was eerily quiet, it being Friday, the teachers had all gone home and the jocks were all on their way out.

"I feel like Michael Myers in going to jump out at me any minute…" Mickenzie said out loud with a nervous laugh. She could feel eyes on her.

"Dustin!" She cried breaking into a quick walk. "Babe! This isn't funny anymore! This is not a Valentine's Day surprise!"

"Micky…"

"Dustin!"

"Mick, run…hurry…he's insane…"

"Dustin, where are you!"

"Just run!"

Mickenzie ran full speed toward the voice. Running smack into… Mort.

"Mort! I'm sorry! Have you seen Dustin? I think he's playing some sort of cruel joke…"
"I ain't seen no Dustin, little lady…"

"Mort, your drawl, it's stronger… are you playing some sort of part?"

"I ain't playin' nothin'… and I believe you have me mixed up with this Mort character…"

"You are Mort! Why are you acting like this!"

"My name ain't Mort. I'm Todd. Todd Downey, ma'am. Nice to meet you."

"You're Mort Rainey! Todd Downey… is your character! In the stories!"

"I'm afraid you dun put yourself in a bad situation, little lady…and now…maybe we'll go find that little boyfriend of yours…"

Mort led Mickenzie to the back of the school…a room she'd never seen, but heard a lot about: The Prop room.

And that's all she wrote.
I'm sure anyone who has ever been in a prop room knows how creepy they are! And you can imagine the sort of danger Mickenzie is in… or will be in.

The more reviews… the quicker I'll update!
Happy Valentine's Day!