A/N: Well Hello! I haven't updated in a while. But I've had the story all along. You see, I lost the notebook, found the notebook, lost the notebook, and finally found the notebook. I'm really sorry that I didn't update it sooner. And I left off at quite a cliffhanger. Sorry.
and as you know, I don't own Mort, I don't own Todd Downey, I own what you aren't familiar with.

Lets Begin now.

The room looked like an attic. There were no walkways, chairs, mirrors and trees packed like sardines into it. Mickenzie grabbed Mort's hand so she wouldn't get lost in this maze.

"I've never been here before…" Mickenzie said looking up at the lard wood beams that held up the ceiling. "How'd you know about it? I mean, it's sorts of the drama departments little secret and…" Mort put his forefinger to his lips and silenced Mickenzie.

Truth was, Mort researched. He stayed after school looking for the perfect place.

He led Mickenzie to the very back of the room, and down the three stairs into the "costume room". There sat Dustin bound, gagged, and wearing a wedding dress. His once broad frame now looking somewhat small, scrawny. He didn't struggle. He just sat still, eyes darting, never meeting Mickenzie's.

"Dustin…" Mickenzie rushed to him and buried her head in the ruffled skirt of his lap. "I'm so sorry…." She sobbed. Knowing that everything was her fault…if he were to… if anything were to happed to him, Mickenzie could never forgive herself.

"This the boy you was lookin' for, little lady?"

"Let him go!" she cried clinging to Mort's leg.

" I'm afraid I can't do that. I don't take my orders from you…"

"Mort please! Leave him alone! He didn't do anything! Do what you want to me, but please just let Dustin go!"

Mort stared at the girl; she'd given him permission to do what he wanted. Todd Downey would take advantage of this; he had no feelings, no conscience. Mort Rainey valued Mickenzie and didn't want her to hurt.

"Stop now! Leave her alone! Just let Dustin and Mickenzie go!"

"I'm afraid, Mr. Rainey that I can't let you do that…"

"Let me! I'm asking you to leave them alone!"

"So they can be sinful! So they can continue to fall…"

"Stop!"

"In love"

"Stop!"

"Right…"

"Please!"

"Under"

"Shut up!"

"Your"

"I warned you!"

"Nose"

Mort grabbed a chair and bashed Dustin's head. The quarterback began to struggle; Mort hit him again this time with an umbrella. The struggling stopped.

"Now we can continue our love. Forever…"

Sorry that this is so short. I mean… I have the next chapter written, but I want you all to beg for it! mwahahaha!

Oh yeah, and I don't own that prop room, it's the property of the WVHS Theatre Dept. yee haw.

Anywho, if you beg me… I'll update soon!