Okay... Sorry for making you wait so long for an update... But for like that past 2-3 weeks I've been sick and I'm just starting to get better again. And I watched secret window just a bit ago and I'm thinking 'hey I should add more to my story'


Which is what I did. But I don't know if it's up to...what I want it to be. Oh and also sorry for what Shooter say, or the way that he says it. I'm not really too sure how to type up the accent. heh.


Well... read on.

Mort felt his eyes widen as he glanced back into his house. Katie. Would she be alright in there? What if she came outside? What then?

"She's a beaut." Shooter smiled, his thick Southern (crossed with backwoods) drawl was in every word. Every letter.

Mort's eyes narrowed as he hastily stormed up to Shooter, "Leave. Now!"

"Not too loud. She'll will be wonderin' who your talkin' to."

"What do you want you ignorant hick?"

Shooter only smiled. A sickening smile. "It's a concern of mine that you ain't got any ideas for a story."

"I do too. I've got plenty."

Shooter, in turn, scolded at this in an annoyed way, "Like what?"

Mort stayed silent for a moment then shook his head, "I'm not telling you. You'll take my idea and say it was your own. That's what you did last time."

"My story had a better end." Shooter smiled again, "You agree, dontcha? After all, you used it."

"What do you mean?" Mort asked, raising an eyebrow. This hick was losing his mind. Even more so than it already was.

"You used it. Not in your 'lil story though."

Mort cracked his jaw, glancing back to the house. When he looked back to Shooter he was already walking away. "Where are you going?!"

"You told me to leave."

"Why did you come here in the first place?"

"A story... An idea for you."

Mort shifted his weight to his other foot, "What's the idea?"

"Has an older man who thinks he's changed and young, purtty gal... The man falls back into his old ways though. The gal is the one who has to suffer from it. Second to Secret Window" Shooter again started to walk, his back turned to Mort.

He disappeared into the trees just as Mort was just about to yell 'it's called a sequel.'

Mort took a step forward to chase after him, but Katie's voice held him back, "Are you ready?"

Mort and Katie walked side-by-side next to the lake, climbing and ducking over low branches.

"It's beautiful out here, Mort." She sighed happily, gazing around at the lakes and trees and everything else.

She was unaware that it sent chills up along his spine when she said his name. It just seemed to roll off her tongue in a silky smooth yet crisp way. He loved her. No! No, that isn't what he meant for himself to think. Mort couldn't love her. He loved when she said his name... Mort only has just met Katie, for not even a week yet. But she seemed to be the one for him. Mort did believe in love at first sight, didn't he? Well Mort was sure. The other half of Mort was trying to convince him that she was just eye-candy. Being alone in the woods...well, it made him lonely. And that's why he thought he loved her.

"Yes, yes I suppose it is." He answered after a few silent moments. Mort decided to throw Katie's name into some sentence. Maybe it would send chills up her spine. "I suppose I just haven't had time to really look at it. Always at home, Katie... Trying to make up some new story." Good job, Mort! He threw her name into it, said he was always at home (so she'd know that he would always be there with her), plus said trying to make up a new story which meant that he also cared about his career.

"Well alright. You hinted a few things to the girl. Do you honestly believe that she's going to fall into your arms and beg for you to take her?" The voice asked in the back of his mind.

"It would be nice." Mort mumbled while shrugging.

"What?" Katie asked, looking at him. She abruptly stopped. Mort also stopped walking, standing infront of her.

"What?"

"You just said 'it would be nice'. What would be nice?"

"It would be nice to..." Mort's eyes darted to the lake, "to have a nice, hot day...To take a swim in the lake."

She smiled, "Yeah..." Though Katie accepted this answer, she did not start walking. She only stood there, infront of him, gazing into his chocolate brown eyes with a soft smile on her lips. Mort tilted his head to the slide, his eyes gazing back into hers. Softly, he bit his bottom lip. He wanted to kiss her, but knew he had to resist.

So there Katie stood, smiling sweetly, putting a hand through her hair and Mort just stood infront of her in an awkward, in a not knowing what to do way. Mort opened his mouth to say something clever, witty, and charming but no words came from his mouth. That was probably better anyways. He'd probably make himself look like a jackass. But even though no words came out, a strange gurgling sound did.

Katie eyes fell to her shoes and Mort winced at this on the inside. Did she think her feet were more interesting than Mort himself? "Maybe we should be getting back now."

"Why?" Mort questioned all too suddenly in a too much of a demanding, yet weak way.

"I should be getting home." She told him softly, turning away, beginning to walk in the direction of Mort's home.

Mort ventured forth though, "More important plans?"

"You mean do I have important things than to spend time with you?" He could hear the delight in Katie's voice at this. She turned her head and smiled at him and of course, in return, he smiled back. "Why? Will you miss me?"

"I-" Mort swallowed. Yes. Yes he would miss her. Very much. "Well I just think my house will get messy."

"Then I'll come back tomorrow."

"You have the day off tomorrow." Mort scowled himself at this. Why'd he point it out to her?

"Well... A cleaning lady's work is never done." She shrugged, "I'll come back anyway."

"Okay, great." He said with a stupid grin. Mort scowled himself again and tried to make his voice sound uncaring, "So, what are you plans for tonight."

"I'm hanging out with my boyfriend tonight." These words made all of the happiness the Mort felt at the moment instantly disappear. Cracking his jaw, Mort nodded.

"Oh."

"Maybe you could meet him tomorrow?"She asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Alright." Mort shrugged. Katie smiled and started walking again. But Mort stayed behind for a few moments longer as he looked to the lake. How could Mort make Katie love him if she loved someone else?

"That's just it. You can't. She loves her boyfriend, who's most likely her age. You can't do anything about it."

"Ha." Mort laughed silently as he put his hands in his pockets, following Katie. This was a challenge from his 'better half'. Mort would take up this challenge without second thought, "Well maybe you're right. Maybe I can't do anything about it. But I know someone who can."

For that time Mort was glad he saw Shooter. The hick was bound to return sometime and when he did, Mort had a job for him.

And for the next chapter: Mort meets the boyfriend...