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BBRae Fan Fiction!

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Chapter 9: Perplexing Passion.


The sun peaked its way over the mountain tops, as the early morning set a new trend for the day. The weather was warm, humid and sunny with absolutely new rain. It was the perfect climate for early morning meditation that Rachel barely had time to indulge in. However, at the moment she was not even near a meditative state. She was thinking deeply and thoroughly, through the past couple of days. 'Could I actually have feeling for the green twerp?'

The semi-hot cup of herbal tea laid inside of her soft, pale palm. Everything would be absolutely perfect, if it had not been for her mystifying feelings. "Morning, Rachel."

A hasp of surprise exited her lightly shaded lips. Normally, with Garfield's clumsy, noisy nature, he couldn't have surprised a blind and deaf cat, but her thoughts must have distracted her current hearing. "Hello."

Gar grinned, "I scared you, didn't I Rae-Rae."

"How many times have I told you, not to call me that?" Rachel growled, her eyes flashing dangerously. Even the breakfast table seemed to shake in fear when she glared. "What do you want? I'm busy."

Laughter lit up his face when he spoke, and he placed his fingers inside of his occupied pocket. "I got a surprise for you."

"It isn't more flowers, is it?"

"Nope, guess again." Garfield laughed, he could already see the annoyance on her face.

Rachel scowled, she really wasn't in the mood for this. Mornings were already bad enough without him bugging her. "If you wish to speak to me, I'll be in my room."

"Wait." Gar cried, quickly dropping his little guessing game. Anger was hardly the emotion, he wanted to instill in her mind at the moment.

She groaned, this was making is awfully hard for not to get mad at him. Jerking around, she stared him down with her sternest look. "This better be fast."

Surprisingly, he still seemed to be unfazed. Garfield Logan was the only living person that did not fear her glares, and that agitated her even more. "I got us tickets to see that guy, you like so much."

"Do you mean Jacob Maneuver?" Rachel asked, completely shocked. A few weeks ago Rachel had heard that Jacob, a extremely good author, was coming to town. However, tickets to see his presentation were expensive because he also acted in several movies that star-struck fans were crazy over. The production was primarily about his book, though. 'How did he know that I wanted to see that?'

"Yep, that's the one."

Grabbing the tickets from him, she eyed the seating arrangements carefully. Not only did he get tickets, but they were front row seats. "I can't except it."

"What." Without hesitation, she shoved the tickets back into his fingers.

"Those tickets did not come cheap. It was be completely unorthodox of me to accept such a present."

He was going to make her come, whether he dragged her by the arms or not. "But, I want you to come. Plus, it would be nice to have the presence of such a stunning young woman."

Rachel scoffed, a soft tendril of purple hair fluttered into her face. "False flattery does not work on me, Mr. Logan."

"Don't make me get Kori; I'm sure she will not hesitated to drag you."

Rachel growled, "I am no longer weakened, Garfield. I am sure that she no longer has the ability to drag me anywhere."

"Alright, you're a strong woman. Please, Please, Please come!" He whimpered, climbing on his knees. "I will kiss your feet for a month."

"What a tempting offer, but no."

Garfield yelped, his eyes round and pleading. "Please! I'll do you're inventory work, when you have to work at the library again."

"Alright."

"Yes, you're the greatest!" Garfield yelled, lunging at her with open arms. The moment he had her in his embraced, she successfully kicked his groin in defiance. Nobody touched Rachel Roth without former consultation.

"You deserved that."


To Ms. Rachel Roth,

I must regret to inform you that you have been called to trial. The trial will be held on January 1st, due to medical damaged sustained by Marx Chum. You have the right to hire a lawyer of your personal choice. If you have any further questions, contacts shall be reached at 555-555-555-555.

Sincerely,

Latin McNairy

Rachel slammed her fists against the finely cut table. The piece of furniture groaned underneath her angry palms, and she could feel herself begin to shake. The bastard had the gall to bring up charges against her, when she was the one who had been shot.

"What's wrong?" Gar hollered, galloping into the room as fast as his legs could carry him. Grave anger was painted across her face, but he ignored it. Hopefully, her agitation wasn't because of him.

She grimaced, "The jackass that nearly killed me is brining up charges."

He was surprised to find that the guy was still alive. After the shooting, the man hadn't even twitched a muscle. "But, I thought he died or something'."

She whispered, stress was visible upon her pale flesh. Their was no way she had enough money to pay for the man's medical bills or a lawyer. She was definitely going to have to drop out of college, and get a full time job. "No, Gar. I only stabbed him with a pen. The rib cage protects the heart, I hadn't gotten the pen past that point."

It was strange to see her that upset; her head was clutched in her hands and her shoulders were shaking. She didn't appear to be crying, but she was obviously upset. "Don't worry, we'll get him Rae! We can hire the best lawyer in the country!"

"No, damn it! I'm not like you Garfield! I'm poor, and I can't even afford a cheap lawyer. At this rate, I'm going to have to drop out of school." She shrieked, pounding her hands against the table again.

This was bad, she hadn't even bothered to yell at him for calling her the nickname; and, she always yelled at Garfield for calling her the pet name. "I'll pay for it. I am rich after all."

"I don't do charity!"

He smiled, and rubbed back in comfort. "This isn't charity! After you get out of college, you can pay me back."

She whimpered, "I don't know."

He laughed, it was already working. Pushing her buttons was actually becoming slightly easier. "Come on, it's not like I have anything better to do with the money. After all, I already got three swimming pools. What more could a man want in life?"

"I guess!" She whispered, removing her head from her hands.

He yelled, dancing around. The smile he wore could even blind the sun, with its display of ever-lasting happiness. "Yes! We're going to get that guy good, Rae!"

"My name is Rachel." She growled, smacking him about the head. This only made Garfield smile even more. She was going back to normal, and he was glad.

"Hey, Gar."

She was looking at him oddly. He couldn't ever recall being looked at, like that before. Their was a soft glow in her eyes, that he had never seen. "Yes, Rachel."

"Thanks for everything." She whispered, leaning forward and embracing him.

At first, he tensed in shock; but, that did not last long. His arms embraced her body, and his fingers gently caressed her hair. Everything seemed to perfect. "No problem."


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Authors Note:

That may have been slightly confusing, so I apologize! Latin McNairy is Marx Chum's lawyer, and Marx was also the one who shot Rachel; he was also the one that she stabbed with a pencil, which is why he was pressing charges.

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