Over the fence ch. 9
by
Mastermindhunter
Rico adjusted his tie, in the mirror. Private walked up next to him, and smiled at the handsome human in the mirror. Rico was looking at his tuft, wondering if he should slick it down. It wasn't very sophisticated, and rather rebellious looking. Gwyneth's father probably thought that looked a little questionable. Still, it was something unique about his appearance, and he considered it to be very special. Everyone had something special. Skipper had commando skills, and witty little word play. Private had that charming british accent. Even Kowalski had his reputation of a very proud and yet overreactive personality.
"It's sort of funny, actually. When we look in the mirror, we expect to see feathers and beaks, but this is totally different." He looked at Private, holdig his hands outstretched. "Hmm something seems to be missing. Ooh I've got it" he ran out of the hotel, and Rico looked outside and saw Private outside climbing a tree that was rather tall a bulky. Private then reached for something on one of the branches. Whatever it was, popped off, and he came running back up. When he entered the room, he held a rather fresh perfect little acorn. "I always heard that when you wear an acorn around your neck, it's supposed to help in relationships. It might help." He strung a string through the bulk of the nut, and put it over Rico's head. He tucked it in his under shirt, and looked at the clock. It was eight fifty five. He was dead nervous. Gwyneth was so beautiful. He felt undeserving, and not worthy. The headed downstairs. They zoomed to the front of the lavished hotel. The noticable taxi pulled up to the entrance to the hotel. Bill looked at Rico with a raised eyebrow, implying that he better not hurt his daughter if he knew what was good for him.
"Now I want you to be careful with my daughter, Rico. I know every street in Manhattan."
"Dad would you cool it?" Gwyneth got out, and smiled to Rico in the same way she usually did. She was simply beautiful. A scarlet red scally cap was over her head. She wore a beautiful green blouse with black ruffles on the collar, that matched her green eyes. It looked too cute, so she was definitly looking forward to this evening. She wore black bellbottom dress pants that were very neatly trimmed. Her shoe was a simple black slip on shoe. It looked very cute on her slender leg. She walked up to him, and smiled. He returned the grin, and left the entrance of the hotel. She waved goodbye to the boys who watched her leave.
They left for the Brooklyn Bridge. It was simply the biggest bridge Rico had ever seen. "Wow I could see this bridge a million times, and never get tired of it. Would you like to walk across it on the walking part?" Rico smiled, and nodded. She held his hand. It made Rico blush darkly. As they walked, Gwyneth told him about the city, and a few things about the bridge. "You know, this bridge has been here since 1883. Can you believe it's been here since that time?" Rico had let his mouth drop in authentic surprise. It did seem like a long time, for him. They had passed a few people on the bridge. Rico watched as taxis and large cars drove past. It felt good to not be afraid of them, and to actually be able to walk along the path with humans that looked just like him. Gwyneth was staring in the direction of the west. The water seemed to turn red like the color of the inside of a grapefruit. Along the water, the sun was turning a brilliant orange, and looked very warm, and intense. They leaned on the side, as they saw the sun go down, and sunset on the bridge. Gwyneth leaned on him a little, trying to ease the pressure of her fake leg. Rico put his hand over her shoulder. He gently pressed his head ahead hers, and laughed. She returned the laugh, and walked back to the the end to return to the side of Manhattan.
"So where are we headed to now, Rico?"
He let out a garbled laugh, and clutched her hand, and ran toward the road. "Whoah easy there Rico. You go way too fast for someone who always wears a tux." He stopped, and considered what Private had said about humans being fragile, and very sensitive animals. Gwyneth was out of breath clutching her wrist a little. He had a guilty look on his face, and stuck his lower lip out in a sad pose, to say he was sorry. She smiled at him. "It's alright, Rico. You are very colorful, and fun, and I like that." He smiled, and hugged her letting out a huffed "Yay." He held his hand out to grab a taxi. One stopped to pick them up. He looked almost as pale as Gwyneth, and had strawberry blonde hair. He raised an eyebrow at the couple.
"Hey Gwyneth." he said with a relaxed tone.
"Hey Taylor." she sighed. "Let me guess. Did dad send you out here to pick me up?" He shook his head. Rico looked at her surprised. She shrugged and smiled with a pink aura surrounding her cheeks. He looked at the taxi driver once more, and tilted his head slightly. "When you have a taxi driver as a dad, you know alot of them, I guess." Rico smiled, his teeth glistening. Rico opened the door, and she lightly held Rico's hand as she climbed in, and slipped inside without trouble. The taxi smelled of french vanilla. It was actually rather clean, regardless of the constant rumor of dirty taxis. Rico huffed out "top of rock."
"You got it, pal." He drove through the streets till they reached the GE building. It seemed to stretch straight into the air. Rico grabbed her hand, and strutted with her over to the building. They jumped into the elevator, and pushed the top floor. The elevator lights went off, and on the clear glass cieling, there were many famous moments in time, then after all the impressive moments montage, the elevator said "Welcome to top of the rock." They stepped out to the observation deck. The wind blew Gwyneth's hair back, as she leaned against the railing looking with a loving view at the beautiful city. Rico looked as well, but was then awe struck as he gazed out to the city. It was amazing. The empire state building was giving off a white glow, with orange underneath.
"You know," Gwyneth leaned on the railing next to him. "Some people say that if you toss a penny off the empire state building, it would be like a bullet, and either go through someone's head, or dent the cement below." She looked out to the building in the distance. "The truth is that the walls of the building arent straight up and down. There are layers. If you look over the side, there is a sill that surrounds the area. it's littered with pennies. Pretty funny huh?" That did seem pretty silly. To the left was the Crysler building. It's scaled appearance reminded Rico of a giant fish. A little bit further than that, was the bridge from where they were earlier. The brooklyn bridge stretched far into the horizon. Every little light twinkled and sparkled in the night. Along the other side of the observation deck, the flat iron building stood with its crooked top diagonal to the rest of it's neihboring buildings. He looked out towards the far left, to see Central Park. He had never felt so important in his life, as he did just now.
Gwyneth looked over at the pay binoculars. She grabbed a few quarters out of her pocket, and fed them through the slot. She tried to hop up to the circular bar, but had trouble balancing. Rico held her waist to help her stand. She grasped the giant rotating knobs, and looked through the large bulging structure. She smiled through them, and turned them around, she turned all the way to Rico, and was surprised when Rico was infront of them. She screamed briefly shocked, and almost tumbled back. Rico quickly ran behind her, and caught her before she could fall to the floor. He briefly paused, and stared into her eyes. He couldn't look away. She was so beautiful, and he found it very surprising that she was staring back at him. Her intense green eyes looked at him for a moment, and couldn't look away. She suddenly blinked, and chuckled.
"Thank you. That was close. It's sometimes hard for me to get up, when I fall. Don't think me weak though. Everybody has a weakness. Mine just so happens to be falling down." She got back to her feet, and smiled up to Rico. He smiled back to her. She was such a strong human. Perhaps the boys were wrong about her. He could spend every day with Gwyneth. She was shivering slightly. rico looked at her, and seemed concerned. he put two fingers on her arm. It was like ice. She smiled, and shrugged.
He let out a low "Hmm" His face tightened in deep thought. He then smiled, his face lighting up. He started unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket, and shrugging out of it. His white shirt showed underneath. He casted it over Gwyneth, accidentally shoving her scally cap down, and over her eyes. She giggled, and he gently pulled it up, revealing once again her gorgeous eyes. The scally hat trapped all the hair, and pulled it out of her eyes. Her face was clear, and innocent. they juped back into the elevator, once they were done.
"You didn't have to do that, you know." She smiled. He looked over to her, and raised his eyebrows. She was shrugging out of the coat, and held it out for Rico to take back. "I should have packed a jacket in case. It shouldn't be your job to freeze for my mistakes." She looked away rubbing her upper arm, embarrased by her actions. Rico laughed, and made raspberry noises. He grabbed Gwyneth's frozen hands, and put them up to his warm face. She felt that he was in great tempature. She noticed that her hands were touching his face, and quickly pulled away.