A/N: Here's the third chapter! There might even be a fourth tonight!
Morticia's POV
I heard a horn honk outside, and I eagerly looked out my window. It wasn't him. I watched as Ophelia skipped out the front door and hopped into the car. With who? Russell probabley stood me up. It was a joke, I know it was. But I don't even know why I cared that much, it wasn't like he was all that special to me. But he was my first date. I cause that counted as something. I heard another car honk as the one Ophelia was in drove away. It him, it was Russell! I ran down the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet. "Good-bye mother! I'll be back by ten!" I promised, kissing my mother on the cheek before heading out the door. I slided into the passengers seat next to Russell, giving him a warm smile. "Hi," I breathed, all out of breath.
He smiled back at me and started the car. I examined his choice of clothing. He wore a white shirt and a black vest over it, with black pants. His hair was combed down neatly. I looked down at my own outfit; a black skirt and tanktop, with black knee high boots. We arrived in the theater in no less than fifteen minutes. We ran into Ophelia, and her date. It was Gomez Addams, the boy from class. He looked at me and smiled, a glint in his eyes. I blushed and looked away. All four of us sat at the movie together. Ophelia left early, she said she felt sick. Russell offered to drive her home. I didn't mind, he had ignored me the entire night anyway. Gomez didn't mind much either, he said that Ophelia was all looks but no personality. I laughed. I stayed with him for the rest of the night. And he wasn't that bad of a guy. He was interested in the same things I was, and he loved to write poetry. His love for battle sparked my interest. When it was all over, we went out to his car. "Wait here, i'll be right back." He informed me. I nodded my head and stayed put. I looked up to the dark sky. It was quite pretty. It reminded me of death.
I heard chuckles from across the lot, and saw a group of men surrounding a pickup truck. They were holding alchol bottles, and ciggarettes rested in their mouths. I sneered when one of them whistled to me. "Look at her, what a peice of art." They catcalled. They made their way towards me. I clung to the car, wishing that Gomez would be back soon. Finally they reached me, and one of them reached out to touch me. I shrunk away. "Aww, come on. I'm not that bad of a guy once you get to know me," He licked his lips. Then one of his hands reached behind me and squezzed my arse. I slapped him in the face, causing him to remove his hand. He growled a little and then aimed to hit me. His hand grabbed onto my neck, and he squeezed. "What are you gonna do about it, ya little slu-" He was interuppted when someone punched him in the stomach, and he doubled over in pain.
"Get in the car, Morticia." A voice ordered. I didn't listen. I just stood there, trying to regain my breath. I watched as Gomez punched and kicked the other men that charged after him. "Morticia, get in the car!" He demanded. I followed this time, opening the car door and slipping inside. He quickly followed my lead and started the car. He drove quickly, and slowed down once he knew that we were far away from them. I looked at him in disbelief.
"Merci," I thanked him, hugging him once I got out of the car. He shot a look at me, panting.
"Is that french?" He asked, taking a big gulp. I nodded. "Its beautiful. Say it again." He asked.
"Oui," I giggled. Then I grabbed him by the hair and kissed him passionatly. It was truely something. His kisses were warm, they sent chills down my spine. It was the most splendid feeling. His tongue grazed against my bottom lip, and I parted my lips, letting his tongue slide through.
"Morticia!" A voice called. I looked at the door to see mother, waiting impatiently. I hugged Gomez one last time and said good-bye, running into the house.
"Bye Tish!" He waved.
A/N: Personally I think this is the best chapter.