Mort walked in, leading Amy by the hand. He walked over to the pool table and stopped "Want a game or do you want to try those brain rotting video games?"
"Your choice."
Amy smiled, "I could beat you in both."
"Pool then"
Mort said, reaching down and starting to put the balls on the table. He started to rearrange them as he handed Amy a pool cue.
Amy set the white ball in the center and got ready to shoot. "I hate pool." she muttered before hitting it and breaking the triangle.
"You want to play something else?"
Mort said, hesitating slightly as he picked up his own cue.
"Just shoot, silly..."
Amy smirked, leaning on the table.
Mort bent down on the table at an odd angle probably not within human boundries and hit the cue ball. It pinged off and hit a red which circled a gutter before stopping "Awwww..."
Amy didn't move. She kept her eyes in a dreamy stare at him. Although he was simply bone, Amy couldn't help but think he was the most attractive guy she had ever seen.
mort looked up at Amy and blushed gently, he knew that she could tell "What?" he asked, looking down and rubbing the handle of pool cue.
Amy's stare broke, "N-nothing."
Mort stared at the cue that he had been rubbing and stopped when he saw he was almost leaving marks "Why are you staring Amy?"
Amy's eyes shot to the table and she aligned her pole, "I'm not starring...." she hit the ball, getting two balls in.
Crap....he saw me
Mort was grinning and blushing to himself, leaning down to hit the cue ball. He managed to get a ball in himself.
Amy grinned and looked down at the table, "You go again."
Mort stared at the cue pool, set it down, and suddenly an arm bone slid out from the depths of his sleeve. He lay flat along the table and smacked the ball with it. It rolled along and pinged off two balls, both of which rolled into a pocket.
Amy shook her head, "Should've seen that one coming."
Mort wriggled his backside gently as he shot at another ball. The cue ball slowed before it got there and just chipped it slightly so it didn't move.
Amy walked over and hit Mort with her hip, pushing him away, "Showoff." She aimed for her shot.
Mort grinned again as she pushed him sideways. He stared at her now as she took the shot, smiling softly.
Amy got one of her balls in and one of Mort's. "Oops."
Mort chuckled softly and went to take his shot. The bone that he was using for a cue slipped however and the white sped off without hitting a single ball "Whoops..."
Amy leaned against the table with her butt and looked at Mort carefully, "Did you do that on purpose?"
"If it was on purpose I would have potted several of your balls in the process"
Mort said, humming to himself gently.
Amy smiled and placed her hands folded on her chest, "Your mood has really improved since last week."
Around you Mort thought "Im trying to move on.." he said outloud.
"That's good."
Amy smiled, "I like you like this."
Mort blushed again, wishing Amy couldn't see "And I've done what I've promised and not snuck into your room and spied on you" he said, laughing gently.
Amy raised a non-existing brow. "But still....that means you would have..."
Mort put on a haughty manour "I would never do that. I've thought about it... but I would never do it."
"Although there really wouldn't be a point to it. I was naked with you on our first date, right?"
Amy grinned, meaning the first time they met.
"I wasn't, until you striped me"
Mort said, crossing his arms and tapping a skeletal foot. He didn't wear shoes as such, sometimes when he wanted to hide his feet he wore plastic bin bags but it felt much easier to walk around barefoot.
Amy smiled, keeping a laugh inside, "Couldn't help myself."
Mort smiled again "I bet you do that to every living skeleton you know."
Amy stuck her tongue out, "Nah, your my one and only skeletor!"
"Who?"
Mort asked, puzzled by the strange reference. He rubbed his elbow gently as the arm bone slid back into place.
"Umm...never mind. He was the antagonist in 'He-man'"
Amy told him.
"Uhhh... Rawr!"
Mort said, raising his hands in a strange attacking way "Im your He-man anyway."
With that,
Amy grabbed his head and pulled it off his spine. "Yea yea....your all talk."
"Hey.."
Mort said, looking sadly at Amy "I was having a little flash of dignity there."
Feeling playful,
Amy brought his skull closer to her face. She nuzzled her nose with his boney nasal arch. "But your too cute to not play with."
mort blushed brightly, or he would have done if he had skin. "One day you're going to go too far and Im going to wake up with myself scattered around the place aren't I..." he said.
Amy smiled, "Yup." She walked over to his body and stood on her tippy toes. She fastened his head back on securely. However she found herself accidentally rubbing her chest up against his rib cage. Amy was extremely thankful that he couldn't feel anything. She went to take another shot on the pool table.
Mort blushed even brighter as Amy brushed against him. He couldn't feel it but he saw it. He cursed himself again, he wanted to feel that so much.
Amy made her shot as if nothing had happened. Part of her knew that he saw it though....this caused her cheeks to glow a bright reddish.
Mort looked down at where his nose should be, or tried to at least "Do I have... you on my nose?"
"Hm?"
Amy asked, walking closer. "Ohh...looks a little damp-" Her eyes widened, "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!"
"I just need to get it off before you strip me again..."
Mort mumbled "No biggy though, it was nice."
Amy turned around and blushed heavily. She could feel her cheeks practically bubbling,
'it...was nice?'
Mort meeped, he felt sudden danger right now "It was nice..." he mumbled "Someone actually pulled me close... literally."
Amy kept facing the other way, refusing to look at him. She didn't want him to see her blushing so badly. "Shut up...." she mumbled.
Mort stared at the floor, rubbing his arm gently. He'd thought he'd said something wrong.
God I've ruined it haven't I... he thought to himself.
Amy seemed to click. She turned and leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly. Amy dug her head against his ribs, diminishing his shirt.
And there goes another one Mort thought in some part of his mind before wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close. He blushed brightly as she hugged him, wondering why she was doing this.
"You idiot.....maki
ng me blush like that." Amy whispered in a frustrated tone.
Mort stroked her gently "I'm sorry" he mumbled, not meaning a word "But you look so pretty when you blush."
Amy blushed a bit more. "Stop! Your doing it on purpose!"
"Of course I am" Mort laughed "The more you blush the prettier you get."
Even when she was a normal looking human, no one had ever told her such nice things. She was always in her parent's basement, performing experiments by herself. Amy acted out of impulse and kissed him on his teeth, she didn't know what else to do. When she realized what she was doing, Amy quickly cut the kiss and let go of Mort. "I-I'm sorry..." she muttered, backing away.
Mort stared at Amy as she kissed him, his eyes grew wide. He stared at her as she backed away. "It's fine" he said lightly "Totally fine..." There was a little flash and the tiny light that were his eyes winked out as he fell backwards.
Amy leaned forwards to grab his wrist and prevent him from falling. Unfortunately, she missed.
Mort hit the ground with a clatter. Some bones skidded away as he seemed to deflate inside the hoody, with nothing keeping him up now his bones were collapsing inwards.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Amy said in a panic, holding her hands up to her cheeks.
Mort sat up suddenly, letting out a loud cough. Unfortunately he wasn't totally in control and his skull flew across the room with the speed which he had sat up.
The skull flew at Amy, who unthinkingly caught it. "Mortimer?" she asked.
One of Mort's eyes were larger than the other. He burbled gently to himself "Twan I monker" he mumbled, almost falling off her hands "Smooooooooooooooootch."
Amy set his skull on the pool table and kneeled down next to it so she was eye level with him, "Mortimer? Your scaring me..."
Mort giggled gently, focusing his mis-matched eyes on Amy "Girlyfriend" he giggled "Sooooooooo cute." He tried to rock towards her "You're the first person to like me" he said "First one. Noooooooone else." He rocked right off the edge of the table and face down onto the floor "Lovels you!"
Amy leaned down to pick him up, but she stopped when h said the word, 'love'. Surely he didn't mean it. Amy knew that she liked him....a lot. But love was a new step altogether.
Mort grinned as he flipped his own head the right way up. He stared at Amy, an almost insane look on his face that she couldn't see "I doooooo... but I can wait." His eyes were going back to normal "I can wait for you."
Amy shook her head and stood, backing away a couple feet, "I- I can't do this...it's too strange."
Mort shook his head gently, trying to clear it. He stared at Amy then cursed loudly "I-I'm sorry" he said quickly "I didn't mean to.... I wasn't going to tell... I...." I stared at the floor "You can just go if you want."
Amy walked to the door and turned the knob. She stopped and looked back at Mort. He looked so sad and sorry.
Mort stared at her with a look of utter almost crushing pain in his eyes. "Im sorry" he mumbled to her "I.. I never meant to..."
"What happened?" Amy asked, taking cautious steps back to him.
"I guess I sort of freaked out when you... when you.." Mort almost whispered, staring at the floor. If he had any way of doing so, he'd be crying. He didn't know if he could take another person leaving him.
"You know..." Amy said as she sat next to his head on the floor, "Although it was gibberish....it was very sweet of you. Thank you Mortimer." Her eyes were calm and dreamy as she looked down at him.
Mort stared at the floor "Im sorry for saying it like that.." he mumbled "But I really do love you... it might just be reflex because you're the first person to really want to spend time with me but I do care for you."
"No, you don't love me. Please Mortimer, don't tell me that if you don't mean it. We have only known eachother for a week. What you feel now is merely infatuation." Amy explained.
Mort stared at the floor, she was probably right but he couldn't control his heart. "If you say so" he mumbled "If you want to go you can... I'll follow you soon."
Amy smiled, he was so thoughtful. "But oh- what did you mumble? 'Girlyfriend' was it?" With a smile, she rubbed his skull with her hand, "I accept."
Mort looked up at her, smiling gently "Thank you..." He slide sideways gently until he lay his head against her hip.
"Now...let's get you put back together." Amy clapped. She crawled over and yanked Mort's pants, dragging the bones in it over to them.
"You go ahead" Mort said gently "I'll do that." He slid himself over to the rest of him slowly, trying to get in the hood.
"You sure? I would be happy to help." Amy told him.
"I'll be fine" Mort said in an overly cheery voice as some more pieces began to drag towards his body.
"Ok, as long as you are sure. See you in a bit, Mortimer." Amy told him before walking out to the entrance hall.
As soon as MOrt was sure she was gone he let out a loud frustrated groan. His body got up, grabbed his head and began banging it into the floor "Stupid stupid stupid stupid!" he said loudly.
As silent as she could, Amy peeked her head into the room
Mort was busy smashing himself over the head with a cue pool, stopping when it almost broke in his hands. Sighing he just began to beat his head on the floor again "you damn idiot..." he told himself "She'll never love you now."
Amy's breathing stopped. Her heart practically skipped a beat. She almost felt as though she could collapse from his words. With all her might, she fought it and was silent.
Mort stopped after a few moments, just kneeling there on the ground. He beat the floor with a fist at times, letting out a small sob sometimes. "Why" he whimpered "why am I the only one with such a horrible life but I cant end it..."
Amy couldn't sit back and watch any longer. "Mortimer!" she ran in and fell to her knees behind him. Amy wrapped her arms around him tightly, "Don't ever say that again...ever. Please..." Tears started to drip down her face and got reabsorbed by her chin, "Don't wish to kill yourself...."
Mort froze and shivered, now she caught him doing this. "I'm sorry" he mumbled, shivering violently "I've just spent so many horrible years... I've been thinking about it for years. I've tried for years..."
"Not anymore...please. You shouldn't want to kill yourself...I don't want to lose you." Amy cried more, "I would be useless without you."
Mort spun round and hugged her tight "You cant loose me... Nothing will take me away. That's the one good thing about me, the only way you'll get rid of me is dumping me."
David popped into the room "Hey, what's -" he stopped dead and grinned at the two of them for a minute before he realised Amy was crying, at which point it fell. "Are you guys OK?" he looked around the room a bit.
Mort breathed deeply and stood up shakily "Having a breakdown" he said simply "I will have many over the time Im here." He was shaking slightly and adjusted the pool cue he had beaten himself over the head with "I suggest you get used to it..."
David didn't quite know how to respond to that, and instead turned to Amy, saying quietly "Can I talk to you?" and nod his head for her to come out into the entrance hall with him.
"Sure." Amy said with a smile, her tears soaking into her face once more. She left on a happy note from what Mort had told her.
Slightly suspicious, Mort scuttled over to the door and peered threw the crack. He watched and listened hard as they had their conversation, his imaginary heart sinking with nearly every other word. So, David thought he would ignore or worse cause Amy pain? Atleast he was looking out for her as well, that was Mort's one saving grace... He forced himself to stop before he attempted to do something more drastic, like stick his fingers in the nearest power outlet.
Amy headed back into the room. "Twas nothing." she told him.
Mort suddenly realized she had was walking back into the room but didn't escape in time. He took half a step back as the door opened, the door knocking all his toes off his left foot and throwing his balance off. He fell over backwards, staring at his foot in slight shame when he landed.
"Umm....were you spying on us?" Amy asked.
"Yes..." Mort admitted grudgingly "I wanted to know why he was being all secretive."
"Well if he thought you were beating me...it's not really something you want to bring up in front of the guy...you know? Plus I think he wanted me away from the danger. You in other words." Amy laughed a bit.
Mort tried to laugh but it seemed to strangle himself somewhere along the line. "Amy... I wouldn't... I could never..." he started, staring at his foot harder.
Amy grabbed the foot and held it for him ot click his ankle into it. "I know, that's what I told him. You just had a little breakdown. ...Speaking of which, what you said earlier about me never....loving you."
Mort stared at his foot harder now "Amy... you dont have to answer that" he mumbled "Not if you dont want to. I'd be happier than I've been in my entire life if you just sat by me sometimes... maybe found me at lunch when everyone's eating..."
Amy smiled, "Thank you for understanding, Mortimer." Not now, but maybe someday...she will feel that way towards him. Amy just needed more time to get to know him better is all. "Don't faint ok?" She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheekbone.
Mort blushed but managed to stay upright this time. He stared down at his hands now, flexing them gently "Amy..." he said slightly hoarsely, remembering something she'd said to David "Do you think I look like someone who would hit a woman?"
Amy smiled and lifted his chin to meet her eyes, "Not in the slightest."
Mort met her eye and kept his gaze there, staring deep into it. He took a step forward and hugged her in a tight grip, squidging her sides gently. He knew that she meant it, and only wished that other people could look past how he looked and see that he was more likely to be beaten by Amy.
"David just saw me crying and only thought the worst, it's ok." Amy explained.
Mort blushed gently "He came down because I was beating my own head on the floor. I pretty sure we dont make the same noise when hit."
"Well...who knows. I'm sure he doesn't think you are some kind of abuser. He was just looking out for me." Amy reassured.
Mort sighed and held her close, reminding himself there was a massive hole in his hoody from when she had hugged him earlier "I know Amy, I know."
After their hug broke, Amy looked over at the pool table. "Who's turn was it?"
Mort blushed gently "Yours I think..." he mumbled, going over to pool table with a slight clacking noise of metal bone on concrete.
"Eh....I'm not sure if I wanna play anymore." Amy sighed.
Mort nodded gently and rolled a ball between his fingers "I'll clear up then..." he said, rolling the balls into pockets.
Amy did her part and put the two pool sticks away.
Mort stopped and turned to Amy after all the balls had gone "Now what?"
"Your choice. I thought of coming in here remember??" Amy pointed out.
"How about a walk in the grounds?" Mort said, scratching his chin. He liked walking in the grounds, it was pretty.
Amy wrapped her arm around his, "Ok."
Mort smiled gently and squeezed her arm gently, starting to lead her out of the room and towards the grounds.
Stumble!