...:shifty: SHE'S PREGNANT!
Oh. oh. um. Right.
Great update, I'm curious to know what happens next.
*runs away*
Yeah you run. Real fast.
*doesn't dignify key components of Heather's post with an answer*
Thanks for the reviews!
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Secluded beach, Miami, next day
Katie: Okay people, gather 'round, gather 'round! *smiles* Here's my big surprise fest!
Heather: ...
Colton: *lifts brow*
Anni: *squints*
Lora: How come all those people are naked?
Katie: IT'S A NUDE BEACH! Ain't it great?
Colton: I feel so over-dressed.
Ryan: I have to say, I'm kind of glad we didn't bring Horatio.
Katie: Why? There's lots of old naked people lying around here.
Ryan: *shivers*
Katie: TAKE 'EM OFF PEOPLE!
Anni: *rips off clothes* YEEHAW! *runs into the sea, flailing wildly*
Everyone: ...
Katie: Gotta love her spirit.
Colton: Katie, I'm not getting naked.
Katie: Why? You get naked at home all the time.
Everyone: *looks at Colton*
Colton: What? Miami's very hot and Katie's too cheap for an air conditioner.
Katie: Not cheap. Frugal.
Colton: Cheap.
Katie: *frowns* Penny-wise.
Colton: Penny-pincher.
Katie: *pinches Colton*
Colton: OW! Now I'm definitely not getting naked. Who knows what else you're going to pinch.
Anni is seen doing cartwheels in the background
Jenna: The last thing I need today is a sunburnt behind but what the hell. *rips off shirt* Hear me roar.
Ryan: Are you people insane? What if there are cameras out here or something?
Katie: So wear a leaf or something.
Ryan: *frowns* A leaf isn't going to cover anything.
Heather: Well we won't know unless you let us see.
Ryan: Forget it.
Heather: C'mon, it's very freeing.
Ryan: Then how come YOU won't get naked?
Heather: I have a skin condition.
Ryan: What, you're spontaneously becoming black?
Heather: *slaps Ryan* Geez, I'm not
that patronizing to the collective intelligence of the planet.
Katie: *grabs Ryan's clothes* Get these off.
Ryan: *pushes Katie* Take your own clothes off.
Katie: Fine. *rips off clothes*
Ryan: Why does everyone rip off their clothes? That's physically impossible.
Heather: Not in Miami. *tackles Ryan*
Katie: GET HIM!
Everyone hovers of Ryan
Ryan: *screaming*
Anni is seen doing backflips in the background
Ryan: *covers self* YOU GUYS SUCK!
Heather: *stands* Heeey someone has a farmer's tan.
Ryan: Shut up, you do too.
Heather: *looks down*
Colton: *backing up*
Katie: *motions for Colton* Come here honey bunch.
Colton: I don't think so...tea kettle.
Katie: Funny.
Colton: You're going to have to kill me to get me naked.
Katie: *grabs Colton* Be one with nature.
Colton: No.
Katie: Fine, you're not getting your very special birthday present in the middle of whatever month this is tonight.
Colton: My birthday was last week.
Katie: ...Oh. Oops.
Anni: *runs over* THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN! OH MY GOSH KATIE YOU HAVE TO RUN AROUND, THE BLACK EYES ARE WORTH IT!
Katie: OH OH! Can we build a sand castle after?
Anni: Only if it's of a naked person.
Katie: *smiles* Sand castle naked person? I'M THERE! *runs off*
Anni: *runs away*
Ryan: Like kids in a candy store.
Colton: Only they're grown up women building sand castles of naked people.
Brickell Professional Building
Lori: *typing*
Door opens
Woman: There's a man here to see you.
Lori: I'm busy.
Woman: He says it's important.
Lori: What I'm doing's important too.
Woman: He says he's your husband?
Lori: *lifts eyes* That's funny, I don't recall getting married. *looks down at computer* He's got 5 minutes.
Woman: *nods, leaves*
Scott: *walks in, shuts door*
Lori: *typing*
Scott: *leans against door, crosses arms*
Phone rings
Lori: *picks up phone* Yeah....mhm, I was planning on setting up a meeting for the board of the company so they can have a sit-down that doesn't involve fuzzy screens and shoddy speakers...if they don't want to talk to me, they know where to stick their proposal...well the-
Scott: *grabs phone, drops it on table* We need to talk. *presses on receiver*
Lori: You know what your problem is? Over-confidence in areas where you have absolutely no understanding of the situation.
You came here which means I determine when you leave and so far, it's not looking good for you.
Scott: Your mother needs to stop following me.
Lori: That's not my problem. But I'm so glad you decided to come out of hiding to tell me that.
Scott: I wasn't hiding.
Lori: *leans back in chair* What do you call it then? Soul searching? Finding yourself? Drinking beer and ordering pay-per-view?
Scott: It was a mistake.
Lori: Right because you're just an ordinary guy.
Scott: It was also a mistake getting involved with someone I met in therapy.
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: But only one of those mistakes is something I actually regret and you need to know that. It's difficult to love you. But at the same time, you're the only person on this
planet that I would die for without hesitation whether you care about me or not.
Lori: Yeah right. If I asked you to jump off the top of the Empire State Building, you would?
Scott: First of all, people aren't allowed at the very top for that exact reason and secondly, I said I'd die for you, not kill myself for you on a dare.
Lori: *smiles*
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: *stands, walks over, places hands on Scott's chest* You are probably the best part of my day so far.
Scott: *wraps arms around Lori's waist* So
far, huh.
Lori: *smiling, rolls eyes* Well, I did pack myself a very impressive lunch that I plan on eating in the next hour.
Scott: Cute.
Lori: *sigh* Yeah, I was going to stare into that peanut butter and jam sandwhich and tell it how no matter how hard I try, I can't stay mad at my boyfriend. Or should I say husband?
Scott: Uh, yeah sorry about that. They wouldn't let me past security. As it turns out, I look strange and dangerous.
Lori: Oh I don't know about that, I find you quite disarming.
Scott: *lowers head* Lucky me. *kisses Lori*
Lori: *closes eyes*
Door opens
Woman: OH.
Lori: *steps away* Uh.
Woman: Am I interrupting something?
Lori: No, my
husband here was just leaving.
Woman: *smiles* Aw I didn't know you were married.
Lori: You were the one who told me he was here.
Woman: ...Oh.
Lori: And I'm not married.
Woman: But you just s-
Lori: Can I help you with something?
Woman: Right, yeah, uh the director of FLConstruction called, he said you hung up on him.
Lori: ...I hang up on a lot of people, which one is he?
Woman: Fat guy, kind of smells.
Lori: *squints* ...Cuban cigar guy?
Woman: THAT'S why he smells!
Lori: Tell him I'll call him back tomorrow.
Woman: Okay. *leaves, closes door*
Lori: *turns around* Sorry.
Scott: Been there.
Lori: We really need to stop posing as each other's spouses.
Scott: Or we could just get married.
Lori: *smirks, covers mouth*
Scott: What?
Lori: I just had this flash of some drippy-looking wedding in the middle of Central Park. Y'know, white doves mixed with the occasional pigeon, cakes and fountains, those little white-ish pink buds that fly off the trees...all that idiotic Hallmark stuff.
Scott: You got all of that.
Lori: The mind is a crazy thing.
Scott: *nods slowly*
Lori: *shrugs*
Scott: Why Central Park?
Lori: Hm?
Scott: You said it would be in Central Park. Why-why would it be there?
Lori: I don't know, it's big. *gasp* Wouldn't it be pretty in the winter though? Not like one of those bigass dumps of snow but just a gentle sweep, the kind that sparkles. *sigh*
Scott: *stares blankly*
Lori: *taps chin* There has to be a frozen lake nearby though. Well, assuming it's cold enough to freeze but not cold enough outside to freeze everyone else and the orchestra.
Scott: *blinks* Orchestra.
Lori: Do you need a permit for that kind of thing?
Scott: You're asking
me? From where I'm standing, it looks like you have it pretty well all figured out.
Lori: *walks over to desk, grabs portfolio* The dinner would have to be indoors if that's the case and pretty close to ground zero. Uh, ground zero being the park of course.
Scott: Of course.
Lori: *lifts head* Anyway, I need to get this portfolio to management. OH hey before I forget, Bailey's at our place and she won't leave until you show up so why don't we all just have dinner tonight? Catch up.
Scott: If...that's what you want, sure.
Lori: *smiles* Excellent. *walks away*
Scott: *scratches head* That went...well.
TBC.....................
