Anonymous user
Fanon:An Old Goth's Tale: Difference between revisions
→Chapter IV: Tempting Little Rumors
imported>WayfinderOwl No edit summary |
imported>WayfinderOwl |
||
Line 153:
The elderly Goth shook his head. He was getting carried away with his own imagination. Surely Dina wouldn't do that... but she had professed to love Michael, Bella's brother, only a few years ago. Now she claimed to love him. Mortimer and Michael had more than one thing in common. They were both old and rich.
==Chapter IV: ''Tempting Little Rumors''==
After almost an hour of asking, Mortimer managed to convince his heart broken daughter to come down to the beach, for the evening barbecue party. The manager had arranged it, hoping that it would be nice for the guests staying at their bungalows.
Of course Dina kept hold of Mortimer's arm, because she wanted all these pretty hula dancers to know that she had claimed him, and they can all keep their tanned paws off him.
The Goths and the Caliente sat on the warm beach together, eating burgers or ribs, or in Dina's case - a room service ordered Baked Alaska. They didn't have to say anything. It was clear that Mortimer and Alexander were there for Cassandra, even if Dina wasn't.
Some gossip spread across the beach that someone who was quite rich, and quite influential was staying in one of the cabins with his two daughters. The Goth's decided not to take any notice of it, because it didn't concern them. However, three words caught Dina's attention; 'very rich' and 'elderly.'
It was funny, when Mortimer thought about about the fact that just a few days a go, he sat by the fire thinking he was a redundant old fool. Now, here he sat, by a campfire, with his son and daughter, and the woman that wanted him only for his money. He was still an old fool, but not so redundant.
Mortimer smiled, as he watched his son play with a lovely dark haired little girl named Cecilia. Alexander looked so happy, building sand castles and telling the girl about the pirate ghost that he had met.
"Mind if I sit here?" said a grey haired man. Mortimer could see Cecilia in him.
"I don't mind one bit," replied Mortimer. He offered the newcomer his hand to shake. "Mortimer Goth."
"Arthur Riche." He shook Mortimer's hand. "That's my daughter Cecilia over there. And, the young woman over by the barbecue is Morgan. She is a sophomore at Académie Le Tour."
"My son Alexander is playing with your daughter Cecilia," Mortimer introduced. "And, this is Cassandra."
Cassandra glanced at Arthur Riche. She was in no mood to be polite, so she simply nodded.
"And, who's this?" said Arthur, looking to Dina.
"Dina Caliente," said Dina, shaking his hand.
Mortimer talked with Arthur for quite some time, but eventually he hardly got a word in, when Dina found out that the Riche family will be moving into 113 Wright Way. Dina Caliente was lost, with a new object of financial desire in her sights.
The Goths and the Riches (and Dina Caliente, of course), spent most of the vacation together. Alexander and Cecilia played together on the beach, he even took her to meet the pirate captain ghost. Morgan and Cassandra spent time together. Both had been scorn by love, even though Morgan hadn't been left at the alter, but she was proposed to for a joke by her ex. Mortimer and Arthur enjoyed talking about the good old days, while Dina seemed to find it difficult to decide which of the two men were her favourite.
For a while, Arthur Riche was winning, when he said he was divorced and the children didn't live with him. Then Mortimer won, by talking about how many generations the Goth wealth went back - of course that was music to the blonde Caliente's ears. Not that Mortimer was even trying to win her over, he was happier at the thought of having a friend his own age, that he could talk to.
It took some convincing, but Dina managed to convince Mortimer to take a walk down the beach with her.
"I wish we could stay here forever," said Dina. She had dressed in one of the outfits that she'd brought on the board walk, it was just like the one that the hula dancer had worn. Not that Mortimer noticed.
"It is nice to take a few days out of life," admitted Mortimer.
"It really is..." Dina turned to Mortimer, looking up at him with a flirty smile. "Why don't we... have some fun of our own?"
Mortimer frowned at her. At first, it didn't sink in what she wanted. Then he got it. That was one thing he could never do. He could never ''love'' her the way he loved Bella. Woohooing with a woman that he was pretty sure was a gold digger, was something that he would never do, no matter how much she attempted to convince him to do so.
"You are so boring, Morty," said Dina, when she realised that it was obvious that she wasn't going to get her way.
"No, Dina..." said Mortimer. "Just from a different generation. In my generation, we waited until marriage to do that sort of thing."
Dina's eyes lit up, as she hoped that a proposal might be coming her way. "Is that so?"
"Things like love and respect meant something. Men didn't just run away and leave their bride at the alter," said Mortimer.
Dina's expression fell. She wasn't going to get that proposal any time soon, and she realised it. Her eyes were now set on someone else. Not boring old Mortimer Goth, that seemed quite content to wallow in his own misery. Getting Michael's attention wasn't nearly as hard as this. Maybe this with Mortimer really was a lost cause.
Mortimer knew that night, that he would return home from this vacation out of a gold digger's grasp. Maybe coming to Twikkii Island really was the best idea all around. Each one of the Goth family had made a new friend.
| |||