Just a short story to try and combat my case of writers block. I'm un-happy with where Missed You More is going, so I tried writing something else. I'm in the middle of another short story as well.
Without further adieu,
Teach me.
Dorian was back working at Craze again. With this whole custody trial and Blair and Todd getting married, Blair had asked her to step in for a few months again.
Of course she accepted, what else could she do. She knew that Blair needed the time to spend with her kids, and, she shuddered at this thought, she needed to spend the time with Todd. No matter what the reason Blair claimed they were marrying for, Dorian saw the spark. You’d have to have been an idiot to miss it.
Slamming down the phone after yet another frustrating conversation with one of the moronic advertisers, how they managed to get anything done, let alone correct by the deadline was beyond her. As far as she could see this magazine was rapidly falling apart.
Of course, her head decided to pick this time to start pounding. Great. Absolutely fantastic. Three o’clock in the afternoon of her third day and already she felt like quitting. But of course, she wouldn’t. Dorian Cramer was no quitter. She loved a challenge and a challenge is what she got.
The phone rang again so she quickly snatched it up and snapped “What now!” into the mouthpiece.
“Dorian?” a male voice, one that she recognized immediately, questioned, “Is this a bad time?”
She let out a sigh of relief. “No, Clint, you have perfect timing. As always.” Her voice is a little strained.
“You sound stressed.” It was definitely not a question.
“Of course I’m stressed, you would be too if you had to talk to airheads all day, not to mention these models. Did I miss some memo between now and when I worked here last that says anyone working here with even moderately good looks has to leave their brain behind? Because I honestly don’t know how some of these people dress themselves in the mornings.”
Clint laughs a deep, throaty, full laugh.
“Did I mention how much your voice is calming me right now? Because I almost don’t feel like ripping these, idiots, heads off anymore… almost.”
“Well, that’s… good? I guess?” Clint laughs again. “Listen I was calling to see if you wanted to go out to dinner. I’d invite you over, but the house is a little, no a lot crazy right now. We’re still finding dozens of rats, I mean reporters on the doorstep every time we try to step out.”
Dorian laughs lightly, “Do you need me to come over and yell some more? Because I think I might like to!”
“No, don’t want them getting any more fodder for their tabloids. I was thinking the Palace?”
“Clint, honestly, I don’t feel like going anywhere’s. I’d rather just go home.”
“Well I suppose we could go to your house, under one condition.” Clint adds playfully.
“Oh, and what, pray tell, would this ‘condition’ be?” Dorian questions with mock seriousness.
“I want a home cooked meal!” Clint manages without laughing.
Dorian’s a little puzzled. “Well, I wasn’t planning on ordering in. I was just going to have, oh, what’s her name, Lori? Yes Lori, whip something up for us.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Well then what do you want…” realization kicks in, “No… you can’t seriously be suggesting that I cook?! Clint my day was bad enough, I really don’t want a burned supper on top of it, and I’m sure you don’t either.”
“Who says you’re going to burn it?”
“Just ask Starr and Langston. I’m sure they’d be more then pleased to ‘spill’ of my latest foray into the wonderful world of cooking. So to speak.”
“It can’t have been that bad.”
“Yes, it can. And it was.”
“What if I teach you then?”
“Teach me?”
“Yes, teach you. I happen to be a very competent cook I’ll have you know.”
“Clint,” she whined, “then why don’t you just cook and I’ll watch. Yes that sounds like a marvelous idea. I bet you look extremely sexy in an apron.”
“No, no, no. You’re not going to get out of this that easily. You are going to cook with me, I’m going to teach you.”
“Clint, you are not the first that’s tried. Believe me when I say it’s hopeless.”
“My word. THE Dorian Cramer can’t possibly be admitting defeat?!” that was his trump card and he knew it. Dorian wouldn’t be able to resist now that he implied she lost something.
“Humph. Fine, you win. I’ll… cook, with you.”
“Ok. I’ll be over around seven. Is that ok with you?”
“Seven sounds fine. I’ll see you then Clint.” She hangs up the phone with a sigh and looks at the clock. Quarter to four. It’s going to be a long three hours.
It’s quarter to eight and Clint is sitting in the kitchen of La Boulaie. Dorian still isn’t home. At first he thought she was just running a few minutes late, so around ten after he decided to whip up some hors d’œuvre for her. After all he was forcing her to cook with him, he thought with a smirk on his face.
Around half past, the hors d’œuvre were cold and squishy, so he threw them out. All the while he was wondering where she was and if something happened to her. He was getting worried.
By quarter too, he was getting angry. Surely if something had happened to her, he’d of heard of it by now. That only left two options, which were, in essence, the same thing. Either she had forgotten about their evening together, or she had become tied up at ‘Crazy’ as he so affectionately re-named it after his earlier conversation with her, and forgot to call him.
Sighing, Clint got up from the little table and dumped the hors d’œuvre in the trash and the plate in the sink, he’d let what’s-her-name take care of it tomorrow. Walking out of the kitchen he made his way to the entertainment room that Dorian had installed for the kids. Plunking himself down on the couch he turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels looking for something interesting. He finally settled on a biography of Winston Churchill.
Dorian was exhausted. After her call from Clint, work seemed so much more tedious. Dealing with that horrendous photo shoot had not helped, at all. She spent hours trying to fix it and yelling at other people to fix it as well. With a look at the clock she realized she was over an hour late for her ‘lessons’ with Clint. She hadn’t even called. He was either going to be very angry, or very worried. Wonderful.
Dorian tried calling his cell, but he had turned it off. What was the point, she thought, of having a cell phone if it was never on? Next she tried the Buchanan mansion. A very harried Nigel answered the phone.
“Buchanan Mansion.”
“Hello, Nigel. It’s Dorian. Is Clint there by any chance?”
“Hello, Dr. Lord. No, Mr. Buchanan is not here this evening. I was under the impression he was dining with you this evening.”
“Oh, yes, well we were supposed to be, but I’m afraid I got rather caught up with work this evening.”
“Well Dr. Lord, I’m sorry, but I may be of no assistance. I’ve not spoken to Mr. Buchanan since much earlier.”
“Thank-you anyways Nigel. I’ll phone La Boulaie and se if he’s there.”
“Always a pleasure Dr. Lord.”
“Same to you Nigel.”
Finally Dorian tried her own house. Starr answered the phone.
“La Boulaie.”
“Starr? What are you doing there?” Dorian was quite surprised. She thought Starr was staying at the penthouse with Blair and Todd.
“Langston and I are staying the night. I hope that’s ok. It’s just too crowded at the penthouse, not to mention tense.”
“Oh, of course it’s all right. You know I love having you stay over. I like Langston as well, she’s got spunk. I just wasn’t expecting you there.”
“Well, who were you expecting?”
“Clint as a matter of fact. He was going to uh teach me to cook. But I got tied up at Craze and never had a free moment to call him and tell him I’d be late.”
“Oh Clint Buchanan huh. Well I haven’t seen him all night, but Langston and I didn’t exactly search the house for him. We mostly just went to the kitchen to get something to eat then up to my room.”
“Ok, well I’m on my way home now. If you see him please tell him I’m sorry and will be home soon. Also if he wants to, he can reach me on my cell phone.”
“Ok Aunt Dorian, love you, see you soon.”
“Love you too Starr. Goody-bye.”
Dorian hangs up. By this time she’s reached her car. She quickly gets in and drives off.
Back at La Boulaie, the girls decide to go watch a movie. Much to their surprise when they get to the entertainment room, they find a very much asleep Clint.
Trying not to laugh Langston asks “What do we do?”
Starr thinks for a minute, “I don’t know, we should probably turn off the TV.”
“What is he watching anyways? It’s like black and white or something…”
“I don’t know. Old people watch weird stuff.”
“Should we cover him up? It’s kind of chilly in here.”
“What are we his parents?” Langston looks at her funny. “What? Fine you go cover him up and I’ll turn this thing off. I’m amazed he could turn it on. Aunt Dorian always has to ask me or Jack to.”
“Ahaha, that’s sad. What do you think she’s going to do when she gets home?”
“I don’t know probably wake him up and, ugh, I don’t even want to think about what will happen after that. I think we picked the wrong night to come over here.”
“Should we tell your aunt he’s here? Before she freaks about not being able to find him? Because I don’t think she’d ever think to look here.”
“You’re probably right. I’ll go call her… Man he sleeps like a rock.”
“No kidding. Ok, let’s go. I’m officially creeped out.”
Back up in her room, Starr gets out her cell and calls Dorian.
“Hey Aunt Dorian.”
“Hello Starr. What’s going on?”
“We found Mr. Buchanan.”
“You did? Where?”
“Asleep on the couch in the TV room.”
“Oh he must have fallen asleep waiting for me. Did you wake him?”
“No, we just turned off the TV and Langston thought it was a good idea to cover him up.”
“Oh, that’s sweet. Well I’m just pulling in, I’ll see you girls in a minute.”
“Ok. Bye.”
Starr hangs up and relays the conversation to Langston. They both go down to the kitchen to wait for Dorian, knowing that she’ll come in that way after parking her car in the garage.
When Dorian comes in she hugs them both hello.
“Hello, again girls. I’m sorry if this has ruined your night.”
“It’s ok Dr. Lord.” Langston speaks up. “We’ll just watch a movie in Starr’s room. See you later.” Langston grabs Starr’s hand and starts to pull her out of the kitchen.
“Ok, you girls call me if you need anything.”
“Will do Dr. Lord.”
Dorian smiles as she watches the girls run out. Looking at her watch she realizes it’s not even nine. ‘Oh well.’ She thinks to herself.
Pouring herself a glass of white wine she walks to the entertainment room. Peering over the back of the couch she sees Clint asleep. Deciding he’s too adorable to wake she stretches herself out on the sofa next to him and sips her wine. Just watching him. Until eventually she falls asleep as well.
A few hours later Starr and Langston come down to see if they’re still in the TV room. Tiptoeing in they look over the back of the couch. At some point, Dorian has turned around on to her side and is facing Clint, and he’s wrapped his arms around her. While she’s snuggled up against his chest.
Langston looks at them for a few seconds then turns to Starr and whispers, “Aww, how adorable are they?!”
“So adorable I think I might just vomit. So much for cooking…supper that is…” 52607.gif
52607.gif Awww, that was so sweet! :D I could picture the story as I was reading it and it was really fun because I loved the way that you wrote how they were with each other. I have really missed seeing them on the show so reading this helps a lot. I think I'll come back and read it again when I need to smile about Dorian and Clint. I would like to see Dorian, Clint and Langston together, really. Thanks for writing the story, Meags. It's easier to write a short story, huh? What are you stuck on with the other story?
Thanks for the compliment! I miss them too, even though I only get to see it half of the time.
I'm just not really liking my other story at the moment. It's not seeming to flow for me. Which is why I've not updated in months. I did star typing up chapter 10, I'm slowly making some changes and I will post it eventually. It's just going to take me a little while.
I did however find another short story that I'd written months ago and I'm n the process of typing it up. It shouldn't tek me too long. It's back from when Jessica was having her transplant (the first one).
That should be up in a couple of days or so.
Sometimes I have troubling ending my short stories. I've got one of Dorian and Clint that's over twenty pages long, with no end in sight! And it's absolutely ridiculous story line as well. Don't expect to be reading it any time soon.
Well I had today off for Thanks-giving. But my famliy did that yesterday, so I have free time!!!! It's almost too good to be true but it is!! lol
The story should be up maybe tomorrow or wednesday.
After I finish this one, maybe I'll try my hand at one of those old challenges!
Thanks Meags! Happy Thanksgiving in Canada.