Tiffany's, Diamonds, and Other things concerned
Disclaimer: I do not own Breakfast at Tiffany's or any of the characters or settings depicted in it. I only own the characters that I create.
A.N.: Sorry this took so long to update. This will be my last update until at least June because I am Elphaba in a rendition of Wicked/the Wizard of Oz that my musical theatre class is doing and everything is hectic. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: I love Tiffany's
The taxi drove around for a while. She didn't know what she was doing. Where do I go now? What am I supposed to do? Oh, this is just useless. Why she had packed her bags she didn't know. She didn't expect to hop on a train or plane to anywhere. Heaven knew that she certainly didn't have the funds for it.
"Driver, take me to Tiffany's."
"The jewelry store?"
"Yes, and hop to it."
The driver grumbled slightly, but he made a U-turn and began driving in the direction of it. Holly settled back into her chair and tears filled her eyes. She quickly blinked them away. She crossed her arms angrily and frowned. That…that…dirty rat. I can't believe he did that to me. She quickly rethought her statement. Wait a minute, yes I can. Every man that I've ever met has turned out to be exactly the same, if only worse. Unbidden tears filled her eyes again. I thought that Paul was different though. He was respectful, even more so than that darling José da Silva Pereira. He said he actually loved me. No one's told me that…but Doc. EW. She grimaced and shook her head to clear her mind of the memories that came from that name.
"Miss, we're here."
A bright smile lit Holly's face. She quickly paid what was due and more, told the driver to wait for thirty minutes, and stepped out of the taxi.
Mrs. Failenson came walking outside.
"Paul, darling, she isn't good enough for you anyway. She's a fraudulent call girl for goodness' sake. She'll run you out of house and home. You'll both be broke before you know it, and then what will you do? You'll have to go back to writing, which won't pay the bills for very long, and then what, Paul? Eventually you'll have to come back to me. I can always give you what you want and need."
She smiled but he merely looked at her solemnly.
"Louise, you know my answer."
He said nothing more and turned back to the street to think. Where would Holly be going? I wish she wasn't so darn impulsive! He ruffled his hands through his hair and racked his brain. All of a sudden, he could hear her voice echoing through his head.
"I'm crazy about Tiffany's…when I get it, what does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away."
"That's it! Taxi! Taxi!"
Paul went running into the middle of the street, hailed the next cab, and went to get his girl.
Holly was leisurely walking about enjoying the proud, luscious jewelry when Paul was at her side.
"Paul what are you doing here?!"
"Well, I came to get you. You see, you ran away before I could explain anything to you. She came onto me, not the other way around. I only love you Holly. We belong to each other."
"No Holly, stop calling me that. My name is Paul."
"Paul you can't cage a wild thing"
"I'm not trying to Holly, I merely love you. I don't want to keep you locked up."
Holly kept walking along, running her hand along the clear glass cases.
"Can you promise me one thing?"
"Maybe, what is it…"
She kept her eyes down and averted the whole time, focusing on the jewelry.
He stopped walking, but she continued on a short distance.
"Promise me we'll go back to your apartment and talk about this. I'll explain everything."
She nodded her head and they left the store. They got in the cab and left.