(Alright, I have been having this idea running through my head for the past few days -- especially through some sort of stomach "virus" I've been suffering from since Sunday. Hope you will enjoy this.)
Summary: After 4 straight nights of the same nightmare, Richard has somehow developed a fear of... Rachel. Can Jimmy, Rachel and I get him to come to his senses? Read to find out.
It was a really early Friday morning. It was around 1 a.m. when I was caught in a deep dream at night of scoring a date with Yoko (Okino).
"It's a real honor going on a date with a famous detective," Yoko said to me.
"Same here with a cute pop star," I said to her.
Yoko could only chuckle as we both enjoyed our dinners.
"I've watched every one of your concerts on TV," I pointed out.
"Why thank you, Mr. Moore," Yoko said to me, feeling special.
I arrived home and I noticed a pretty steamed Rachel standing in front of me. She was tapping her foot, crossing her arms, and frowning at me.
"Dad, you promised you'd help me study for my math test tomorrow!" Rachel said to me.
"I couldn't help myself, Rachel," I simply said as I grabbed a can of beer and sat at my desk.
I was about to open it when Rachel took it away.
"What's the deal, Rachel?" I asked.
"'What's the deal' you say?" Rachel explained.
"I'm walking home from the grocery store when you leave me a letter to get your dinner, plus some extra stuff, and I see you in a diner giving a kiss to Yoko; 'So that's his important business' I thought."
"Oops?" I said sheepishly.
"Don't you 'oops' me, Dad," Rachel snapped.
She grabbed me by my tie and started punching me. Why did I pay for Karate lessons?
"Rachel, stop this right now!!" I tried saying through her punches.
"Nope," Rachel said.
She continued landing punches, and I started uttering a lot of ouches. Rachel threw me into a corner of my office and started walking towards me with an even angrier look on her face.
"No, no, stop!!" I said, terrifed.
I woke up later, breathing in relief. It was pitch black in my room.
Ugh, that same nightmare again, I thought.
That's the 4th night in a row that I've had that nightmare!!
I looked at my clock and it was almost 2 a.m. I tried to get back to sleep until morning.
Later that morning, I yawned, stretched, and got up out of bed. I noticed nobody was downstairs. My breakfast was in a container on the table and a note was left by Rachel. I took a look at it. It read:
I went down to Mathew's apartment to hang out. Your breakfast is on the table. Enjoy.
The time on the note was 8:18 a.m.
"Okay, she's at Mathew's... I'm safe," I said to myself.
I had gone down to Mathew's apartment to hang out with him; Jimmy was on his way.
"Hey, thanks for coming to hang out, Rachel," Mathew said to me.
"Don't mention it, best buddy," I said.
I was wearing my red jacket, yellow tanktop, and my beige mini-skirt. I noticed Mathew in another one of his motocross shirts but with a different last name on the back. On the back was the last name, Grant and a number 24 underneath it.
"You look great, Rachel," Mathew commented.
"Thanks," I said.
"This is one thing I like about you: you always seem to comment me on my looks, and my outfits."
I tied my arms around Mathew's shoulders. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"I should have you over at my place someday," I said to him.
"Thanks, Rachel, I'd love to; just let me know," Mathew said to me.
"You're so sweet."
Mathew pulled me close to his body.
"What are you doing?" I asked, backing away.
"Just giving you a hug," Mathew responded.
"Let me know before you do it next time," I said, brushing my jacket with my hands.
I opened my arms to reach out to fufill Mathew's request for a hug. We both hugged each other tightly.
"You happy now?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm," Mathew responded.
"And... sorry about earlier."
"Awww, forget it," I said, making it look like no big deal.
End of chapter 1.
(Okay, that's gonna do it. Hope you enjoy it. Now, leave those reviews to this story, and hope they're good. Also, leave some more for "Jimmy and Rachel Together" if you please. Leave a lot of reviews for this story as well.)