- Mar 26, 2012
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Hello peeps! So, after many a protest by his high Countness, here is the next in the Pool Hall series. I actually started this a while ago, but I wanted to have a few chapters around so I could you know have chapter for you when I say I do.
Just beware, kids, there's some steaminess, but not anything you couldn't see if you were 13 and over. So, without further ado -
Four Ball Fox-Trot
April shows often bring May flowers, as the saying goes, and it was certainly no different in the state of California. The west coast of the United States was often home to sunshine and warmth, with high temperatures and easy going days.
In the city of Mid-City West, a few folks were still up and about, enjoying the nice weather that the state gave residents nearly 365 days of the year. Mid-City West was a suburb of Wilshire, which itself was a suburb of the city of Los Angeles, and nestled in the embrace of Downtown LA and Beverly Hills. The city, like those that surrounded it, was home to several affluent and working class residents, affording them quick access to the areas around Wilshire Boulevard.
It was here that one Andrew Martin Grosse had finally decided to settle after a few years living in the famed Silicon Valley. It was the perfect place to find a nice townhome – it allowed him quick access to his job as stage manager and production manager for the Muppet Theatre and Muppet Studios respectively, as well as quick travel to his boss’ home in Beverly Hills. Another perk for being right in the middle of the city was that he was near Downtown Los Angeles.
Downtown LA was home to the Cosgrove’s Cool Pool pool hall, an establishment that was run by Chase Cosgrove, the owner, and help from his wait and bartending staff. There was also Amanda Cosgrove, Chase’s daughter, who ran the business and management side of the business. It had been nearly seven months since Andrew Grosse met one Amanda Cosgrove and it had truly be a great match.
Two months ago, during their fourth month anniversary, Scooter – as he was known – had come to a huge revelation in regards to his relationship with Amanda. He had fallen in love with her, something that seemed to have dictated his odd and strange behavior in the months leading up to his realization. Once he had come to terms with the fact that he was in love, for the first time ever, he had done what he could to figure out if his lady love loved him too. That in itself hadn’t been too hard to discern, but when one is in love, it’s important to make sure that what you’re feeling is what the other person is feeling too.
Scooter didn’t need to worry, because Amanda did in turn love him and she had certainly loved the way he had told her; as a performer on the famed Muppet Show, as well as being the stage manager, the Muppet held the advantage of being able to express his feelings through song, which he did during their special Valentine’s Day show. The songs and their meanings hadn’t been lost on the Whatnot and when she had seen him after the show, she had made sure that he knew she understood and that the message had come in loud and clear.
In the two months since announcing their love for each other, the couple had been closer than ever, but perhaps not as close as they wanted to be. The subject of taking their relationship from emotional to the physical had been something they had explored months earlier, but they hadn’t taken the final steps. It wasn’t to say that the two didn’t want to go to the next step, they just hadn’t had the time or the place to actively do it.
Being two young professionals, sometimes their schedules didn’t permit to being together on a daily basis; this was especially true for Scooter, who worked in the entertainment business and was manager and assistant to the world’s most famous comedy and theatre troupe.
But when they did find time…
That night, for instance, had been a perfect break for both of them. Wednesday nights were pretty much open for both of their perspective jobs and Scooter had thought it the perfect time for him to approach his girlfriend about the possibility of taking a weekend off alone. At least, that had been his plan when he had invited her over for a romantic dinner and a movie; as with any time they had significant time alone, they never wasted it, even if they never got through any movie they were supposed to be watching.
Curled up together on the couch, Amanda reluctantly released the lips she had been actively kissing for the last few moments in order to look her boyfriend over. She had never been shy about the fact that she found him incredibly sexy and sweet, especially after they had been making out for the last forty minutes. “What was it you were going to ask me?” she breathed.
Scooter tried to catch his breath, as well as remember anything that went beyond the sight of the beautiful Whatnot that lay over him. “Where have you been all my life?” he sighed, causing her to giggle. Running a hand through her hair, he couldn’t help but smile and sigh again. “I’m being serious,” he added. “I could’ve avoided all those other girls if you had just come along sooner.”
“True,” she said, snuggling against him. “But then you may have wanted to explore other options, instead of just knowing I’m just that awesome.”
The page chuckled lightly, giving the red head a slight squeeze. “Might be right about that,” he said, dropping a kiss on her head. “As for the question I wanted to ask…well…” He cleared his throat several times. “My uncle has this cabin or rather, he had the cabin when he was alive and obviously it reverted to me, but anyway…I have this cabin in Northern Cal and I was thinking maybe…you’d like to see it. For a few days.”
Amanda lifted her head to look at him; even in the glow of the television, she could see the faint blush that rose on his cheeks. “Are you inviting me on a vacation?” she asked.
“Well…yeah,” he whispered. “You’ve been working hard, I’ve been working hard and…well, it be nice to just sit in front of a nice, cozy fire and…” His sentence trailed off with a shrug, but neither could deny the same thought crossed their minds.
“So we’ll just…sit in front of a fire?”
“Well…” he whispered, gazing at her lovingly. “There are other things we could do…”
“I dunno,” he replied. “Take long romantic walks around the area, look up at the stars…”
“So you want to leave the cabin every once in a while?”
“Not if I can help it.”
Looking at each other, they couldn’t help but giggle. “Glad we’re on the same page,” she said, dropping a quick peck on his lips.
“Most definitely,” he sighed. “I even talked to your Dad.”
At that, Amanda pulled back and gave him a look. “You talked to my dad about this?”
“No!” Scooter exclaimed, sitting up slightly himself. “Not about that! About…you taking a few days off next week to come with me.”
“You asked my dad to give me time off?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Wanted to make sure I wasn’t taking you during an important event or something, that would leave you guys short.”
“You really did that?”
“Sure I did,” he said, delivering a lingering kiss. “Don’t want to get you in trouble.”
“Aw,” she cooed. “You are the best boyfriend.”
“Yes I am,” he nodded, causing her to giggle in turn. “And your dad said you were good to go for next weekend, from Thursday to Sunday. He did, however, pull me aside to tell me one thing…”
Scooter, though a modern Muppet man as anyone, did cater to some sense of old fashionness, especially when it came to the aspects of making sure that his girlfriend’s father not only approved of their relationship, but of him. From what he could tell, Chase Cosgrove did indeed like him and that was probably the reason he had given Scooter the permission he was seeking.
However, just because Cosgrove liked the young Muppet, didn’t mean he liked the reasoning behind the trip. Cosgrove had been a young man – heck, he had been a young man when he had met Amanda’s mother – and he knew the whole point of taking a trip to a remote cabin in the hills of Northern California and it wasn’t for bird watching.
“Listen, Grosse,” he had said. “I like you and my little girl likes you and that alone makes you decent in my book. However, just because I look forward to being a grandfather one day, doesn’t mean I want to be one tomorrow or the next day or the next. I would give some serious thought before you think about putting your hands or any other body part on my daughter, got it?”
“Which was?” she asked.
“In no uncertain terms,” Scooter replied. “He basically told me to keep my hands off you.”
“And yet, you’ve had your hands in some interesting places earlier,” she giggled.
“Yes, well…” he chuckled. “I assumed he meant next week.”
Nestling herself closer she whispered, “Naughty boy.”