This is the first chapter of a 8-chaptered, or more, depending on how much I want to write, young Indy/Marion story, on--you guessed it--the 'firsts' part of their relationship. I think I'll be using different writing styles too, for some. I reckon there'll be first meeting, first date, first kiss, first argument, first confrontation, etc. I might write a R-rated chapter on the first time they made love too (well it's prett obvious they did), but I'm not very sure on that so please tell me if that's what you want to see!
Okay, on with the story, and please review after that!
Part 1: First Meeting
No one told me I was going to find you
Unexpected what you did to my heart
When I lost hope, you were there to remind me
This is the start
-At the Beginning (Richard Marx and Donna Lewis)
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She hurtled up the stairs, barged into her room, and pushed it close with all her might. Then she fell onto her bed, clenched the covers in her fist and screamed and hollered into the duvet.
He ran up the stairs, arrived just outside her room as she slammed the door into his face. He leaned against the wall in resignation and groaned as he heard her scream.
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Tea and toast. Toast and tea. Tea and toast. Honestly, did that man never hear of diversity?
Marion propped her head with her hand on the breakfast table, stirring the lumpy mess of cornflakes in her bowl idly. She was never hungry in the morning, and staring at her father was sometimes rather interesting. she watched as his eyes ran down the page of the newspaper, an imperceptible frown creasing his forehead. He also did that. he always frowned as he read the news, every morning before he went to work. And he would bring that frown with him, lasting on it until he came home, by which time it had translated into giddy excitement at his latest find.
But today it was somewhat different. She just had this hunch…
They were never good things, these hunches.
She mutely spooned some cereal into her mouth, chewing mechanically. It was a Friday, the eleventh of October: she had a presentation today in history class, and a few other lessons, and it was back home again, where she would laze around the house and adoringly wait for her father to return, then sit mutely in an armchair as he spoke for hours on end about his search, the sparkle in his eyes never once diminishing. Sometimes I just feel this is completely meaningless.
She glanced at the clock—ohohoh shit—and stood up abruptly, grabbing her bag and sliding her bowl to Cook, then raced out of the door, throwing back a 'Bye, Abner!'
Abner suddenly came to life. 'Wait, Marion!' he called. 'My favourite student's coming this afternoon to meet me in the evening, do be hospitable!' Marion hastened to nod hurriedly, then careened off to meet her friends.
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'Utterly disgusting, some people.' Andrea confided, leaning in to whisper. Marion glanced in the direction of the offending situation, and screwed up her nose in disgust. It was a man and a girl from her school, the Queen Bee Regina Larson, and god, that man was a grown man! She watched with a sort of warped interest as they snogged openly, completely into themselves, and the man's hand sneaked up her thigh, probing under her mini-shirt.
'Urghh.' Marion agreed, somehow unable to tear her eyes away. 'But that man…not quite a total loss.' He was old, not old as in old, but older than most of them, and he was dressed in a white shirt and pants. His dirty brown hair was a little too long, but it gave him this roguish look, which she found she appreciated. Now, she couldn't see his face, considering it's engagement in…current activities, but she was sure…Jeez Marion what's wrong with you! You have better things to obsess about than random (cute) strangers in cafes!
Like Abner's new student.
She sighed, perhaps a tiniest bit more breathily than she had intended.
'Interesting fantasy, Marion?' Andrea grinned.
'No!' she shot back quickly, blushing furiously. 'I just can't stand Abner's students, and he's having a new one over today or something. And he just told me this morning, when I was running late! Horrible, horrible, horrible man…'
'Aw, come on, maybe it'll be a different one this time! One that's not the stuffy suit and tie sort.'
'Nah, they're all like that.' Marion scoffed, wrinkling her nose in derision. 'Then they'll treat me like some retard and act all nice and everything while what they're doing is telling Abner to send me to a bleeding etiquette school!'
'You at an etiquette school?' Andrea snorted with laughter and Marion whacked her arm, laughing. I have to admit, it's a pretty disturbing image there.
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He was there.
He was there.
She couldn't seem to get her mind round that fact, because why on earth would that man (reckless playboy, I heard, but still completely irresistible) be standing at her front door, in a grey suit and tie (dear me he has a pretty decent physique) and a dark brown hat in his hands and the most (gorgeous) lopsided grin she had ever seen in her life?
She peered at him through the drapes, narrowing her eyes. That smile…it was no good, she just knew it! And she was terribly busy with her assignments!
She settled back at her desk. It was probably just a prank.
When the doorbell rang again, longer and somehow sounding more insistent (how can a doorbell sound insistent? I'm swear, I'm certifiably crazy. Must run in the family), she sighed, and stormed to the door, flinging it open.
The man blinked.
She glared back at him.
'Mighty hostile, aren't you,' he remarked, smiling. Her glare intensified. He extended his hand, unperturbed. 'Hi, I'm Indiana Jones. Abner's student. You're his daughter?'
Indiana Jones? Ha!
Only after that fleeting thought crossed her mind did what he said next register in her mind. She stared at him, flabbergasted. 'You're his student?!'
Well, well, well. Interesting.
'Yep. Why, is there a problem?'
'Uh. Uhm. No.'
It took her quite a bit of time to realize she was supposed to invite him in, and she was frankly quite alarmed at that.
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'You look very nice today.' He commented.
Marion turned away to hide the flush in her cheeks and her growing irritation. 'Thank you. However, unlike certain other people, I will not take this opportunity and melt into a puddle at your feet, or fling myself into your arms.' She retorted angrily.
'Jeez, can't you just take a simple compliment?' he sounded faintly annoyed, but he still had that aggravating grin on his face. 'Besides, what makes you think people do that?'
She turned around to face him squarely in the face. Because I saw you and Larson making out in the café, by the way. 'Bec…nothing.'
He raised his eyebrows at her.
She resolutely turned back to her desk and scribbled darkly. I hope he doesn't see I'm just drawing random circles.
'You're a serious little girl, aren't you.' He peered at her drafted report, and she shrieked and pulled it away. The way he said it made it sound disrespectful.
'I am neither serious nor a little girl.' She responded stiffly. This man didn't know when to stop did he! He laughed. 'Oh, you're a feisty one there.'
She shot him the dirtiest look she could manage. 'You know what, I've just met you, and I've decided I never want to see you again.'
She smiled smugly as he looked stunned for a moment, and quickly regained his composure. 'Then you'll be disappointed, I suppose. I'll be staying here this summer.'
He'll be what?!
He saw the look on her face and chuckled. 'Must've slipped Professor's mind.'
'B—But…you can't!'
'Sorry, do you mind?' he asked innocently, perching on the arm of her chair.
She made a valiant attempt to control her pounding heart, and lashed out at him vengefully, ignoring his yelp of surprise. 'Yes, I do mind, as a matter of fact! Because you are the hugest idiot I have ever met, and I absolutely refuse to believe you're my father's favourite student, because although he is the biggest jerk ever and the worst possible father I used to think he had good sense, but noo, maybe not now, after he tells me this morning just while I'm rushing off to school that his students coming for the evening! I don't know about him, but evening usually means, not the whole summer! And you're not like any of his other students, but just as bad, because you're a disgusting playboy and so full of yourself, and urgh!' she spat out, her tone stinging.
He stared at her, his expression a mix between bemusement and astonishment.
Do not think he looks good like this. Do not think he looks good like this. Do not-
He grinned.
And that was all that she could possibly take.
She hurtled up the stairs, barged into her room, and pushed it close with all her might. Then she fell onto her bed, clenched the covers in her fist and screamed and hollered into the duvet.
He ran up the stairs, arrived just outside her room as she slammed the door into his face. He leaned against the wall in resignation and groaned as he heard her scream.
Next up: Part 2: First Date(sort of)
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