Back in the Toy Story section! Much applause and beer for all. Anyway, I wanted to get this story out there before the third movie comes out (eeeee hee hee I'm so excited!), so here's the first chapter! Updates are gonna be fairly frequent, since I have a deadline-11 days, man!
Also, if you're confused by the title, don't worry-you're not supposed to get it till the end.
Enjoy!
"Yeeehaw!" Jessie yelled in delight as she was thrown about.
Andy and his family were going to be gone for two weeks on a summer vacation to the Bahamas. Andy's mom had insisted on no toys, since:
1. She didn't want the kids to lose them, and
2. This was supposed to be "family time".
So, after Andy and Molly and their mom had left, Jessie played "Buckin' Bronco" with Bullseye. He would thrash and jump around, trying to throw her off, and she'd try to stay on.
Suddenly, Bullseye stopped dead.
"Wha-?" Jessie began to ask, then spotted Bo, her hands thrown in front of her face in fear-Bullseye had almost smashed right into her.
"Good reflexes, Bullseye!" Jessie patted him on the head as she brought herself back down to the ground. She then walked over to Bo. "You alright, partner?"
"Y-yeah, I'm...I'm fine," Bo was still shaking a little. "Hey, have you seen Woody?"
"Ooo, kissy kissy!" Jessie teased her, making very loud kissing noises.
Bo playfully slapped her arm. "Shut up. I haven't seen him around all day, is all."
"Actually, now that you mention it, I haven't seen him either," Jessie admitted. A bright smile flashed onto her face. "Let's split up and look for him! Like detectives! Can I be Sherlock Holmes?"
"Uh, sure," Bo chuckled. "Where should we start?"
"Elementary, my dear Watson," Jessie adopted a snooty expression and twirled her invisible mustache.
"No way, I don't want to be Watson," Bo immediately cut in. "I'll be Nancy Drew."
"That goody-goody?" Jessie sighed. "Fine, Nancy. You look in here, I'll look in Molly's room."
"Aye aye, Sherlock," Bo saluted Jessie.
The two girls split up.
'Where could that goofball have gotten to?' Jessie asked as she headed for Molly's room.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her into the dark hall closet.
She couldn't scream, but she did kick her attacker in the stomach. She felt satisfied when she heard him (or her) smash into the wall.
The mop fell over and tripped the light switch, turning the light in the closet on.
Jessie's eyes met Woody, rubbing the back of his head in pain.
"Agh! Ow, that hurt," He said. "Was that necessary, Jess?"
"How was I supposed to know it was you? All I knew was that somebody grabbed me and pulled me into a closet. I acted on instinct," Jessie defended herself. "What're you doin' hiding in here anyway? Bo's lookin' for ya."
"Yeah, I know," Woody stood up.
"You're avoiding her? What, you two havin' a fight?"
"No!" Woody dragged his hand down his face. "Alright, look. I'll tell you what's going on, but I need two promises from you."
Jessie sighed. She had a feeling this could get long. "Fine. What?"
"One, you have to promise not to laugh at me."
"But I always laugh at you. It's like my job."
"Promise!" Woody said seriously.
"Alright, alright, take it easy," Jessie held her hands up. "Fine, I promise. Two?"
"Two, you cannot tell anyone-and I mean ANYONE-what I'm about to tell you."
"Ooo, this is something juicy, isn't it?" Jessie rubbed her hands together. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!"
"Not before you promise," Woody insisted.
"But what if it's reeeeally juicy?" Jessie whined.
"Jessie..." Woody said dangerously.
Jessie took a deep breath. "Fine. I promise not to tell anyone. But you're killin' me here, Smalls!"
Woody crossed his arms. "Do you want me to tell you or not?"
All signs of sadness faded from her face as she sat criss-cross-applesauce on the floor.
"Tell me, tell me! Ooo, this is gonna be good!" She clapped excitedly.
Woody sat too, but picked at his boot as he talked. "Alright. Well, you know how I...really...like Bo, right?"
"Well, duh," Jessie made a dumb face, sticking her tongue out for greater effect. "I think everyone and their mothers know that."
"And how we've been seeing each other for a long time?" Woody still wouldn't look up.
"Again, durr," Jessie made the dumb face again. "Do you have a point, or are you just gonna state the obvious till I die of boredom?"
"Well..." Woody turned redder with every word. "Tonight...I was thinking of...um...you know, uh...pr...pro...proposing to Bo."
After a long moment, Woody finally looked up to see Jessie's reaction. Her mouth was just a big O.
Before he could ask her if she thought that was a bad idea-
"YEEEEEHA-mmmph!"
Woody had to cover her mouth again to make sure nobody heard them, but Jessie held up a fist, and he backed down. She started jumping up and down in silent glee, giving Woody a dangerously tight hug.
"Well, look who's finally growin' some backbone!" She cheered as she hugged him.
"If you don't stop hugging me, I won't have that backbone for long," Woody wheezed.
She let go, but still had the big smile. "I can't wait to tell Buzz!"
"No!" Woody grabbed her arm. "You promised you wouldn't tell anyone!"
"You didn't tell your best friend you were proposing?" Jessie asked in shock.
"No," Woody admitted. "I wasn't gonna tell anyone, but I need advice, and you're kind of a girl, so-"
"Kind of? Whaddya mean, kind of?" Jessie grabbed Woody by the throat. "I'm a girl! I'm adorable! I'm sweet! I'm charming! I'll throttle you!"
She threw him on the ground.
"I knew this was a bad idea," Woody muttered.
"What was that, cowboy?" Jessie put her boot on his head.
"Alright, alright, you're a girl! Now do you want to help me or not?"
"I'm not sure anymore," Jessie turned in a huff.
"Do it for Bo, then," Woody said as he got up.
After a moment, Jessie turned back. "Fine, let's do this."
Ooo hoo hoo hoo, intrigue, yes? Next chapter up ASAP, and don't be shy about reviewing!