Whimsical Whimsies
One-Shot

Morgan Williams thought the day she fell in love would be the day the sun shined, then exploded.

Too bad it was raining cats and dogs outside. Morgan sighed.

She looked back down to the book perched in her lap and took a swig of her mocha. She was sitting in the lush little coffee shop she always came to in the afternoons, for her breaks. Morgan had become a local. Even the other customers knew who the ‘Morgan’ was when they saw the book tucked under her arm.

She was friends with the café’s owner, Jacelyn. Jacelyn Wei had a thing for video games, and so their friendship blossomed over talks of vast, hidden kingdoms and prince charmings’ coming to whisk the princess away. They clicked from the first moment. Jacelyn could’ve been as big of a reader as Morgan, if only she didn’t own the café.

Morgan brushed back a raven tendril with annoyance. She had told Jacelyn earlier that she was having a bad hair day. Hopefully the rain would wash away the humidity that was daunting her everywhere she went.

She brought her index finger to her lips, and quickly licked the pad, then proceeded to turn the page. She was intrigued with the story, so intrigued in fact she didn’t notice when a pair of vans stood toe to toe with hers. The star patterned shoes nudged her heel.

Startled and annoyed that someone would dare pull her from Edward Cullen’s enchanting fantasy, she looked up, half expecting to see Jacelyn. She was wrong though, and not bothering to take in the new blonde’s appearance, she dog-eared the page and folded it closed. True, it was about the billionth time she had read Twilight, but it still hit her full throttle every time she read it.

“Can I help you?” Morgan asked politely, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her middle finger. Brown eyes locked with enchanting green ones. Her brow rose slightly, sensing déjà vu colliding into her.

“You’re Morgan, right?” the mysterious man asked with a bored expression. Somehow, it suited him. She could just imagine him in one of the stories, being the bad boy who would capture the vying girl’s attention, but kept getting set backs with his occasional flair of arrogance.

Somehow, with the slightly hollowed cheeks and the brilliant green eyes, Morgan was reminded of Aaron Murrine, a character of her friend’s book. His cheekbones were set high and angled just perfectly. Hell, if he were a demon bent on destroying his and everyone around him happiness, he would look good doing it.

“Yes. I am.” Morgan nodded, letting her gaze travel down to see his button up gray shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, neatly folded to perfection. “Do you need something?”

His brow rose again, but Morgan wasn’t sure why. “You are, are you? Well, Melissa sent me here to…meet you.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“But why? Is she setting me up on a blind coffee date or something?” Of course Melissa would do that. Of course the little imp would. Morgan rolled her eyes mentally. Mel always had a way of surprising her.

“Well, if you can’t give me an explanation, then I guess we are. I wasn’t informed of the extra details of this…date.” The stranger supplied with a sigh. His green eyes glittered with some unknown annoyance.

“But I’m sorry to have to break the news to you…”

“Damien Murrine.” He supplied as he sat across her in the lush armchair. Did he really think he was going to get to cut in on her break time? This was her precious reading time! Jacelyn and Melissa were always over at her house after hours. It seemed like they needed twenty-four hour surveillance.

But then her head jerked up. “Wait, what did you say your name was? Damien…”

“Damien Murrine.” He repeated, running a hand through his unruly, disheveled hair. When he received another confused look, he rolled his eyes arrogantly. “Melissa decided that she could take my last name and looks for her story.”

“Ah…” Morgan mumbled, warily aware of how much he did look like Aaron Murrine, from her friend’s story. “As interesting as that might seem, I’m not interested or looking right now. I’m a bit busy, so, give Melissa my regards—”

“But you can’t blow me off that easily.” Damien grunted, leaning back. “I have strict orders to stay here and do whatever your little heart desires.”

Morgan’s brow rose. “So, you did know that Melissa sent you here on a date.” That sounded much too cliché. She decided to take another swig of her drink.

“No. But I can read in-between the lines, darling.” Damien grinned lazily, letting his eyes rove over her face. “Mel probably wants me to shower you with little trinkets and other crap. She reads too much.”

“But writes wonderfully.” Morgan smiled. “But seriously, could you leave me in peace? I want to enjoy my break right now.” Her eyes watched the rain thrash and pound against the windows with a sudden interest. “Aaron Murrine is the man of my dreams.”

“So I am the man of your dreams?” Damien drawled, his brow wagging suggestively. “How interesting. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“No; the man of my dreams is a demon bent of resurrecting her true love, currently, in the sequel. He’s doing a bloody terrible job, you know.” Morgan silently groaned. She stole a quick glance at her watch. Only twenty-seven minutes left before she had to go back to work.

“But, Melissa based Aaron Murrine on me.” The grin morphed into a handsome smirk. “And I agree wholeheartedly; at least I, Damien Murrine, have more brains than Aaron. He’s trying much too hard, and so he’s losing himself to his blood lusting. Tsk. I thought my character portrayed my devilish good looks and intelligence.”

“What do I have to do to get rid of you? Do you want money? My mocha? A pastry? But I know I’m not going on a date with you, Murrine.” Morgan snapped softly, noticing how weird to actually call someone Murrine in real life.

Once again, the situation felt strangely familiar.

“What do you want? I can get you anything.” He smirked, his blonde tendrils running across his cheeks. “I’m that good.”

Well, he made everything much more interesting.

Morgan pursed her lips at the voiced idea. What if she did send him on some petty, silly quest for whatever her heart desired? If she could think up of something totally rancid and idiotic, maybe she’d get the Murrine boy off her back.

Her mind was made up; even before she thought clearly, Morgan blurted what came first to her mind.

“Get me a mushroom with an Irish accent, and then maybe I’d consider going out with you.” She blurted, a scandalous grin etched on her lips. “Or is that too much for the Murrine man?”

Damien seemed slightly surprised at the request, his brows arching up slowly before the lazy grin slid back into place. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “And that request is accepted. Hell, if what my personality portrays in a character, I must be that good to conjure something up. But, I am curious. Why would you like something along those lines…and lineage?”

“Because I absolutely love Irish accents on men and mushrooms are just so cute!” She smiled sweetly. “It’s a running inside joke between the girls and myself. We decided to combine our favorite things together. Mine turned out to be Irish accented mushrooms.”

“Then so be it.”

And in a flash, Damien Murrine was gone, making Morgan think he had never been there in the first place. But she shook her head as she looked at her watch. Ten minutes to get to work.

…

A week later, she ran into him on the streets, as it was raining cats and dogs.

“Why, hello there.” He smirked, pulling his hood over his blonde hair. His tenor was soft and velvety. Morgan blinked for a moment, then realized that it was Damien Murrine.

“Oh. Hi.” She mumbled, making a move to walk around him. She was heading to the café, as her daily ritual. She was wet, tired from work, and just wanted to plop down a read a good book.

Was that too much to ask for?

“But I have a present for you.” Damien grinned, reaching into his pocket. “I was going to trail you down to the café, but you seemed too insistent on running into me, so I guess I’ll have to show you here.”

Morgan tightened her jacket around her small form. He’d probably given up and gotten her chocolates. She prepared herself at the idea of him bribing her with chocolates. She rolled her eyes.

He tugged her hand from her pocket and placed a rounded, slippery object into her hand. Her eyes widened when she saw the figure.

It was a plastic mushroom. With a pull string.

“Pull the string.” He said, his long calloused fingers already doing it for her. “It even talks.” He laughed cheekily.

“Hi there lass, I’m speaking with an Irish accent!” The toy, obviously Damien’s voice recorded somehow with a horrid Irish accent, sang aloud into the rain. That earned a chuckle from the Murrine boy.

Morgan found herself smiling, despite herself. It was adorable, she admitted in her mind. Even when it wasn’t sporting a real accent. She soon found herself smiling up at Damien.

Hell, she was giggling giddily when he brought his lips to brush against hers.

It was so cliché, but she didn’t really care. If someone was taking time out of their life to write her obnoxiously boring life, Morgan gave them kudos. She didn’t exactly mind the idea of her life being a simple plot, etched in pencils.

I wonder if Aaron Murrine tastes quiet like this. She found herself thinking of sandalwood and subtle aromas of oak, or something along the lines of that. When he pulled away, Morgan looked to the stormy sky.

Who cared that it could be the day she fell in love that the sun would explode?

At least she got the guy, and the talking mushroom.

A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own Edward Cullen. I wish I did.

Hello, hello:) I finally looked over this and whatnot. There are a few mistakes I know I didn’t catch, but I’ll find them. This was for Morgan, one of my great friends. And yes, she does have an abnormal fetish with mushrooms. She’s drawn them all over her binder.

And as for those lovely people who read my daily note thing, it’s true. My other friend’s one liner turned into a full-fledged monster—story! It’s for Jacelyn. I guess it goes with this story a little, since it does mention that Jacelyn loves video games.

But my lips are sealed. ;)

PS. For those of you not familiar with my stories, yes, Aaron Murrine is mine. He is featured in The Black Silk and Sin stories. :) So I hope that doesn't confuse you too much.

r&r!