Disclaimer:
I don't own anything that has to do with "The Mummy" or any of its
characters...so if you sue me all you're getting is a few CDs! And don't
expect too many...
Summary: A little peek of Evelyn and Rick's diarys'. And yes, I realize that
Rick wouldn't bother himself with writing in a diary, but hey, I am a dork and
I want him to! I also made him kind of sappy and unrealistic, but I guess
all I can say it sorry and I hope you like the story anyway.
Category: General/Romance
Author: Allibabab
Rating: Dunno...not too bad though. Probably PG
Author's note: Thanks for letting me put my stories on your site! I really
appreciate it. I put four astericks (*) next to Rick's entries and only
two by Evelyn's just in case there was any confusion. And I was a little confused
by dates, so if I got them wrong, sorry. If anyone wants to, they can put
my stories anywhere, or use this idea, but please, if you use this exact story,
give me a little credit for writing it. Oh, and I didn't have them have
Alex yet.
The Journal
**** Women. I'll never understand them. I can't believe Evy
convinced me to write in this. "Oh, it's not like you have anything
better to do right now! Please, Rick...maybe after we
could..." You get my drift I'm sure.
She could probably get me to do just about anything, if she wanted to. I don't
even know why she wants me to write in here. Maybe she thinks we could
read it later when we're old and gray. Possibly, but I've never really been
the sentimental one. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to write in
here. Am I supposed to write what I did today? Am I supposed to write
my feelings? I guess I could try the former to begin with. Today I woke
up next to my beautiful wife, whom I woke up with a kiss (I know, you'd never
guess it, but I'm a total sap for her). After bathing, we went
downstairs where we had breakfast, made by, get this, Jonathan! You'd
never think so, but he actually is a good chef...well, at least compared to
Evy.
After that, I went off into the library to read, while Evy went to the museum
just to see how things were going, even though she had been given the day
off. When she got home, Jonathan and I were playing chess (and yes, I was
beating him into dust!) in the sitting room. This was when she showed me
the "adorable" journal she had bought for her and me to write
in. Which is what I have been conned into doing right now.
I guess now I'm supposed to write about my feelings. What
have I felt today...well, when I woke up next to Evy this morning, I felt
gratitude. Gratitude towards whom? To tell you the truth,
God. Yes, I do believe there is a god, even if He hasn't been
particularly kind to me all my life.
My parents, for however long I was with them, were religious, and I suppose they
might have rubbed off a little on me. My guess is that He saved most of
my good things for later in my life. When I met Evy, for example. When I kissed
her for the first time. When I kissed her for a second, and third, and
fourth time...etc. When I married her, as another example.
More feelings? I guess I might be able to handle a few
more. What's next...well, while I was playing Jonathan at chess, I felt
very smug, seeing as how he had told me that he would destroy me at this
game. But of course, I didn't show it too much, about how I felt smug for
beating him so badly. Another example of feelings-when Evy told me to
write in this journal I felt only very slighty annoyed, but a large part of me
was just amused. Amused at how naive she is, seeing as how usually it's
only children who write in journals. But she convinced me to do it anyway.
I don't think I will ever understand how she does that.
Well, I guess Evy will be satisfied with my entry into this
book. And if she isn't, I might be able to stand up to her about
it...maybe not though, seeing how she got me to write in it in the first
place. I am ruled by a woman, you know that? I never thought I
would enjoy it...
-Rick (8-23-1926)****
** Men. I will never understand them. Why is it so difficult to
convince them to do something that a woman would do? What is so wrong
with women? I really don't know. It took awhile for me to convince
Rick to write in this.
And it finally came to...well, what husband and wife do in the
bedroom. He agreed. Not to make him sound like some kind of...well,
a man ruled by his southern regions, but I knew that at that moment, that was
the card to play. And it worked. But when I read his entry-wow!
I never knew that he felt thankful to God for ME. What I have done to
deserve this man I will never know. He comes off as this gruff, unemotional
person, but really, I like to think of him as a pistachio; a hard outer
covering, but inside he's just a yummy green nut. He'll probably scold me
for that description, but he knows it's true, even if he won't admit it.
But naive? Am I really naive? I never thought of myself as that,
but I assume naive people never think they are, actually, naive. I'm
going to stop saying that now, seeing how I've already said it four times in
three sentences. Rick and I say that a lot-"seeing as
how". I guess we rub off on each other sometimes.
I thought I would be zipping through writing in this, when
really, that was Rick, and I'm the one having trouble thinking of what to
say. He wrote all that in about half and hour, while I've been sitting
here for a good 25 minutes and I've only got this much written. He
surprises me sometimes.
Oh! A good example of a surprise is yesterday, he and I were going to the
grocery store to get some things for dinner. While I was looking around
for some pasta, he jogged up to me and said he would be right back, giving me a
kiss on the cheek. Before I could reply, he jogged off again. I
went back to shopping, then got in line, paid for my items, and returned to the
car to wait for him. When he finally came back, he had a little box with
him. He refused to tell me what was in there, and even though I tried to
sneak a peek inside, he caught me before I could see anything. He said it
was for "later". I thought while I was in the car I could see
the box moving, but Rick said it was just my imagination. We got home in
about five minutes and went inside to start dinner. I saw him take the
box into the library, and set it down before coming back into the kitchen.
So of course I excused myself to the ladies' room while Rick worked on making
dinner. So naturally, as soon as he couldn't see me I raced into the
library to find out what was in the "mystery box". Now I could
see the the box was, in fact, moving, and making some whimpering sounds as
well. That could only mean one thing. I reached out to the box and
opened it up. I gave the steriotypic noise of a woman and whispered
"Awwww" as I bent down to pick up the sweetest gray puppy I had ever
seen. I think gray puppies are referred to as blue, but that's off the
subject. I pulled the puppy up to my chest and hugged it close.
"You are just about the most adorable thing I have ever seen, did you know
that?" I asked the puppy. In response he reached up and licked my
chin. "I see you found my present, Evy." Rick said, startling me.
"Oh Rick. He's so cute! Thank you honey. I love
you!" I replied. Rick is so thoughtful sometimes.
Well, I guess I've paid my dues here. I never knew what
work it is to write in a journal. Maybe we should have to write in it
only a few times a year. Rick will like that.
-Evelyn (8-23-1926)**