Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Pirates of the Caribbean, although I would like to wish that I could own Will Turner since Orlando Bloom is just beautiful. *ducks away from all the fan girls who now want to lynch me since I am now competition*

Also, for anyone who reads The Fresca Files or The Additional Fresca Files By Dreamstrifer, yes, I know I'm being a bit unoriginal, but hey, I'm writing a Fanfiction not only of POTC but of The Fresca Files. Yes, I am a fan of Dreamstrifer. She is an amazing writer. Check her out.

So the whole concept of what happens with the Fresca is HER IDEA. I bow to her superior writing ability. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR USING YOUR WONDERUL IDEA, DREAMSTRIFER!!!!"

Ok, on with the story.

Chapter # 1

            School really sucks. It really and truly does…and the summer is never long enough is it? It just seems to fly by as though time just wants to see us suffer within those halls of learning and boredom. FLASH, summer is beginning; YAY FREEDOM. Then, FLASH, summer school…bummer…but hey only for a couple weeks. And then FLASH, NOOOOOOO…back to school. Time…you stink, you know that right. All over the world, children everywhere hate you.

            And you know what? We have every right to; because school really sucks.

            The only, and I mean the only, good thing about school is that you're reunited with your friends whose numbers you forgot to get before the summer started, or whose houses were too far out in bufoo-nowhere's land to actually drive out to and with those who despite being attached to them at the hip, you missed.

            "KRISTIN!!" Maegan called across the commons. Her 'daughter' was easily spotted across the crowded cafeteria by her curly brown hair that was always in a bun, as well has her bright smile and hyper-twitching.

            "MOMMY-MAEGAN!!!" she called back when she turned and saw who had called her name. Both girls then ran towards each other, hands extended to hug one-another. Several people eyed them strangely as though wondering if they'd been out in the hot Florida sun a bit too long. Ok, fine, Kristin called Maegan mommy. So what? Both girls weren't even totally sure when they had started doing it. But it had become a weird sort of family that they both enjoyed. Several people had often commented that Maegan was a very maternal sort of person. Maybe that plus the fact that Kristin was a year younger had something to do with it too. No one was really sure, but the two were great friends.

            "How was your summer?" Maegan asked Kristin as they parted from their hug.

            "Boring…but I'd much rather still be bored at home than be here and be stuck in class." Kristin said. "I wanna go home! Wahahaha." Kristin pretended to burst into tears. "Stupid school! I hate you!" then she looked over Maegan's shoulder and her mood immediately changed, "Everyone else is over that the table!"

            Maegan looked over towards the north corner of the room where she and all her friends always gathered in the mornings and around lunch time. Everyone was there. Maegan smiled, "Well let's not keep them waiting."

            The two girls quickly trotted over to the table to greet their friends.

            Here's where things got interesting for the outsiders. Keeping everyone's name's straight. The two walked up to the table and did their ritual greetings filled with hugs and exclamations of how one girl's hair had grown and how someone else has gotten taller, and just how everyone was just dreading having to go to class.

            Maegan scanned around the table, taking in everyone's presence. Starting on her left and working her way around the table the people who were sitting there were: Ann (a quiet blond girl who was probably the most innocent and uncorrupted one there), Brian (tall guy, great sense of humor), Phillip (another tall guy, with a sense of humor that bordered on the strange and bizarre), Megan (the miniature, Freshman version of Maegan…note the spelling difference in the names), Ali (senior student, obsessed with Elijah Wood), Ali (freshman student, obsessed with Orlando Bloom), J.J (resident card player), Amy (Freshman friend of little Megan) and of course Maegan and Kristin.

            "Hey, what's that you have there Phillip?" Kristin asked.

            He held up his can of soda. "It's Fresca!"

            Maegan laughed. "You actually went out and bought Fresca?"

            "Of course…after reading the Fresca Files online I had to at least try it. It's actually pretty good; I think I've found my new favorite soda."

            Little Maegan extended her hand, "Can I have some? I haven't had Fresca in forever."

            Phillip opened his bag and presented Maegan and Megan with Fresca. "I figured you'd ask for some and I know Maegan has never had it, so I came prepared. Try it."

            Megan took a grateful drink of the carbonated citrus. Older Maegan opened it and took a tentative sip. "So?" Phillip asked expectantly. "What do you think?"

            "I'm not sure…it's ok I guess. I think it's probably something that has to grow on you."

            "Maybe…but you have to admit, Dreamstrifer is a wonderful endorsement for Fresca. Who would have thought that a soda made from grapefruit and what-such could be good?"

            "True," said Maegan, taking another sip.

For a few moments the friends talked about their summers while drinking their Fresca. Laughing about past events and planning future ones. Every now and then the girls without Fresca would lean in to the ones that did and steal a sip or two, so that by the time the bell was ready to ring everyone was quite hyper.

"All you need now," Brian said, "Is a Hobbit drinking song."

Now, he probably meant it as a joke. But that did not deter the girls, who promptly broke out into a very loud and enthusiastic rendition of their favorite Hobbit drinking song:

Hey ho, to the bottle I go,

To heal my heart and drown my woe.

Rain may fall, and wind may blow, but there'll still be…

Many miles to go.

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,

And the stream that falls from hill to plain

Better than rain or rippling brook

AND A MUG OF BEER INSIDE THIS TOOK!

HEY!

Brian shook his head, "…you guys scare me sometimes."

Amy grabbed him around the shoulders, "Ah, come on…being weird is half the fun. And just think: this moment is proudly brought to us by FRESCA! BAHAHAHAHAHA."

The girls were all very hyper by this point. "Just think of all those poor teachers that were going to be subjugated to our hyper-ness." said older Ali.

"At this point I don't really care," exclaimed Megan.

"Can I have some more Fresca?" Asked Amy.

Megan and Maegan shook their heads, "We're both out."

Amy turned to look at Phillip. "Oh no….don't look at me like that." He said.

She puckered her lip. "…please Phillip?"

"No, no, no…"

            She lunged for the can and managed to grab it out of his hand. But at the exact same moment, younger Ali had also lunged for it. Both girls collapsed in a heap on top of the table trying to wrestle the can out of the other's hand while trying to see through fits of giggles. The entire table dissolved into loud laughs at the spectacle.

            "We must all thank Dreamstrifer for this happy moment," commented Kristin.

            "All brought to us by Fresca!" added Megan.

            The two maniacs still continued to vie for the can of soda; slowly moving down the table towards the wall. This was going to be interesting, and would probably end with one of them wearing the soda for the remainder of the day, but hey it was fun to watch.

            The other's turned back to their conversations, figuring that they would know when one of them was victorious.

            Ann laughed. "I still don't get all this."

            "That's cause you don't go on Fanfiction.net. You really should," said Maegan.

            "I don't know. If it makes ya'll crazy I'm not sure if I should."

            "Oh come on! Live a little!" said little Megan.

            "Hey," cut in Phillip. "It'd be really funny if the whole 'Fresca Files' thing was true."

            "We could only wish for Legolas to drop into our midst." Said older Ali, "Though I'd prefer Frodo."

            "Forget that!" said Maegan. "I'd much rather have Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean."

            And in that instant, Amy and little Ali, the two girls fighting for the Fresca…hit the far wall; dousing a nearby electrical outlet with the soda.

            Before she even knew what was happening, Maegan felt like she was suddenly wrenched from her seat. Her vision went black and she thought she had passed out until in an equal suddenness, she realized she was now lying face down in a bed covered with lavish and silky sheets.

            "What the…?" she said to herself, feeling slightly nauseated. Where was she? This wasn't her bed.

            She sat up and looked around. The room she was in looked to be of some pre-revolutionary war period. What was going on? Where was she?

            She looked down at herself and saw she was wearing a cotton night gown of the same vintage as the room and her blond hair rested in curls on her shoulders. "This is too weird…"

            Then there was a knock at the door. "Elizabeth? Darling are you awake? Are you decent?" and at this an older man and two maid walked into the room. "My dear girl, still in bed at this hour?"

            Maegan's eyes widened as the maids began to pull back the blinds to reveal a harbor and the ocean in the distance. "Oh no…"

Author's note: I've seen this sort of thing done by Dreamstrifer for the Lord of the Rings in The Additional Fresca Files but I have not yet seen it done in the POTC stories I've read. Granted I haven't read them all, but still. I wanted to give it a shot.

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