I remember watching this movie a long time ago. I wasn't really old enough to comprehend the amazing sexiness that is Jim Hawkins. I feel upset that I can never actually touch him and I know I'm not the only one! Damn you Disney! I was thinking about using his character in one of my other story. Guardians: next generation. I wanted to pair him with the lead female, Anael. I may have to if he remains stuck in my head. It's so stuck in my head, I can't concentrate on any of my other stories. I'm two weeks late on my Arc 2! So I'm going to get him out the healthy way. This is just the movie with a character of mine in it with a few extra bits and pieces.

Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet or Jim Hawkins

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Orianna!"

I groaned and rolled over on other side. I smiled in my slumber. The other side of the pillow was so cold and nice.

"Orianna!"

"Hmmm?" I purred.

The light bulb on my ceiling shined. I felt my pupils dilate painfully. I pulled the covers over my eyes to shield me from the accursed brightness. I felt the covers pulled off of me. Chill ran up my spine. I cracked an eye open. My mother was standing before me with my blanket in her hand.

"I know it's your last day but you still need to go," She told me.

I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"Okay, I'm up," I yawned again.

"Hurry up or you'll be late," she told me.

I gave her a wave of my hand in response and she left the room. I stood up and hesitantly left my wonderful comfy bed. I dragged my self to the bathroom. I pealed off my nightgown and stepped into the shower. I turned the facet on warm. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered up my hair. I rinsed and repeated this act twice. I wrapped a towel around my body and went back to my room. I dried off and put on blue jeans, a lime green tank, my favorite black zip up sweatshirt with the white wings on the back, and black boots. I grabbed a few things and went back to the bathroom. I set them all out in front of me. I began the daily ritual of controlling my wild, curly hair. I parted my hair in the middle and squeezed some hair mousse in my hand and ran it through my hair. I then preceded to place massive amounts of gel to flatten my hair. I took up my hair dryer and blew out my hair. When I was finished, my hair's famous volume showed itself and it looked like an afro. I sighed heavily. I took up a hair clip and pinned back the part of my hair that was sticking out the most. The front of my hair was shorter then the rest. It spiraled down the each side of my face. I was glad. The gel would keep it from frizzing.

I went back to my room and grabbed my backpack. I picked up my new sketch pad and stuffed it into my bag. Before I left, I checked myself in the mirror. I was always told I had an exotic appearance. I was a mix of different nationalities. My father was Italian and my mother was Jamaican so my skin was a caramel mocha color. My hair was dark brown, almost black, down to waist and very curly. My eyes were a light brown. They almost looked purple in the right light. I was really short too, about 4'9. Pretty short for a fifteen year old. A fact that always bugged me. I had a petite figure of size zero. I was modest but even I had to admit I am pretty.

I was about to head downstairs when I remembered something very important. I ran back to my dresser drawer and opened the top drawer. I rummaged through it and pull out a really small white crystal box. I opened it and picked up my favorite pieces of jewelry in the entire galaxy. It was a set of sterling silver earrings in the shape of angel wings. My parents had always known I had an affinity for wings so they bought me the earrings for my birthday several years ago. It didn't have a special amazing origin but they still meant the world to me. I wore them everyday. I looped them through my ears. The tips kissed the skin at the middle of my neck. I checked the clock. It was 7:45. If I wasn't at school in the next fifteen minutes, I would be late and the teacher would give me detention. I didn't want detention on the last day of school! I slung my bag over my shoulder and ran downstairs. My parents were eating breakfast, but I had no time to join them. I gulped down some orange juice and a lunar eclipse egg. I waved goodbye and ran out the door.

Hard to believe that it was morning. The sky was dreary and brown. Was it going to rain. I ran faster. I don't know why I chose to run. Maybe if I got my dad to drive me, I could have been on time. I didn't have to look at my wristwatch to know that I wasn't going to make it. My school soon came into sight. Maybe I would make it. I burst through the front door. The hallways were clear. Did class start? I ran faster. I turned a sharp corner and collided into something. Hard. My body flew to the ground like a rag doll. I sat up and rubbed my sore arm.

"I-I'm so sorry!" I said while gathering a few things that fell out of my bag. "I was in a r-rush and I wasn't looking where I was going,"

I didn't look up at the person I bumped into. I was about to stand up when the sound of the morning bell echoed through the halls. I suddenly felt like remaining on the floor until the day was over.

"You okay?" a smooth voice asked me. I stiffened. I knew that voice. The person offered me his hand. I took it.

"Yeah," I said and he hoisted me up. I finally looked the person who I pretty much assaulted. My breathe caught in my throat. It was that boy who was in my fifth period biology class. Jim Hawkins, I think his name was. I wasn't too sure of his name but I knew his face and voice anywhere. I got nervous around him because he was just so hot, but other than that I didn't know anything about him. From rumors, he was just the classic bad bot who liked danger and got in trouble all the time. It was easy to see why he was so popular with the ladies. He was so handsome. Anyone could see under his baggy clothes that he was slender and toned. He had lightly tanned and his hair was chocolate brown was cut in a bowl shape and parted in the middle. Some of his hair was shaved off, with a braid at the base of his neck. In other words, he was sporting a rat-tail. He had a gold hoop earring in his left ear. He screamed rebel.

His most stunning feature is his big sky blue eyes. Something about them made them so amazing to me. I then noticed that I was staring at him like a gaping idiot. I blushed and hid it under a book I was holding. I don't think he noticed though. He turned his back to me and started walking away. He gave my a "seeya" and a small wave. I stood there dumbstruck. That was the first time I had any contact with him. Ever! I couldn't believe it went down like that.

I then remember what I was doing. Ahh! I was late! I made a dash for first period.

Sixth period, Lunch, 12;36 PM

I stirred my salad with little interest. The cafeteria was pretty empty but at least some of friends came to school. Apparently, most of the students didn't bother showing up. Each of classes had a maximum of like six students. We didn't even do anything in class. I sighed. What a waste of a day. A trey suddenly plopped next to me. I turned and saw my friend Bianca sat down next to me. She was the last one that didn't cut school.

"Hey," she grinned.

"Hi," I replied.

"So what's the plan for the summer?" she inquired.

"Nothing really. Probably just walk around and draw anything interesting," I shrugged.

"That's so boring," Bianca grumbled.

"Well, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Going to spend some time with the fam on Earth," Bianca answered.

I sighed again. Bianca was always going on glamorous vacations while I never left Montressor. I threw out the rest of my lunch and said good-bye to Bianca. She was going to take the rest of the day off. The idea was appealing. I walked outside. The day seemed to be getting brighter. The sun was out and there were barely any clouds. I walked outside the school. A lot of my fellow students were out there. I settled on a small hill and leaned against the tree that sat a top it. I took out my sketch pad and a new pencil and waited for it to come to me. Sketching in my opinion was the easiest part of being an artist. I love to paint but I don't do it much anymore. Starting a piece was always exciting but halfway through I would get bored and lose the will to finish. I always wondered if I could pay someone to finish my paintings. Not to mention it tortured me. I missed many nights of sleep because I couldn't decided whether or not I wanted a black dot in one of my pieces.

I couldn't think of anything. I pulled my long hair off my back and clipped it into a low side ponytail. I looked up from the blank page and tilted my head to the side. Just looking at him brought blush to my cheeks. He was standing over by the bleachers with a few friends. I had my inspiration. I looked at him and my hand outlined him. He was the strong, silent type. It was easy to capture his essence. I felt strange. I knew I didn't like him. How could I? I didn't know him but he still made me blush whenever he smiled. I was so lost in his features that I didn't realize that he was leaving. And heading towards me! I stuffed my sketch book back in my bag and stood up. Oh God. He was getting closer and looking at me. I turned on my heel and Smack! I ran right into the tree I was leaning against!

My cheeks burned with red hot embarrassment. Tears pooled in the corner eyes from both my painful, throbbing nose and the fact that I made a fool of myself in front of him. Before anything else happened I ran. I wanted to get away so fast that didn't notice I dropped one of my earrings.

Why can't I ever look cool for once in front Jim Hawkins!

There you have it! The first chapter. I hope you liked it. It's still going to follow the movie but I wanted you readers to know Orianna a little bit. Curly hair is great but you gotta know hoe to tame it. I'm officially 20 and I just learned how to control it. Thank you for reading and please review.