Authors note: I hope you will enjoy reading my fanfic. And I would be very happy if you gave some comments or remarks on it. :D
And please remember that I don't own any of the characters from Treasure Planet. They are all © Disney. Only the character Angelina Moonlight (Angel) is © by me. (Angel)

When Girl met Boy

It was on a random Saturday that I saw him for the first time. My father and I went to a place owned by a dear friend of his, called the "Benbow Inn". He had often visited the place on his own, but now he wanted me to meet his friend and her son. So he took me to the Inn and ordered a meal for us.
When I saw him, I immediately knew by the look of his eyes that he had gone through a lot. My father told me that Mrs. Hawkins' son worked in the Inn for a few days during holiday because the poor woman was in desperate need of help. The boy nodded towards our table and gave me a friendly smile.
For some reason I found myself interested in him. There was something in him I felt a connection with, but I couldn't describe what it was. I noticed that he was somewhat confused about this feelings, too.
"Angelina, are you listening to me?"
I looked up. My father clearly had seen that I didn't pay attention to him at all. I felt a slight of guild. After all; he had also taken me to the Inn to spend some quality time together. I knew this wouldn't work if I didn't cleared my head.
"May I please be excused for a moment?", I asked.
My father sighed. After seventeen years he was very familiar with my dreamy look and by now he knew that I needed to be alone in these moments.
"Very well then, off you go", he said.
I gave him a short kiss on his cheek and took my notebook. Outside there was a bench I could sit on. From the first word I wrote down I was drawn into my own thoughts. When I started to write, nothing in the world could keep me from it. I forgot that there were other people on the planet too and got lost in my own little mind.
So it happened that he stood there beside me and I didn't even noticed him at all. He looked fascinated to my little figure, just sitting there, not moving an inch, writing down words non-stop.
"Are you always so dreamy like this?", he finally said.
I jumped up and let out an quiet scream.
"Don't you scare me like that!"
My notebook had fallen on the ground and he picked it up for me. When he gave it back, he looked at me with a worried expression on his face.
"I'm sorry", he said, "Are you alright?"
I just couldn't stay mad at him and had to smile.
"I'm fine."
We both sat down on the bench. I felt a little uncomfortable, but excited at the same time. I was really curious about him and wanted to know more.
"I'm Jim Hawkins", he introduced himself.
"I'm Angelina Moonlight, but all my friends call me Angel. At least they would, if I had any real friends."
Jim lifted his legs and put his arms around them.
"What do you mean?", he asked.
I thought about my times at school. Why was I even telling him this? Although it could be nice to talk about it with somebody.
"Well", I said, "All those girls at school talk about the same things all the time. It's always about their boyfriends or how well they look. The same mindless chat, every break again. Sometimes they even say I am weird, just because I wear different clothes and don't act the way they do."
Jim really was surprised. He looked into my eyes as if he found something in me that he also found in himself.
"I know exactly what you mean. My so called 'friends' treat me the same and my grades suffered from it. I was crushed to see my mother so disappointed, while she knew I was bright enough."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. Jim seemed like a really popular boy to me, but he wasn't. He clearly understood what I had gone through. There was a silence between us and we both thought how amazing this was.
"He talks about you a lot", Jim finally said.
I was confused by his sudden words.
"Who does?", I asked.
"Your father. He's a really nice man."
"Oh yes, he is. It's a shame he has to go on business trips so often though. I wish he could stay longer with me. Speaking of which; I have to be heading beck. He's waiting for me."
Jim smiled. He had such a wonderful smile!
"It was nice meeting you", he said.
I nodded. "Same here. I hope to see you around."
I picked up my notebook and walked towards the Inn. I could just see how Jim was staring to the stars, lost in his own thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking.
Back at the dinner table I couldn't put it out of my head. I knew there was something, but it remained a mystery to me what it was.

After we had finished our meals, my dad suddenly had to go away for some business. Luckily, Mrs. Hawkins agreed to keep an eye on me. And so I had to stay at the Benbow Inn. Because I didn't want to be a burden for her, I helped Mrs. Hawkins clearing the tables and washing the dishes. I can't remember when, but at some point Jim walked in. I was just busy to put all the plates back into the closet.
"Shall I help you with that?", he asked.
I looked confused and for a moment I couldn't say anything.
"Oh…yes please", I said, relieved that I was still able to speak some words.
When he stood right next to me I felt ashamed that my hair was such a mess and my clothes were all wet. But he seemed perfectly ok with this and smiled at me.
"Where's your father?", he asked, "I haven't seen him around here anymore."
"Oh no", I replied, "He had to leave. I don't know when he will be back though."
"And he left you with my mother and me?"
I picked up another plate and lowered my eyes.
"Yes he did. He has good faith in your mother, you know. I'm so sorry if my presence is inconvenient, I really didn't mean to…"
Softly he pressed his finger against my lips.
"Don't be sorry", he said, "I like having you around here."
I believe that was the first time a boy ever made me blush. I turned my head away, to prevent him from seeing my red cheeks.
"Do you like to read books?", I said surprised, pointing on the book he had taken with him.
"Oh…yes. I used to read books with pirate story's in it. Now I also like to read other ones."
I took the book in my hand and leaf through it. I was filled with delight to know someone else read these adventure story's too.
"You know, I love books!"
Jim looked up from his work and came standing behind me.
"Really?", he said.
I nodded. "Oh yes! I want to become a writer myself too someday."
Shortly after that we came in a big discussion, both thrilled to know we liked the same genre. We almost forgot to get on with our work.
At that moment Mrs. Hawkins came into the kitchen with some new plates for us to wash.
"Ah," she said, "So you have met my son Jim?"
She gave him a quick wink. "Well, I have to take some new orders. Will you two manage it around here?"
"Sure we will!", we both said and Mrs. Hawkins took off.
I felt that there was a tension between Jim and me, and I'm pretty sure he felt it too. We had so much in common!

When all the tables were clean, the dishes done and everything stood on the place it was supposed to be, I left the kitchen to find my room. I had a wonderful soft bed and cuddled against my pillow. I took a pen and picked up my notebook. I felt a real urge to write something down. It was about my mother.
At eleven O'clock I decided that it was time to go to sleep. For a moment I thought how nice it was from Mrs. Hawkins that I could stay with her and Jim, before I closed my eyes. The dream I had was about my mother, just like every night. How we hugged and played games…I was so happy. Until I saw that horrible car again. I screamed as I watched my mother die. I reached with my hand for her, but she was too far away.
The next thing I can remember, was Jim taking me into his arms. Apparently his room was next to mine, so he must have heard me crying. I felt his warm body against mine and crawled closer to him. He stroke me gently over my hair and held me tightly into his arms. Now I knew he was with me it gave me great comfort. Eventually I let my head rest against his chest and closed my eyes again.