Here we meet Kiera, my OC. This all takes place few months before Jim finds the map.
I do not own Treasure Planet
Chapter One: Banter
Kiera Smythson rolled over in her bed. She could not sleep. She opened up the window in her tiny bedroom. The hot air escaped with a slight sucking noise. She leaned out to watch the Benbow Inn next to her little apartment home.
She tucked a lock of waist-length brown hair behind her ear, hoping it wouldn't get caught in one of her many piercings. She blinked in the cold air as her eyes watered slightly. She could hear her father's snoring in the next room.
For a moment she turned to look out the door. She whipped back around as a creak caught her attention. He's home! she thought happily.
A light turned on in the Benbow. A tall, pony-tailed figure stood in the lower level for a few moments, then the light went off. A few moments later, a light in the topmost level turned on. The pony-tailed figure stood, banged something on the ground and groaned.
Kiera watched, almost eagerly, as Jim Hawkins threw his jacket to the floor, and eased out of his shirt. Even from the distance her apartment was from the inn, she could see the straight line running down his back, the golden kiss the lamp placed on his tanned skin, and the slight line of dark hair at his navel when he turned. When was it that a crush turned into obsession?
He was perfect. She loved how deliberately he did things, how there was a certain tautness to how his skin stretched on his skeleton, how he always did the wrong thing in the right way. Leave it to the good girl to fall for the bad boy.
Jim left his room for a moment, probably to wash up, and she turned to the mirror above her dresser. A small girl, lean though curvy, with a heart-shaped, olive-toned face, bright, light blue eyes, a full, sensual mouth, and plain, straight brown hair stared back. She touched her face. It was a pretty face; pert nose, slight indents from long nights under her eyes, a strong jaw line, and thick dark lashes surrounding her eyes, giving her an innocent expression.
No matter how pretty her face, Jim still didn't notice her.
She brushed her long, thin fingers over her ears. They stuck out slightly, were round and shaped well to her head. Over the years, she had pierced them all the way around their helixes with golden hoops, ruby drops, and a pearl or two, though at the moment, they were missing about three earrings. She had taken after Jim in that manner, though he had many less piercings.
No matter how many piercings she got, Jim still didn't notice her.
She played absently with her hair. Jim had long hair, some tied back in a rat-tail. She grew her hair out to her waist, nearly her hips now, just to mimic him.
No matter how long her hair was, Jim still didn't notice her.
Another creak caught her attention. She raced back to window as Jim paced his room, unzipping his pants. She always covered her eyes at that part. Kiera would like to watch him take off his pants, but she would feel so guilty about it later.
Moment later, she uncovered her eyes and watched him as he stretched in his green and white striped pajamas pants, yawning, pulling that little flap of skin near his hip tight, creating a line that would go down to his thigh. She imagined tucking her finger into that little groove. Unconsciously, she made a rather loud noise of sensual delight.
Jim snapped his head to her window in surprise. She ducked, remembering she wore only her red half-shirt and shorts. She didn't want him to see her like that! Hiding under the sill, long fingers still groping the wood, she waited, daring not to breathe.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Hey, spitfire!" Her father always called her that. Could he possibly care enough to know what her father's pet name for her?
She peered over the sill, sure that her eyes were acting as for him to find where she was.
"Hey, spitfire! You lookin' at me?!" he shouted out the window. He could see her; he was looking straight at her.
Kiera stood up and took a deep breath. Yeah, she was nervous, but this moment could make it or break it for her. She could attract him, or she could make it known that she was a nervous, fluttery, easily upset person to him.
"Yeah! So what's it to ya?!" she shouted back, standing up straight and putting her hands on her hips, hoping to emphasize her flat stomach and the bar that ran through her belly button that no one (Except her, of course) knew about.
"I'm not too fond of stalkers, even if they are cute!" he snarled back.
"So much to say for yourself, dumbass!"
"Oh, you want some of this, don't you, spitfire!?" he said, running a few fingers over his lean stomach and thrusting his hips out. He made a lewd motion.
"The name is Kiera, thanks!" she snapped back. She did want him. She wanted him badly.
He said something so lewd in reply that Kiera didn't really want to think about it. She slammed the window shut and whisked away to her bed, where she grabbed one of her pillows and hugged it fiercely, pretending, wishing, wanting it to be Jim.
There was a tap at the window. She ignored it. It was probably Jim. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Tap, tap, tap. Again she ignored it. Tap, tap, tap; but harder this time. She actually did get up and went to the window, arranging her face so that she looked cross.
Jim was there, seemingly floating in midair, when she knew that he was really just sitting on his solar-surfer. He gave her a heart-melting smile and she grudgingly opened the window.
"What do you want, pervert?" she asked crossly. "I was sleeping."
"Sorry, I'm…sorry I upset you. That really wasn't a cool thing to say to you. Yeah, I'm sorry," he said bashfully. He ran a hand through his bangs, and blushed. "My mom would beat me stupid if she heard me say that."
"You're already stupid," she replied, crossing her arms and sticking a hip out.
His blush quickly turned to an angry flush.
"Look, I'm trying to apologize here! You're not helping by being frustrating!" he said, blue eyes flashing.
"I'm just being honest," she said.
"Okay, you're sort of right, I do some pretty fucking stupid things….look, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
There were plenty of things he could do to make it up to her…better start off small.
"No," she said flatly. His jaw dropped.
"Look, I'll take on a moonlit ride on my solar-surfer, how 'bout that?"
"It's a solar-surfer. This is what we call night, when the sun goes down and the moon comes out."
"Then explain why I'm still floating here, and not falling to the ground?"
"Touché." Kiera stood firmly at the window.
"Well, come on!" He held his hand out to her. She stayed there.
"Do you trust me?" He offered her his hand again. She hesitated but took it and he pulled her up onto the board. She closed her arms around his bare stomach and hung on for dear life as he took off.