Title: It Sucks to Be Me
Author: Keylah
Rating: PG? PG-13
Summary: Based upon the song "It sucks to be me" from the broadway musical Avenue Q. (yes, another one :P)
Pairings: none, but if you squint REALLY hard you can kindamaybesortanotreally see J/W/N
Disclaimer: PoTC and all affiliated characters belong to Disney and whoever else holds the copyright.
A/N: Yes another one...I couldn't help it...XD; I could figure out whether Will or Norrington should be Rod, (Cause Jack was a sure fit for Nicky) so I put them all in the same apartment! Again, another random shortlittle ficlet spawned by hours listening to Avenue Q songs.
And knowing me, I might come back and rewrite this a bit in the future but anywho that said. Go ahead and read.
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"Ack, life sucks" Elizabeth mumbled as she glared at the newspapers spread everywhere on the porch besides her, and hung her head between her arms, "Can't get a date, can't even get a job. Ech, it sucks to be me right now."
"You think you have it bad?" Norrington groused grumpily, running his fingers through his hair as he drew up to stand next to her as he looked wryly at the two figures who were straggling behind him by a minute or so.
Elizabeth jumped, "James?"
"Yeah."
"And I suppose you think you have it worse?"
Norrington gave a long-suffering sigh, "I believe I do." He answered and gently rubbed his temples with his forefingers in slow circles.
"you're not me mother, William!"
"Of course I'm not your mother, Jack, but you could at least put your clothes away! We spent all morning cleaning it up."
"It's not my fault they don't land in the' drawer when I toss'm"
"That's because you stuffed the drawer with rum! When we get home, you're cleaning out that drawer!"
"See?" Norrington reiterated.
Will nodded emphatically as well as soon as he drew close enough to hear Elizabeth and Norrington's conversation and scowled, pointing fingers at Norrington and Jack, "Ever since we've met we've been great friends."
"Term 'friends' used loosely of course." Norrington muttered.
"So?" Elizabeth asked skeptically,
"So, these two know lots of things that make me upset." Norrington explained.
"And I have t'live with these two upstarts." Jack added from over Will's shoulder.
"Shut up. You leave your clothes out! And you come home late reeking of rum." Norrington snarled pointing his finger at Jack, "And you put your feet up on my chair!" he said, turning to Will.
Will blinked, "Well excuse me! And you…you…do things like…"
"Iron yer underwear, Jamie!" Jack proclaimed loudly.
Everyone sniggered as Norrington turned bright red.
"It's 'James', Jack! JAMES."
"What are you all arguein' about?"
"Ah! Anamaria!" Jack exclaimed nervously, he jumped behind Will again (who rolled his eyes and stepped away, pushing him in front, "You're the one she's mad at, you deal with it, Jack" he muttered.)
"How much our lives suck," Elizabeth explained.
Anamaria's face set in a scowl as she rolled her sleeves back and gave Jack a stinging slap on the face.
"Your lives suck?" she growled, "I come to this neighborhood and the first thing that happens is that a CERTAIN someone CRASHED my CAR! MY CAR!"
"I'll get ya a'nother, 'kay?" Jack wheedled, holding his arms out in a placating gesture, palms facing upward.
"You'd better!"
"GAAAH!" Gibbs came tearing out of his house.
"Dare I ask what's your complaint?" Norrington inquired dryly.
"There's no more rum in the house!" Gibbs wailed, "The landlady threw it all out!"
Everyone blinked. (Except Norrington who rolled his eyes and called them all idiots)
"Well then." Jack said, voicing everyone's (minus Norrington who still thought they were idiots) thoughts.
"You win, Mate. I feel better now."
-End-
