So.. my laptop kinda took an internet poop and wouldn't connect to the god damned wifi, and pretty much made me super cranky. As far as I could tell though.. one review. I neeeeeeeed feedback from you guys to let me know how I'm doing. If you don't like my style of writing, just say so! If you like what I've got, I'd love to hear from you! Just TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT! D: Anyway, onward. Just thought I'd get that out there. Enjoy!

3.

Narelle emerged from her house after sleeping last night's patrol off. It was around midday, and she figured she should get out and at least walk around town. Her pale yellow dress made her slightly tanned skin stand out, and although the other ladies of society gave her looks, she noticed that they were of jealousy than of disgust.

What is it that I have that they want? she thought. Certainly I'm not that pretty.

She rounded the corner and almost smacked right into someone. She gasped, and kept her eyes to the street.

"I'm so sorry," she said. She looked up to see who she almost hit, and froze. Her pale blue eyes stared into the green eyes of none other than James Norrington. She instantly curtsied.

"I'm so sorry, Captain," she repeated.

James flustered a bit before replying.

"It's no problem at all, Miss Westbrook," he said. "I was actually looking for you."

Narelle's cheeks warmed, and she smiled nervously.

"Me?" she asked. "Why me?"

"Well, I was actually wondering if you wanted to join me for tea?"

She gave a surprised look, and smiled a little. "I'd like that, but may I inquire as to why?" she asked.

"Just want to get to know you, that's all, Miss Westbrook." James smiled fully back.

Narelle heard someone whisper, and her head snapped toward the source. A passerby looked down, and she quickly grew annoyed.

"What was that?" she demanded. "What did you just say?"

The passing lady looked back to Narelle in fear.

"N- nothing," she shakily replied. "I didn't say anything."

"Sure." Narelle kept cool. "Just keep walking."

The lady hurried off. Narelle looked back to James.

"Sorry," she said. "I could have sworn she called me a-"

"It doesn't matter," he replied. "Let them talk."

Narelle sighed slightly. Her smile returned. "Why don't you come by my estate in an hour? I have a garden in the back that I would love for you to see."

If James' smile could grow, it would. He chuckled.

"I'd love to see it. Very well. I'll come to your estate."

"Great," Narelle replied. "I'm sure you know where I live, it's the new house at the end of that road," she pointed towards her house, "down there."

She sat in the shade in the yard in the back, reading. She was hoping Norrington would show up soon, or she would go inside and finish some work she had piling on her desk. She turned the page and only stared down at the text, not really paying attention on the words.

She jumped a little when someone cleared their throat.

"Miss Westbrook," Sophie said. "A Captain Norrington is here. Something about you expecting him?"

"Yes, Sophie," Narelle replied. "Could you send him back here? And grab some tea?" She gave her a smile.

Sophie smiled back. "Of course, m'lady." She disappeared.

Narelle closed her book and stood as James stepped outside.

"Captain," Narelle said as she curtsied.

"Miss Westbrook," James replied as he bowed slightly. His eyes wandered to the blooming hedges. "I wasn't expecting this many flowers."

Narelle half-smiled. "There's a few more further back. Would you like to see?"

James nodded, and held out his arm. She slipped hers through his, and they walked through the small gate into the rest of her garden. She pulled away from him to close the gate behind her, turned back to James, and grinned at his expression.

He had never seen so many flowers and so many colors in one place before. Reds, pinks, even oranges of all shades seemed to light the entire area, while the blues and purples, even a few black flowers seemed to give it an endless illusion. He slowly turned around, taking in the sight, and started walking down the pathway. He came to a central point, where all different paths came together, and saw a vase full of pink roses. Perfectly arranged in a fashion where no flower wasn't touching another, he noticed there was only one rose that was white. It was directly in the center, and his eyebrows furrowed together in slight confusion. He turned to Narelle.

"Why is there-" he started.

"The white rose," she cut him off, "is what Sophie calls 'the missing piece' of my life."

"What is the missing piece?"

She lightly smiled. "I won't say. I'll tell you when that rose is replaced with a red one."

"Can't you indulge?"

"There's an entire story behind this bouquet. Someday I will tell you."

James smiled back. "I'll hold you to that. I have a few stories of my own that I may one day share."

Well? I'm sorry….. this was written down, and I was going to publish it, but here's a quick synapse of what happened recently… I started school, had a boyfriend, kicked boyfriend to the curb, then finished school… now that I'm done with college till January, I will have plenty of time to rage at my computer as well as post some goodness for you… don't forget to leave feedback please! :D ~Emy022