I know, I know. This one is way too short, so I'm going to update two. Yeah...
When I read back on the two chapters, I realized I had a lot of typos. This is why one should use a Microsoft word with spell check.
Mouche: Thank so so much. Umm... yeah, I think you won't be disappointed on Alex being like that. There's gonna be a little time off because of Jack though.
XXGoldenEclipseXX,cridge15: Thanks for the compliment. I love Alexandra too.
SailorSorcerer: Do I deserve it? I don't know. This is the best story I've got. So... yeah. Let's hope it keeps going good like this.
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or their characters. I only own Alexandra and Cheyenne. The lyrics belong to the Jonas Brothers.
Chapter 3. Don't Ask Why
They say you know
When you really find the one
But it's hard to tell
With the damage that's been done
-Make It Right (Jonas Brothers)
My anger slowly faded as I watched her sleep.
I started to question why I lost my temper at the first place. Was what she said really that bad? No, it wasn't. It was perfectly normal. It was what girls tell me everyday.
Almost.
But it came from her, it hurt. A bit.
When I looked at her sleeping form, I got angry again. I didn't know why. I reached towards her. Why not? Why not do it now? It would be so easy, I've been wanting this for days. Hesitantly, I unbottoned her first button.
She didn't move, too exhausted and tired to be awaken.
I undid the second one.
My finger paused on the third one.
I could see her dreaming. She looks so desperate, I cannot bear to hurt her again. I withdrew my hand.
Instead, I take of her boots and vests.
"Sweet dreams, love." I whispered in her ear.
I went up to the deck.
Sucessfully, I made a deal with her for 10 years she will stay with me.
But can I look at her every day in ten years, her eyes distant and empty?