Chapter 10- I love him...not

Sorry, i had to re-post this becasue i haven' t put a disclaimer for soo many chapters so, yeah. i don't own POTC. Also, sorry to all my anonymous readers becasue my "anonymous reviews" was disablied, and i just realised- so sorry! So its my own fault. Anyway, i might try and post in the weekend, depends.

Francesca

"Will?" I called, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist. I went back in the house, searching for him. It's kind of weird, Will reacting like this, and all. I mean, I know Jack is an ass, but since when did Will let it get to him? Hmm, maybe Will just needed more time to get used to the 21st century…

I was glad to be away from Jack, because truth to be told, he made me feel…uneasy. I don't know. It's just the way his eyes are…they're all dark and murky and ugh! I wish he didn't stare at me like that all the time. I couldn't believe he was saying all those things earlier. Jack's flirting is just maddening. Okay. I do admit that he did…look good. I mean, with his weird dreadlocks and his kohl around his eyes and… Oh, come on- who in their right mind wouldn't? He's been working on a goddamn ship for his whole life. I need to stop thinking about that dirty pirate.

Being around Will was a bit more, I don't know…comfortable. Like, he didn't make me feel uncomfortable all the time like Jack. Jack is either making me mad, or surprising me with his witty comments all the time. When I first met Will I thought he was quiet. But the past few days, I can tell he's been trying to avoid Jack, and has been talking to me and Amanda most of the time…and it's pretty amazing because I pretty much know about his whole life now. And that's not including the movie part of his life. I guess I should tell him more about me…but I've only known him…just a week? How selfish of me, not to trust him. Whereas he's only known me for a week, and has told me everything. And, he hasn't really watched a movie about me either. I hate myself sometimes.

I found him in my room, sitting on the couch he always slept on. I looked up an smiled when I plonked myself next to him. And I sunk right in the couch. I was amazed by how Will could sleep on this and not complain- I know I would if I had to sleep on something this soft.

"Hey" I said softly. "What's wrong?" I looked at him. He didn't answer at once. It seemed to me, that he was trying to figure out what he wanted to say.

"I'm guessing it's not Jack…" I suggested. Will smiled and shook his head. Then what was wrong? Was he still moping about Elizabeth? He didn't really talk about Elizabeth at all, but you could tell when he's thinking about her. But how could Elizabeth be the reason why he didn't just want to come for a swim?

"So why don't you want to come for a swim?" I asked. "Or is Jack right?" I smiled.

He scowled. "Jack's the reason why I can't…you remember when I told you he tricked me onto the Flying Dutchman?" he asked. I thought about it.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, well I still have these wounds from my father when he…never mind. I just want them to- heal first…" he said awkwardly, looking away. I blinked.

"Oh" I said dumbly. How could I forget? Will was whipped by his father. I am such an idiot sometimes. "I'm sorry I forg- I didn't know…" I finished. He just smiled a bit back, and looked at me awkwardly.

"Are you okay?" I asked. What a smart question. But what could I do? I thought about possibly getting out all the bandaids in this house, and asking him if he wanted them before I realised how stupid my idea was.

He nodded. "I'm fine"

"I could clean them for you if you like…I mean, I guess they would heal faster that way" I said. Wait, did I just say I would clean his wounds? I get sick if someone mentions needles…what was I thinking?

"You would? I'm fine if you don't want to, but-"

"No, no it's fine I do" I blurted. Oh. Right. I smiled.

"Thanks" he smiled back. I nodded, and walked awkwardly across the room to the bathroom. I had no idea what to do. Hadn't I got an "A" in everything at school? Right, well that was because we didn't learn to be doctors, whatever. I quickly grabbed a little towel, soaked it in water, and rinsed it.

I walked back to Will, who was looking through French Vogue. I frowned.

"You read French?" I asked disbelievingly. He didn't look French to me. He shook his head, closing the magazine.

"I can speak a little, but not read" he smiled.

"Great" I said, forgetting about the towel. Right, I had to clean his wounds on his…back? Haha, I would probably make it worse. I breathed nervously. "Hhhokay. You're going to have to stand up first" I said. He stood up, somewhat amused.

"And, um you might want to uh. Well I'm just saying that it would be easier if you well-" I began awkwardly. Oh well I don't know! He's from the goddamn 18th century- how was I supposed to ask him to take his shirt off? I'm not that kind of person…am I?

He laughed. "Yeah, it would be easier" he said. I smiled weakly. While Will unbuttoned his shirt, I made myself unsuccessfully not stare. I had shamefully done a lot of Jack-staring just then and I wondered if Will also had scars and tattoos and bullets wounds everywhere. Well, I thought not, until he turned around.

Oh.

His whole back was literally a bloody mess. There were a few deep gashes, obviously where he was whipped, and they looked no where near healed. To sum it up, there was a lot of blood. I gulped.

"Uh…" I began. "I'm n-not really good at this…but I'll try. Tell me if it hurts okay?" I said. He nodded, still apparently finding this funny. "Stop smiling, it's not funny" I said weakly.

I carefully placed the towel on his back, and wiped a bit of blood off gently. I winced. "Are you okay?" I squeaked worriedly. He nodded. Gradually, I started to get the hang of it, and progressed slowly, until there was no blood left, just the deep gashes. He looked a whole lot better than before, and I had actually did what I said without fainting or anything. Hooray. Whoop. I couldn't stop smiling.

"Okay. Done" I said brightly.

"Can I smile now?" Will asked. I hit him, scowling.

"ARghhh…" Will cried. I gulped. Right, I actually hit him right on his back where his wounds were. Fucking great.

"Fuu- uhhh, oh my god I'm so sorry" I said worriedly. I just stared back at him in surprise, not sure what to do, as he finally turned back around. He started laughing. I went back to glaring at him.

He smiled. "It's okay. And thanks for…you know…hey where did I put my shirt again" he frowned, looking around. I blinked, and abruptly stopped staring. Oh, shut up. I spotted it on my bed, and went over to get it.

Just as I was about to give him his shirt back, I heard a huge yell.

"SSSSSEEESSSSCAAAAAAAAAAA" hollered Jack from probably the living room. I looked at Will, who rolled his eyes back.

"Cescaaa, I'm cold…oh" said Jack from the doorway. He was dripping wet, not even thinking what he was doing to my house. "I'll leave you two to your busy-ness then" he smirked at us. I looked dumbly from Will's shirt in my hand, and my towel that had nearly fallen off, to Will, and then to Jack. I hastily stuffed the shirt in Will's hands and hoisted my towel up. Shit.

"Go take a shower if you're cold then" I said, glaring at him. Will put his shirt back on and stood there awkwardly.

"And will ye be joining me luv? After ye done with the whelp, that is?" he smirked, walking over to the bathroom. He left a trail of water on my bedroom floor. I opened my mouth, closed it, then opened it again, in disbelief. Why did Jack always have to come at the worst time, and assume the worst? Stupid pirate.

"Done with him? I-I was cleaning his wounds he got from when you tricked him onto the Flying Dutchman!!"I yelled at him from across the room. I couldn't believe how infuriating he could be sometimes.

Jack didn't even answer; he was already in the bathroom, turning on the shower. I hope he did it right this time; I didn't want him to damage my home any more than he already had. I hate that man. I've only known him for a week and I already can't stand him. Oh, god who was I turning into? Of course I didn't hate him.

I looked back at Will, who just looked back at me. I smiled a little, chucked off my towel, and hastily went over to my closet. I randomly shoved my hand in an abandoned Prada shopping bag and pulling whatever it was, on. I tried to take as long as possible to put my shorts on.

As I got out of my closet, I decided there was nothing better to do, so I collapsed on my bed, hugging the sheets around me. I didn't even feel tired, just restless I suppose. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I could sense Will come over and plop himself on the edge of the bed.

"Can I ask you something?" he said softly in the soft voice of his. I opened my eyes and sat up against the bed frame, nodding.

"What was that dream about?" he said. I frowned. What dream? Oh, right. He was asking that? It was bloody a week ago, I had even forgotten it, why did he still remember?

I opened my mouth, shrugged and closed it again. "Nothing"

Will stared at me and then raised his eyebrows. "I thought you said it was about pirates?"

"Shut up" I muttered. I looked at him in defeat. "It was actually about this guy, um, you know. We broke up a year ago, doesn't matter anymore…" I said reluctantly.

Will's eyes softened and shone with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that" he said uncertainly. Was he trying to make me feel better by saying he's sorry?

"I'm not sorry" I spat. Will looked confused. "Sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you like that. I just- don't. Don't be sorry"

Will nodded. He held my hand softly. "Want to talk about it?" he asked uncertainly again. I sighed. Jack was having a shower, or whatever he was doing, Amanda said she'd cook dinner, which she probably is now judging by the lovely smell that was coming from outside my room. I figured there was nothing else to do, besides I owe him something, for telling me so much about himself. I swallowed, and smiled.

"Daddy?" I smiled up at him. That's right, up. He was so tall; even I had to look up at him. Maybe that's why I still called him daddy, because I felt like a little girl next to him. "Seen Dom?" I asked. I looked around again, wondering where the hell he was gone.

"Happy birthday dear, you look marvellous" he said yet again, ignoring my question. I rolled my eyes and kissed him on the cheek, before leaving to find him. He wouldn't be hard to spot, since he was nearly as tall as daddy, but not quite. No one is taller than my dad, I don't think. I still couldn't spot him though. I sighed irritably, and went over to Amanda, who was chatting to some guy, who seemed to be trying a bit too hard to impress her. I snorted softly to myself. Give it up, I thought. He should know who he's trying to impress, to know not to.

"Hey, seen Dom anywhere?" I asked Amanda, ignoring the guy who was trying to look down her dress. In fact, I took the time to squeeze myself in front of him, blocking him from Amanda's view. She looked around. "No, sorry, hey check upstairs" she suggested. Oh yeah, upstairs, I should have thought about that. I nodded, and left, even more irritated. Where the hell was he? This was my party, and he was supposed to be with me. Is that too much to ask of my 8 month year old boyfriend?I scowled, and walked up the spiral staircase.

Anyway, Dom, or Dominic, as my parents call him has indeed been with me for eight months. Eight months is quite long for me, not that I've had many other relationships in the past. My last record was one month, and that was when I was 19 or something. I just get bored easily.

He is that guy. You know. The designer purse you want everyone to be jealous of at your year twelve formal. I actually can't stand him sometimes. Sometimes I don't even know why I'm with him. My parents fucking love him because he sucks up to them so muchI should too, but I'm not sure. I still haven't said I love him yet, even though he says it every day. I'm actually falling more in love with him every day, I guess. I trust him more than some of my closest friends, even. That's actually a lot, coming from someone like me. I've got to be careful with who I trust. Anyway, his parents own a huge oil company, which makes him a billionaire already for doing nothing. He's also a model as well, which explains why he's nearly as tall as daddy.

Dom owns three Ferrari's. Three. A lime green one, a red one and a blue one. I bet you if there was a limited edition LV print Ferrari, he'd buy that too. In three colours. I think the only reason I'm still with him aside from the fact that he loves me, is 'cause he's so fucking sexy. Really. He has dark brown hair that's always messy, which is what makes it sexy, I suppose, the greenest eyes, and the longest eyelashes, and a fucking amazing body. Truth is, I'm a little bored now. Not just the sex, but just him in general. I've been bored with him for the last few months, but I still can't walk away from him because he's so damn good looking. Oh, help. But, I'd still feel guilty for breaking up with him since he hasn't done anything wrong, and I would only hurt his feelings. Oh, and my parents will hate me, especially daddy. He adores him. I think I'm waiting for him to do something wrong, so I actually have a reason to break up with him. That's the thing, he hasn't done anything wrong…so why did I want to break up with him? I confuse myself. Maybe I should be the one to do the "something wrong" because I don't think he will ever betray me. Even though he's obviously a huge flirt but so am I, so what was I to complain about? Eight bloody months with someone like me. Maybe he really does love me. That's why I can't break up with him. I have to give myself a chance to fall in love with him. I committed myself to him ever since he said he loved me, and have never looked at another guy once. Well, I haven't tried to.

Anyway, just when I thought he was boring, he surprised me, really. I think I might be in love with him even more so, since he didn't give me what I'd expected for my birthday, you know, jewellery and diamonds and stuff. Yesterday, he took me on a trip to Berlin in Germany, where obviously the Berlin Philharmonic and some piano genius played the Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto 2. I don't know bloody how he managed to get them to play right on my birthday, but it must have cost him a fortune. I know for a fact that he just loathes classical music, (although he made sure my dad thinks the opposite) but he knows that I fucking love that piece. He even sat through the entire performance without complaining, and at the end he even said he'd really enjoyed it, I think he might've told the truth, because he's eyes go dull when he's lying. Not bad for Mr. I-Hate-Beethoven-I -Would-Kill-Myself-If-I–Have-To-Meet-Him . I've changed my mind again. I love him, maybe even more than Rachmaninoff. Oh, I just don't want to admit it. I do love him. In fact, I'm going to tell him now. When I find him, that is. I smiled.

As I got to the top of the staircase, I looked around level two of our house. I wish it wasn't so big; it would save me a lot of time. Isn't it my fault though? When I first found out exactly how much I'd earned from Milan, New York and London fashion week combined with all the other stuff, I went ahead and bought my parents this house, here in the Hollywood hills. I don't spend much time here, since I moved in with Dom a few months ago, and I'm always travelling anyway. It's really weird, the past few years has kind of been a blur to me. Sometimes, I still feel like the poor girl who likes classical music and reads Shakespeare instead of Vogue. I remembered how all the other girls would be at school, wearing their Chanel earrings and I wouldn't even know what that was. Okay, I've changed since the dreadful days of high school, but when I look at my life now, it's like fuck, I'm lucky. I'm so happy. When I was in primary school, daddy used to always say that one day, he'd make lots of money and we could all go on a holiday and buy lots of things and life would be easier, and I'd always be like, when? Daddy's a lawyer, and a really good one too because he is like, a millionaire now. After all those years. I feel so proud of him.

I'm so proud of mum as well. When I think of her I cry, because she is so fucking awesome. She has breast cancer, and has had it for, oh, I don't know. Feels to me as if she'd had it forever. She's in hospital. She almost livesin hospital. Oh, I wish she was with us right now. When I think of her, and how her hair is always falling out, I just want to blame it all on someone. But there is no-one to blame it on. I stopped thinking about her. Daddy says its not good for me to be always crying about it. "She'll get through" he says. I hope she does.

I pictured Dom's face if I'd told him I love him. Shock? I mean, after eight months, he'd think I'd never say it ever. Hmm. I don't even know if I love him, how are you supposed to know, it's a feeling right? Oh, fuck it. "I love you" I smiled.

It was quite crowed up here and dark as well. I moved around carefully, and found myself looking around, but not seeing him. At some point, I was facing a door, so I turned the knob. I peered inside and there was no movement and it was pitch black. I was half way between closing the door again, when I decided to find out which room it was anyway, since there are so many rooms here in this house. When I flicked on the switch I felt my heart drop. I just stared for a good ten seconds, blinking profusely, in case I was hallucinating. I wanted to tear the fucking lump that had risen inside my throat. I swallowed the lump, my heart beating.

"I was looking for you" I heard myself say calmly. I wanted to see him squirm his way out, before I lost myself completely. I leaned against the frame of the door, unaware that everyone outside could see. Let them, I don't give a fucking shit.

Dom sat up, with this indescribable look on his face. He didn't look that sexy anymore. "…Francesca?" he said as if he had a sore throat. I smirked, then smiled innocently.

"There you are!" I breathed, ignoring my fucking heart was telling me to do. "What are you hiding under there?" I asked flatly. The girl looked at us nervously, clutching the sheets around her.

"Ce…honey it's not what it looks like…I can-"

I cut him off. "Oh, let me guess. You can explain? Fine. Go ahead and explain why you're fucking some girl in myhouse, at my party then" I was finally losing my patience, and hoped he didn't explain. A tiny bit of me felt relieved, like I said before, I was waiting for this to happen. But I didn't think he'd-he'd do this. After 3 months of saying he loved me? bull-fucking-SHIT!!! All this stuff was going around in my head, but I remained calm on the outside. Or at least I tried.

"I…I'm sorry. Please don't. Don't go" he pleaded. I just looked back at him, concentrating on not breaking down or anything. I blinked.

"Don't go? Oh, you want me to join you two?" I spat. "I think I'll pass"

It was as if he was trying to find something to say. I'd had enough. I wanted to get out, away from that man. He just sat there rigidly, looking at me.

"Enjoy yourselves, then" I said coldly, watching him pathetically reach out to the floor and grab his clothes. I breathed in deep, and closed the door, but it wouldn't close. Fucking door. I looked back, and Dom was holding onto the knob, with his clothes back on and he had this sort of wounded look on his face. Serves him right.

I sort of felt overwhelmed, like it hadn't really sunk in yet, and was proud that I hadn't shed a single tear. And then he grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go. I stared at him. What was he going to do anyway? I wouldn't take him back if he begged me to. And I was going to tell him I loved him. I hate myself for thinking that.

"You know, I came looking for you because I-I wanted to tell you that I-" Still no tears, Francesca don't give it up now. "I was going to tell you that I l-love you" I finished softly. I breathed. "But I don't. I DON'T. I hate you, Dom. You've wasted oh, I don't know eight months of my life" I spat.

Dominic widened his eyes, just like I'd announced that I hate him. Ha, didn't ever think he'd hear that from anyone. "No." he paused, gripping my hand. "No, d-don't say that love. I think about you all the time, you're th-"

I glared at him, trying to escape from his cold grip. "Oh, so you were thinking about me, when you were fucking her? Am I supposed to feel privileged then?" I barked.

"No. No, Ce-"

"It's over, Dom." I said shakily, not at all sorry. He shook his head slowly

"What?-"

"I said it's over" I repeated, my voice hollow. Oh what did he expect, really? And how long had this been going on? I shivered, feeling very cold all of a sudden. I felt sick.

Dom was still shaking his head frantically. Did I really mean that much to him, that he was going into shock that I'd told him it's over, right after I saw him with some other girl? I stared at him as if he were an alien, because that's what he felt like to me right now. I didn't understand why he was so desperate to win me back.

"But-" he croaked, and stopped shaking his head. "I love you" he said. He was looking straight at me, into my eyes like always, but I couldn't take his shit anymore.

I just snapped. For him to still say that right to my face after- oh god. I felt the tears that had been threatening to spill all that time pour down my face. I wanted it to stop but I can't control them. I just started shaking under his firm grip, but I couldn't even stop myself.

"You lie. You're a fucking liar Dom." I spat, feeling my voice getting louder and more uncontrolled. "You've lied to me every single time you-you" I stopped myself finally, trying to calm down. Some people had already started looking at us but I didn't care. He was the one who wouldn't let me go.

He shook his head again, opening his mouth but no sound came out. He closed it after a while, and then looked back at me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Ces" he whispered " But I-I really do. I love you, believe me. I've always loved you"

"You DON'T love me, Dom, you've NEVER loved me, all you've ever done is FUCK me and YOU COULDN"T EVEN do THAT WELL" I yelled, ignoring the looks I was getting. Nothing else existed; it was just the two of us. I clenched my fists, ready to explode. I tried to get away, but he just wouldn't let me go.

"Or maybe it's the opposite, because I'm obviously not good enough for you anymore" I spat quietly. I couldn't even wipe my face, because he was holding my hands. And there were tears mixed with my dripping nose and my mascara was probably running like hell. I wish I were dead.

Dom looked stunned, like he didn't know what I was talking about. "I-" he paused, jerkily wiping away some of my tears. His hands felt cold like stone. "You're wrong" he finished quietly. I didn't say anything. I'm wrong? What's he on about now?

"I'm sorry" he said. I looked away, confused.

"Please"

I just felt this ache in my heart that I wanted to stop, but it just wouldn't.

"…Just give me another chance"

He looked at me. I swallowed. Eight fucking months.

Hell no.

"isedittsover" I muttered, a few tears dripping down my chin and proceeding to ruin my favourite dress. I watched it seep through the white silk and leave a mark. Stupid lousy thousand dollar dress. Stupid birthday, stupid-

"What?" Dom asked, gripping my hands. Get off, I thought.

"I said we're done. I want you to let go of me, and I want to never see you ever again" I explained shakily. I hope he heard.

He did, but he just refused to do what I said. Dom was the one who looked confused, and had started shaking his head slowly again.

"After e-everything?" he said softly. I barely heard him. He was giving me that look- like he actually did love me and he cared. It could make me change my mind about everything again, but this time I didn't let it affect me. I nodded, trying to free myself. I started struggling against him.

"I'm sorry." He said a bit louder. He didn't sound that sorry this time. Sounded accusing, like he was the one who should be mad. Like he was hurt.

I didn't say anything, and continued struggling to get away.

"Don't do this, Cessy I LOVE YOU I fucking think about you all the time, you can't do this to me" he said somewhat urgently. I snorted. So I was the one "Doing something to him"

"Yes I can. And don't you dare call me that." I smirked, the tears sort of subsiding a little. Cessy. Oh, gods.

"But. After everything? The Steinway? And what about that fucking concert I got you yesterday?" he yelled. Yelled.

Oh, right. When I told Dom that I could play the piano, he went ahead and bought me a white Baby-grand Steinway, and then when I said I'd try and play something for him, he was all of a sudden tired. I started crying again. He didn't care about my birthday, or what I liked, or our future. All he wanted was me, and to show off me and my body. Fucking concert? Nobody insults Rach like that in front of me. Fucking concert, hey? Of course he didn't care about the concert. Stupid fucking concert…

I was so angry; I easily wrenched myself free, and slapped him a couple of times until unfortunately my hand got sore, before getting away from him. That disgusting person.

I made my way through the blur of people around me, until I ended up by my dad, sobbing into his shoulders. Daddy looked down at me, obviously shocked.

"Darling what's wrong?!" he asked, pulling me away, and looking at me with intense worry. I just leaned back on him, crying.

I sniffed, wiping my eyes and nose unsuccessfully. "I want to go home" I said hotly, before realising that I was already home. ARgh.

"Francesca-"

"Daddy! I just was to leave, I want to go, I-I" I stopped, breaking into tears again. I looked around, and Amanda was next to me, holding onto my shoulder, repeatedly asking me what was wrong, and my dad, looking ready to have a heart attack.

Daddy spoke again. "France-"

"Oh, daddy I just want to get away and-and oh every one just leave me alone…" I snapped, pathetically wiping my nose.

"Francesca listen to me" my dad said sternly. I closed my mouth, and wiped my nose again. "Tell me what happened" he finished softly.

"He-" my heart was aching so much that I couldn't even mention him anymore. And the fucking tears just kept coming, like my eyes were clouds and there were pouring with rain.

"I saw him-" I stopped again. I just couldn't say it.

Daddy held onto my arm, "Yes? Who?"

"D-" I couldn't say it.

"Dominic?"

I nodded, staring down at my heavily stained dress.

"What did he do?"

I shrugged slightly, sniffing.

"Francesca, answer me darling… I swear if he did anything to hurt you love…"

I just stood there, held by Amanda and my dad. Then, I saw him again. What an idiot, coming after me, right in front of my dad. And right after I told him I never wanted to see him again.

My dad turned to him and grabbed him both hands by his shoulder. Dom looked frightened alright. Go dad! I glared with hatred towards him.

"What did you do to my daughter" he demanded sternly, staring down at Dom.

"I'm sorry"

Dad glared at him menacingly. "Sorry about what, boy?"

"I-I was…I didn't mean to though, I-I" he stuttered. What a loser.

"Francesca? Stay here darling, I need to have a talk with this boy that I thought was appropriate for you, and now…" Daddy yanked him out of sight.

I turned to Amanda, who was gazing at my softly. She hugged me, as I cried into her shoulder.

"What happened?" Amanda asked quietly.

"I saw him…with some other girl…upstairs" I whispered, rubbing my eyes so she couldn't see the fresh batch of tears spilling down my face. Amanda paused for a long while.

"Oh, Ces" She paused again, hugging me even tighter. "You deserve so much better than him you know that?"

I nodded. "Oh, but I-I didn't think he'd actually-" I stopped myself. I shouldn't be talking about him anymore.

"I'm leaving. I don't want to stay here anymore, he'll follow me or-or keep coming. I have to leave" I said. Leave? But where to? Maybe I could go to New York and buy a house, and get away from him. Yeah. Then I wouldn't always have to fly over there every few weeks for work and stuff, I'll already be there.

"Where to?" Amanda asked.

"I was thinking, oh I don't know. If I move to New York I won't be able to see my parents… mum" I croaked. The thought of her just made me feel light-headed and guilty. The ache in my heart grew even more. I sighed, frustrated.

"You could visit them every two months or so" she suggested.

I nodded. It was a good idea.

"I'm coming with you, maybe I can find somewhere to live, close to you" she added. I shook my head, crying.

"No, please. You don't have to. I'll be fine" I said, even though I did want her to come with me.

"I don't have to. I want to. I'm coming with you Ces, whether you'd like me to or not" Amanda said sternly, holding my hands. "And I'm hoping it's the first" she said. I nodded, hugging her gratefully. I fucking love this girl.

I finished my so called "story". The short version anyway, without all my swearing and my emotions and all the details... Okay, so it wasn't my dream anyway, but I don't know! It was the foundation of my dream, there.

Anyway, Will just sat there staring, or gawking whatever, at me. I muffled a yawn.

"There. You wanted to know, so, there you go!" said, breaking the long silence. Will still sat there, staring at me. It was getting annoying. It shouldn't have told him that; maybe he thinks I need help, or something, now.

I rolled my eyes, "Will! Stop staring at me, really. You can at least say something. TALK" I said, irritated.

Oh look, surprise, he just sat and stared. I've had it. I've had enough of stupid men and their unreadable faces. I sighed and stood up, ready to leave. Whatever Amanda's cooking smells nice. And maybe I can ask Jack if he's successfully had a shower. Or both.

Long chapter! I hope it was okay. And I hope more of my readers can drop by and leave a review…and thankyou to the ones who review all the time. Anyway, I have my piano exam in less than a months time, and if I don't pass this, my life is over, so yeah wish me luck! Lol thanks again to my lovely readers, and till next time!