Wow! You gyes are the greatest. I now have twelve reviews. I only needed two. I feel the water works coming on. I Just can't get enough of that Sparrow! I wish I owned him and Will. But, do I?! NO!! Oh well, life will go on. I think this gets a little too cute in this chapter, but if you don't like it, just stop reading it. I love all of your reviews. And for those of you out there that think I won't take your suggestions seriously, I would really like to know what you are smoking. I get to all of the reviews and listen to every single one of them. R&R!

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You sit and wait for what seems like forever. To pass your time, you watch his flustered face. It's incredibly handsome and very similar to that of your beloved Jack Sparrow's. His dark, piercing eyes are not lined with charcoal, but that gave him a look of soft kindness. His hair is the same brown, but much shorter. It does, though, have a little shagginess to it. He has no braids, medallions, or beads, either. He wore no red bandana, but does have something red hanging out of his pocket in his black baggy jeans. You notice he has all white teeth, no gold ones. He does have, though, a small, dark brown mustache, but only a slight goatee (in other words no two braids). He is utterly handsome when flustered. You realize, for the second time today, just how many butterflies are in your stomach.

"Aboutsixteen," you say to yourself, zoning off into the far wall of the store.

"Sixteen what?" says a familiar voice. You practically jump out of your skin. Looking up, you see that beautiful creature.

"Huh? Ohnothing. I was just reminding myself of something," you say, once again stuttering and blushing. He smiles kindly down to you, offering his hand to help you out of your chair.

"So, can I have the name of the lovely girl I'm taking to lunch?"

"First, I'm paying for my own lunch. Second, the place is your choice. I don't really care. Third," you go on for a couple of seconds. After you stop your ranting, you freely give him your name.

"How does Denny's sound? It's just a three to five minute walk from here."

"Sure," you say, wanting to thank him for its simplicity.

You two walk silently to your destination. You can feel how nervous he is, and think of how much more nervous you are. Occasionally, your hands bump and brush against each other, and are followed by a "Sorry" and a "That's okay". Why can't I think of anything to say, you think to yourself, but decide to enjoy just being in this beautiful creature's presence. You notice then that the red thing in his pocket is a red bandana and is now over his hair.

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Soon you get to your destination, and are quickly seated. Your waitress comes and you both ask for sodas. The service seems very fast, to your dislike, but that probably came from the fact that it was one o'clock and the crowds had already left.

You start asking questions about him and his life, and end up with all the right answers. Your waitress comes back with your drinks. Teasingly and playfully you play with the straw, stirring around the ice and making simple gesture. He smiles at this with a slight blush, and confidently gets out of his booth and slides into yours, smoothly putting his arm around your shoulders. At this movement you feel confident enough to rest your head on his shoulder.

All the rest of lunch went like this. Questions about each other and the closeness between each question.

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Lunch passed all to quickly. The check came, and everything just kind of ended, leaving you feeling, once again, completely and totally empty. All good things come to an end, you think to yourself.

"So, can I get your number. I'd like to see you again," he asks, now extremely blushing.

"What school do you go to? You don't look old enough to be going to college." His answer to this is (what a coincadinc) the very same high school you go to!

"My family just moved here. And, only for ears, I didn't have a girlfriend there," he adds. You blush and feel the pounding on the cage of your chest.

"My number is," you write it on a napkin signing your name with a heart. "You know, you don't have to go yet. My mom won't come for another hour," you say confidently. Wow, did I just say that, you think to yourself, with concern of your well being.

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You two talk and walk, just like old friends. You both know each other really well, now. You stop and admire the puppies in the window of the pet shop, but mainly walk and talk. When you get to Right Aid, he buys you a red rose with no thorns. Wow, could this get any better, you think, blushing at the thought of a good bye kiss.

"What are you looking at? Do you see a hot guy?" His mind is going wild at the sight of you.

"What are you talking about?" The curiosity from his question is getting to you.

"You're blushing," he puts rather simply.

"Oh," he cuts you off.

"Don't tell me, you have a boyfriend and you were just thinking about him," he says, sadness running through his eyes.

"Yeah, actually I do," you say boldly and cheerfully. "At least, I hope I do, Cole."

"Yeah, I guess you do, now," he says with a look of happy pride. He reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. You stop walking and look up to stare at him. Your eyes are locked and there's no way that you can even try to move your head away. You see an entire world of happiness within those dark chocolate eyes. God, kiss me already!

HONK, HONK!

Your mom is in the car calling you. Perfect timing.

"Call me, and thanks for everything!" you say quickly, leaving him with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, mom? When does school start?" you ask as you drive away.

"MmmI think next Monday."

"Oh," you say. Your heart is filled with joy that you only have to wait a week.

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