Okay, so I've said this a billion times. I have to say it again. I love all of you. You're reviews really helped me through a tight spot. Idon't own any part of PotC. I wish I did though! ^_^ R&R!

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The day goes by so slowly, but that small conversation (yeah right!) really helped push an hour by. Even if it did end suddenly when your mom needed to use the phone. What an amazing guy. I finally have an a actual life now. Small, but a life, all the same. You think to yourself.

You lie on your bed as the minutes go bye, just thinking of that boy friend of yours. You only get up once, to feed your neglected stomach an apple. But, back to the bed you go. You doze off into a light sleep, and just catnap the day away.

~*~

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

You slam the pillow over your head as you feel the heat of the sun licking your cheek.

"God, a new alarm clock is an order." It takes you a minute to realize what day it is, the fact that you slept through the night, and why you wanted to get up at ten a.m. Cole is taking you out! You take your time, trying to look just right.

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DING! DONG!

"Bye, Mom. See you later."

"No later then 10:30!"

"Bye, Mom! Hi, Cole!"

"Hi. How are you?" Really, you are trying to contain your heart from jumping down the street without you. God, every time you look, or even just hear, this guy you go crazy.

"I'm fine," you are able to say cool calmly. "How are you?"

"I'm goodnow." Your heart jumps at this, and you shudder inwardly. He puts his arm around your waist, walking you to the passenger side of his old hand-me-down Honda. He opens the door, looking sweetly into your eyes, like he's trying to read your soul. He waits, patiently, until you're completely in the car to close the door.

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Time goes on and you still don't know where you are going, but the music, conversation, and company is soooo pleasant.

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"We're here," he says kind of abruptly. You look around getting acclimated to the scenery. You're at a park. There is mostly grass. Near the parking lot is a small brook that sounds alive and happy. At the other end is a small pond, and a play ground. Everything between was grass. There was only one family there, over at the playground. That didn't bother you, whatsoever. You get out of the car and follow your Jack Sparrow look alike to the trunk of the car. He opens it for you to find a picnic basket and blanket. How sweet of him. He apparently thought this all out.

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The turkey sandwiches had gone quickly. Same as the other snacks and drinks that were brought. You were now both on your backs. The only thing between you and the grass was that red wool blanket. The conversation was nice, but the arm under your head and hand stroking your arm soothingly soft was even better. The conversation had flip-flopped several times. Who knew how many topics you had gone through?

"So, where are you from, originally?" you ask with a bit curiosity. You two had just talked a topic to death.

"Originally? Well, I was born in Florida, but we moved here, California, but that was down in Davis. I lived there from age seven to sixteen. I just had my birthday a month ago, and then we moved here, three weeks ago."

"What was it like in Florida?" Yeah, sure now it's hard to find a topic, you think to yourself.

"Well,I don't really remember. I guess it was just a place I lived. It never really seemed important there."

"So,is it important here?" You just wanted to hear that husky voice of his, which he uses when he's trying to be romantic.

"Well, I'm not so sure. Next time I move, I just might forget all that I left here," he says teasing you.

"Oh, thanks a bunch!" You give a wimpy punch to his stomach. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him (is that even possible?). Your heart is racing, and a rush of adrenaline pushes its way to your brain and, if possible, down to your toes. His nose lightly brushes your own, his eyes boring into yours. You've been waiting for this moment ever since that wonderful dream of yours (if you don't know what I mean you need to reread chapter one!).

"Ow!"

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I'm sorry! I let my hand fly! I honestly didn't know what I had written until I reread it myself. Don't hate me, because I do love you all. R&R!