Chapter Two: The Desk

Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the characters, plots, or ideas from POTC

"Seven times and I still love it," said Lissie as they drove back from the theater.

"You mean you love Orlando, for some strange, twisted reason," said Beth.

"Oh, and as if Johnny is better," said Lissie sarcastically.

"Heck yeah!"

"We should just cruise around a little bit, you know? Go window shopping," said Lissie.

"Yeah, we haven't done that in a long time," said Beth.

Lissie turned on the radio. 'We all need somebody to lean on. Lean on me!' "Oh, hey! Lean on me!" said Lissie as she turned it up.

"Oh no! I'm not listening to this!"

"Just count on me brother when you need a hand. We all need somebody to leeeeeeean on. Lean on me!" sang Lissie. (A/N: Beth hates this song, I like it! Our reading teacher played it all day once, and then we watched the movie in our english class!)

"TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!" screamed Beth.

"Ah, brings back memories…. Hey!" she said as Beth changed the station.

"Ha!" said Beth. "Finally, something suitable."

"Oh no it's not! Tell you what, why don't we pop in a CD?" said Lissie.

"Ok," said Beth.

"Good, because it's already in the player," said Lissie as she pressed the CD button and it started to play track 1.

"PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN! YIPEE!" said Beth.

"Yeah…" said Lissie. She was daydreaming about Will/Orlando… again, and by the dazed look on Beth's face, she was thinking about Johnny/Jack.

They drove for a few more minutes when they reached an antique shop. "Let's go in here, Beth. Beth?" she looked over. "OI!" she said, whacking her on the arm.

"OI to you too! You just ruined my fantasy about Johnny!"

"What a shame," said Lissie sarcastically. "Do you want to go in this shop?"

Beth looked at the little antique shop. "Sure, why not. It must be new, we haven't seen it before."

"Yeah, but we might find something cool in here," said Lissie as she parked the car and turned it off. They both got out and walked in the shop. It was a pretty small shop, but it was packed with treasures.

"Good afternoon, ladies," said the shopkeeper. "How can I help you today?"

"Um, I need a new desk, could you show me which ones are available?" asked Lissie.

"Sure, lass, right this way," he said.

There were about four desks in the store, each one looking pretty crappy, and in need of a good cleaning.

"Now, here's a good one. Underneath all the grime, there's a shiny mahogany finish that's absolutely beautiful."

"Ooh, how much for it?"

"A hundred fifty."

"I'll take it," said Lissie as she paid the man. Beth helped her haul it out to her car, and the two of them managed to stuff it in the back seat. "Great, I can't wait to get this baby all fixed up!" said Lissie as they drove back to their apartment complex.

"Yes, but the disadvantage is that you live on the third floor!" said Beth.

"Yes, but," she put on her Jack Sparrow accent. "The man who stole the pants buys the man whose pants were stolen a drink. The man whose pants were stolen drinks while listening to a proposition from the man who stole the pants." (A/N: We made up parodies from POTC and LOTR with the word 'pants' in it… don't ask… we were a little more hyper and weirder than usual that day…)

Beth laughed. "That made no sense, but since I live across the hall from you, I'll help you haul this up."

After about fifteen minutes of pushing, pulling, tugging, slipping, cursing, and pirate lingo, they finally managed to get the desk up three flights of stairs and into Lissie's apartment.

"Finally!" said Beth as Lissie pulled it into a corner.

"Now for some cleaning. You want to help?" asked Lissie, offering her a bottle of polish.

"No thanks, Bloomy. I need a… a nap," said Beth as she failed to stifle a huge yawn.

"Okay. Sweet dreams, Depp!" called Lissie as Beth walked out the door.

Great, another hour of cleaning up this desk. She thought to herself. Beth's probably having sweet dreams about Johnny… As she took out a drawer, she began polishing it, her right arm aching. As she polished the back part of the inside of it, the bottom of the drawer snapped up, revealing a little compartment. "Reminds me of Pirates of the Caribbean," she said to herself. She reached inside, hoping no spiders were lurking in it, and she felt something cold, smooth and hard. She pulled it out. "Okay, now this is just too weird!" she said as she ran out her apartment and into Beth's.