Thanx for the reviews... I really mucked out on the last chapter, McDonalds
dont do deliveries! lol
Oh, well...
And I better start doing that disclaimer thingy... So, I don't own Pirates
of the Caribbean, or anything to do with it!
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You wake up still with your eyes closed, you can't open them because of your hangover. You sit up, still without any eyes open and groan as the blinding headache hits you. You try and remember what happened last night. 'I watched Peter Pan with Jack, we drank rum, I must have gotten pissed... O yeah, I think I kissed Jack, and then... What the fuck?' You flick open you eyes. You try and remember the kiss bit, and you remember very clearly, as if it happened a few minutes ago. It was as if you could still taste Jack's rum-scented breathe. "Omigod!" You croak (your throat is all flemy and sore...) from half happiness and half shame. 'How am I gonna face up to Jack?' You panic and wish you were still asleep. You realize that you kinda miss that kiss with Jack, as you make your way out the door, slowly.
You see Jack on the table staring at nothing. When he notices you staring at him, he jumps. "Don't frighten me... like that... (your name)!" He studders kind of, and he's avoiding your gaze. "How's yer head feelin'? It must be horrible..." He starts.
You mumble something like, "Er... yuh..." before something gathers up inside your head. 'If I play dumb, and pretend that I can't remember a thing last night because I was too pissed, he'll probably never mention or think about the kiss!' You think and nearly smile at your genius plan. "Yuh, my head is feeling so sore! I must've had way too much rum. Did I? All I can remember is both of us watching Peter Pan." You say a bit too happily.
Jack's expression had changed into a relieved look, but was replaced with a suspicious look. "Don't try fool me, luv..." He warns. "Ye remember everything, by the looks of things." He eyes you before going up to meet your eyes.
You sigh and sit on a chair. "How did you know I was lying?" You ask.
"Because the way ye stood and hesitated when ye saw me, the way ye talked a bit too quickly... And yer had the same amount of rum as me last night, and I can still remember our kiss, very clearly." Jack said this very intelligently and proudly. But you can just see specks of blushes forming on his tanned face.
You couldn't help laughing. "Even the infamous Jack Sparrow, can't stop himself of blushing!" You blurt out. "Oh, well... Lets forget about everything that happened yesterday, for now. Why don't we have breakfast! I'm starving, how about you?" You ask while taking a long lazy stretch, waiting for his answer.
Jack grins and winks. "We have an accord, luv."
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As you were finishing your breakfast (bacon & eggs), the phone rang. You raced over to it, but too late! Jack got there first. He grins and uses the phone, professionally. "Hello... Who? Oh... She's right beside me. Hang on." He hands it to you, then goes back to eating his breakfast.
***(on the phone) You: Hello? Your friend: Hi! It's me, (your friend's name). You: Omigod! I haven't heard from you since last Chrimstmas! Your friend: Yeah~ That's why I rang you... I dropped in here for a while, and I was thinking maybe we could meet? You: Sure! How about that cafe in the mall? Your friend: Cool. Now, there's someone I want you to meet, as well... You: I have someone I want you to meet too... Well, got to go! See ya soon~ Your friend: Bye bye! ***
"Who was that?" Jack asks curiously. He's finished breakfast, and the dishes are in the sink. You choose to do the dishes later.
"my friend, (your friend's name)." You say. "We're going out to town. Jack. So get ready!" You go into your room and shut the door. You get out a pair of baggy jeans and a tight white singlet. Then you take out a yellow-ish jacket from your closet, just incase it's too cold. Before you do your make up, you wonder how Jack's doing.
"Jack?" You yell. Silence...You clear your throat. "Jack!" You repeat, but this one sounded kinda like a shriek.
Jack comes stumbling in from the door. "What's wrong, luv?" He has his pistol out, pointing directly at you!
It takes a moment for you to click that Jack is holding a pistol. It takes another second for you to notice where/who it's aimed at. It takes a milisecond for you to realize it's a time to scream. So you scream. You scream like you've never screamed before. You close your eyes tight, and scream some more.
Instantly Jack covers his ears with his palms. "Sorry, luv..." Jack shouts and you hear him put his pistol back where it belongs. "I thought, ye were in danger, or somethin'." He yells, above your screaming. "And stop screamin' fer goodness sake!"
You peel your eyes open slowly, "You really didn't mean to shoot me?" You sniff. 'Oh god, I'm not going to cry am I?' You think at the same time.
Jack chuckles, kind of. "Why in the world would I shoot ye?" He says and walks out the door. But before he walks out the door, somethings different about Jack.
"Ah! You managed to put the top on!" You say. Yes! Jack has learned how to wear a 21st century top! "Good boy." You say scarcastically, then you go into your big brother's old room and get out a long white singlet, and his old black hip-hop jeans. "You'll look way better with these on." So you shove him the clothing and he does as hes told.
When he comes back with his singlet and jeans on, you've already glossed your lips, lined your eyes and mascara-ed your lashes. He's looking at your face, your eyes. "Ye look a bit like me, luv." He comments.
You laugh. He's talking about your eyes, with dark black eyeliner around them. "Yeah, I guess... " You get up and get your bag and stuff your wallet. You stop because Jack's been watching you, all the time. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" You wave in front of his eyes.
He blinks. "'ello..."
You roll your eyes. You spray your deoderant and walk out the door and put on your heels. Then you feel that uncomfortable feeling again. "What the hell are you staring at? Is there a huge zit on my face or something?" You yell turning around to see Jack.
"No, but don't ye think yer top's a little tight?" He asks, as if it's the most normal thing.
So he's been staring at you, your boobs. "No one's going to look or anything... I mean, we're just gonna go to a cafe. It's not like anyone's going to hit on me." You explain, but you have to explain again, in Pirates- of-the-caribbean talk. "What I said was, we're just going to a cafe- a food eating place, and no-one's going to feel me up or anything!"
Then he nods, like he understands. "But if someone's trying to hit on ye, ye can stay close ta yer ol' Jack." He says. "Savvy?"
"No, not savvy. You're not going to take your effects are you? Coz your not aloud those things, it's illegal!" You explain once more.
Jack looks disappointed a bit, but cheers up. "I wont take 'em... Still, ye gotta stay with me, just incase." He smirks.
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Hope you liked it! I hope I didn't make any mistakes like chapter 7! If I did plz include it with the review! Thanx~
You wake up still with your eyes closed, you can't open them because of your hangover. You sit up, still without any eyes open and groan as the blinding headache hits you. You try and remember what happened last night. 'I watched Peter Pan with Jack, we drank rum, I must have gotten pissed... O yeah, I think I kissed Jack, and then... What the fuck?' You flick open you eyes. You try and remember the kiss bit, and you remember very clearly, as if it happened a few minutes ago. It was as if you could still taste Jack's rum-scented breathe. "Omigod!" You croak (your throat is all flemy and sore...) from half happiness and half shame. 'How am I gonna face up to Jack?' You panic and wish you were still asleep. You realize that you kinda miss that kiss with Jack, as you make your way out the door, slowly.
You see Jack on the table staring at nothing. When he notices you staring at him, he jumps. "Don't frighten me... like that... (your name)!" He studders kind of, and he's avoiding your gaze. "How's yer head feelin'? It must be horrible..." He starts.
You mumble something like, "Er... yuh..." before something gathers up inside your head. 'If I play dumb, and pretend that I can't remember a thing last night because I was too pissed, he'll probably never mention or think about the kiss!' You think and nearly smile at your genius plan. "Yuh, my head is feeling so sore! I must've had way too much rum. Did I? All I can remember is both of us watching Peter Pan." You say a bit too happily.
Jack's expression had changed into a relieved look, but was replaced with a suspicious look. "Don't try fool me, luv..." He warns. "Ye remember everything, by the looks of things." He eyes you before going up to meet your eyes.
You sigh and sit on a chair. "How did you know I was lying?" You ask.
"Because the way ye stood and hesitated when ye saw me, the way ye talked a bit too quickly... And yer had the same amount of rum as me last night, and I can still remember our kiss, very clearly." Jack said this very intelligently and proudly. But you can just see specks of blushes forming on his tanned face.
You couldn't help laughing. "Even the infamous Jack Sparrow, can't stop himself of blushing!" You blurt out. "Oh, well... Lets forget about everything that happened yesterday, for now. Why don't we have breakfast! I'm starving, how about you?" You ask while taking a long lazy stretch, waiting for his answer.
Jack grins and winks. "We have an accord, luv."
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As you were finishing your breakfast (bacon & eggs), the phone rang. You raced over to it, but too late! Jack got there first. He grins and uses the phone, professionally. "Hello... Who? Oh... She's right beside me. Hang on." He hands it to you, then goes back to eating his breakfast.
***(on the phone) You: Hello? Your friend: Hi! It's me, (your friend's name). You: Omigod! I haven't heard from you since last Chrimstmas! Your friend: Yeah~ That's why I rang you... I dropped in here for a while, and I was thinking maybe we could meet? You: Sure! How about that cafe in the mall? Your friend: Cool. Now, there's someone I want you to meet, as well... You: I have someone I want you to meet too... Well, got to go! See ya soon~ Your friend: Bye bye! ***
"Who was that?" Jack asks curiously. He's finished breakfast, and the dishes are in the sink. You choose to do the dishes later.
"my friend, (your friend's name)." You say. "We're going out to town. Jack. So get ready!" You go into your room and shut the door. You get out a pair of baggy jeans and a tight white singlet. Then you take out a yellow-ish jacket from your closet, just incase it's too cold. Before you do your make up, you wonder how Jack's doing.
"Jack?" You yell. Silence...You clear your throat. "Jack!" You repeat, but this one sounded kinda like a shriek.
Jack comes stumbling in from the door. "What's wrong, luv?" He has his pistol out, pointing directly at you!
It takes a moment for you to click that Jack is holding a pistol. It takes another second for you to notice where/who it's aimed at. It takes a milisecond for you to realize it's a time to scream. So you scream. You scream like you've never screamed before. You close your eyes tight, and scream some more.
Instantly Jack covers his ears with his palms. "Sorry, luv..." Jack shouts and you hear him put his pistol back where it belongs. "I thought, ye were in danger, or somethin'." He yells, above your screaming. "And stop screamin' fer goodness sake!"
You peel your eyes open slowly, "You really didn't mean to shoot me?" You sniff. 'Oh god, I'm not going to cry am I?' You think at the same time.
Jack chuckles, kind of. "Why in the world would I shoot ye?" He says and walks out the door. But before he walks out the door, somethings different about Jack.
"Ah! You managed to put the top on!" You say. Yes! Jack has learned how to wear a 21st century top! "Good boy." You say scarcastically, then you go into your big brother's old room and get out a long white singlet, and his old black hip-hop jeans. "You'll look way better with these on." So you shove him the clothing and he does as hes told.
When he comes back with his singlet and jeans on, you've already glossed your lips, lined your eyes and mascara-ed your lashes. He's looking at your face, your eyes. "Ye look a bit like me, luv." He comments.
You laugh. He's talking about your eyes, with dark black eyeliner around them. "Yeah, I guess... " You get up and get your bag and stuff your wallet. You stop because Jack's been watching you, all the time. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" You wave in front of his eyes.
He blinks. "'ello..."
You roll your eyes. You spray your deoderant and walk out the door and put on your heels. Then you feel that uncomfortable feeling again. "What the hell are you staring at? Is there a huge zit on my face or something?" You yell turning around to see Jack.
"No, but don't ye think yer top's a little tight?" He asks, as if it's the most normal thing.
So he's been staring at you, your boobs. "No one's going to look or anything... I mean, we're just gonna go to a cafe. It's not like anyone's going to hit on me." You explain, but you have to explain again, in Pirates- of-the-caribbean talk. "What I said was, we're just going to a cafe- a food eating place, and no-one's going to feel me up or anything!"
Then he nods, like he understands. "But if someone's trying to hit on ye, ye can stay close ta yer ol' Jack." He says. "Savvy?"
"No, not savvy. You're not going to take your effects are you? Coz your not aloud those things, it's illegal!" You explain once more.
Jack looks disappointed a bit, but cheers up. "I wont take 'em... Still, ye gotta stay with me, just incase." He smirks.
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Hope you liked it! I hope I didn't make any mistakes like chapter 7! If I did plz include it with the review! Thanx~