Eich! Flamed. Um, ok, I liked the tampon thing. Big deal. The rest is like
my highschool was. Jeeze. And it's not the same plot line love. Double
Jeeze. You must be awfully talented to tell the entire plot from 5 pages.
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Jack walked out onto the quad, searching for a familiar face. Venice was the first one he saw. She sat alone in the soft, manicured grass and drew on the same sketch pad, a brown bag untouched beside her.
Until he plopped down, Venice didn't notice he was there. She looked up and smiled dazzlingly at him.
Minutes later, Will and a resisting Elizabeth sat down with them. Eventually, Ana came down as well. Venice couldn't help but smile. She had friends now.
Jack sat and stared at the sky. He wanted out. So when everyone else got up and went on their way, Venice made her move.
"So, I don't really like my next classes. . ."
Jack snorted. "You actually like some of your classes?"
Venice rolled her eyes and shut her sketchbook. Jack got a quick glimpse of it, but she put it in her messenger bag right away. "No, but if you're going to be so annoying, maybe I'll just ditch alone."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You're going to ditch?"
"No I just felt like saying that."
"Oh. . ."
"Jack, you're an idiot. I'm leaving. Are you going to join me?"
He grinned. "Shall we, love?"
Mr. Norrington was debating whether he was surprised or not. Jack Sparrow was supposed to be in his class right now. He had ditched.
Curiously another student had, a girl by the name of Venice Spade. Artist, poet. That kind. The kinda who was in school but not really paying attention. She did well in class though. He didn't complain.
If Sparrow was being an instigator (which, for some reason, was really easy to imagine), then he'd get a hell of a surprise after he messed with James Norrington.
Will looked around the classroom. Jack wasn't there. . . and Will's thoughts were confirmed when he didn't answer role call.
Neither did Venice.
Did they go off together?
Will grinned. Jack wasn't half bad at this stuff.
He looked over at Ana. She was busy talking to a boy next to her, Josh Gibbs.
Whenever Will looked at Josh he was reminded of an old Western movie, of a rough-and-tough cowboy that rode into the sunset being chased by the hero of the movie. It was the sideburns and thick, wavvy hair that did it. Bushy eyebrows.
Will shook his head. 'I'm such a loser,' he thought.
"Yes, you are."
Will jumped and spun around wildly. A guy sat in front of him with dark hair and dark blue eyes, mocha complexion and a grin framing his pearly whites. He was twisted around in his chair.
"Dude, you're here, aren't you?"
Will looked confused.
"Norrington called your name. Wake up man, it's past lunch time." The boy giggled.
Will looked around. "Uh, here." The class giggled. Norrington looked at him
"We've established that, Mr. Turner. Now please pay attention. Mr. Spade! Turn around." Norrington barked at the two boys.
Mr. Spade?
The guy turned around again. "Nice te meet ye, Turner. The name's Damian Spade."
Will raised an eyebrow. "Are you related to Venice?"
"Which Venice?"
"There's more than one?"
"Nope."
"Then why. . . nevermind. Will Turner."
"I know."
"How. . . Oh. Attendence."
"And yes, I'm related to Venice. Step siblings. Really close in age, same fathers different moms."
"You look alike," Will said, studying Damian.
"Does that mean you think I'm pretty?" He grinned evilly.
Will blushed and stammered. "I. . . uh. . ."
"MR. TURNER!" Norrington yelled from the front of the class. "DETENTION! MR. SPADE, YOU TOO! SEE ME AFTER CLASS."
Norrington's face was bright red, and he hovered demonically in the front of the room. Will shrunk down.
Damian rolled his eyes but turned around. He began to write furiously.
Will sat up and began to do so as well. Except he was taking notes. . . Damian was writing one.
But Will didn't know this until the end of the period, when Damian handed him a delicately folded paper with doodles all over it and loopy, slanted writing, all in green pen.
Will stared at it as he walked down to an Economics class.
Jack and Venice romed around town, drinking mocha freezes that they had gotten from a local Barnes and Nobles. Venice was laughing horribly at Jack's latest joke and the mocha freeze she had just swallowed was coming out her nose.
Jack laughed and gave her his napkin. Then he whispered some dirty words in her ear and it happened even more.
To get back at him she put on a pouty face, complaining about how he was so mean and how she should go home right now, and he gave her a sweet hug.
But it was interrupted by her tongue going up his cheek.
He nearly gagged. "ERRK!" He yelled, wiping it on her black hoody. She laughed and he went to lick her right back but she stopped him right before he got to her cheek.
She pushed his face to look at her. "Nope! We're even."
Jack grinned. Not in his eyes. But his eyes, by accident, had wondered down to Venice's reddened, cold lips. . .
Will dropped his stuff off at his locker and headed for study hall with only a notebook and a few pens.
And, of course, Damian Spade's note to him.
He hadn't opened it yet, and he was almost afraid to. Finally, sitting in a far corner of the classroom, he unfolded it carefully.
Inside, the loopy writing continued. It said;
Will-
So you know my sister? Does that give me an excuse to hang out with you? LOL. So I was wondering, you wouldn't happen to be doing anything this Saturday night? I was just going to go to this underage night club. . . and I want you to come.
Are you single?
Sorry, I suppose the better question is, are you gay?
And I guess I should say sorry again for being so forward. But give me a call, just to tell me. Sorry if I freaked you out love. . . I just have no patience (.
Sincerity oozing from pores I didn't know I had. . .
Damian Spade
PS:
And Damian signed his number after the PS. Will liked the way he wrote his twos. It was cute.
Speak of the devil, Damian Spade walked in. He grinned when he saw Will, and sat down next to him. "Hello, love."
Will blushed.
"Oh, so I see you read my note? I wasn't too forward, was I?" Damian's hands wrung together under the desk.
Will grinned nervously. "No. . . it just surprised me."
"So?"
"So what?" Will looked at him, confused.
Damian rolled his eyes. "Are you gay?"
Will shrugged. "I thought I had a crush on Liz Swann. . . I don't know. I might be."
"So come with me to the night club and find out, ok?"
Will nodded uneasily. Damian gave him a quick hug and then sat back in his desk.
Will couldn't help but think about Saturday night. And so lost in thought was he that he almost jumped when he felt Damian's hand on his leg.
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Thanks for all the great reviews! And yes, I CAN accept constructive criticism! Not flames. I will openly bitch at flames
Savvy?
Jack walked out onto the quad, searching for a familiar face. Venice was the first one he saw. She sat alone in the soft, manicured grass and drew on the same sketch pad, a brown bag untouched beside her.
Until he plopped down, Venice didn't notice he was there. She looked up and smiled dazzlingly at him.
Minutes later, Will and a resisting Elizabeth sat down with them. Eventually, Ana came down as well. Venice couldn't help but smile. She had friends now.
Jack sat and stared at the sky. He wanted out. So when everyone else got up and went on their way, Venice made her move.
"So, I don't really like my next classes. . ."
Jack snorted. "You actually like some of your classes?"
Venice rolled her eyes and shut her sketchbook. Jack got a quick glimpse of it, but she put it in her messenger bag right away. "No, but if you're going to be so annoying, maybe I'll just ditch alone."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You're going to ditch?"
"No I just felt like saying that."
"Oh. . ."
"Jack, you're an idiot. I'm leaving. Are you going to join me?"
He grinned. "Shall we, love?"
Mr. Norrington was debating whether he was surprised or not. Jack Sparrow was supposed to be in his class right now. He had ditched.
Curiously another student had, a girl by the name of Venice Spade. Artist, poet. That kind. The kinda who was in school but not really paying attention. She did well in class though. He didn't complain.
If Sparrow was being an instigator (which, for some reason, was really easy to imagine), then he'd get a hell of a surprise after he messed with James Norrington.
Will looked around the classroom. Jack wasn't there. . . and Will's thoughts were confirmed when he didn't answer role call.
Neither did Venice.
Did they go off together?
Will grinned. Jack wasn't half bad at this stuff.
He looked over at Ana. She was busy talking to a boy next to her, Josh Gibbs.
Whenever Will looked at Josh he was reminded of an old Western movie, of a rough-and-tough cowboy that rode into the sunset being chased by the hero of the movie. It was the sideburns and thick, wavvy hair that did it. Bushy eyebrows.
Will shook his head. 'I'm such a loser,' he thought.
"Yes, you are."
Will jumped and spun around wildly. A guy sat in front of him with dark hair and dark blue eyes, mocha complexion and a grin framing his pearly whites. He was twisted around in his chair.
"Dude, you're here, aren't you?"
Will looked confused.
"Norrington called your name. Wake up man, it's past lunch time." The boy giggled.
Will looked around. "Uh, here." The class giggled. Norrington looked at him
"We've established that, Mr. Turner. Now please pay attention. Mr. Spade! Turn around." Norrington barked at the two boys.
Mr. Spade?
The guy turned around again. "Nice te meet ye, Turner. The name's Damian Spade."
Will raised an eyebrow. "Are you related to Venice?"
"Which Venice?"
"There's more than one?"
"Nope."
"Then why. . . nevermind. Will Turner."
"I know."
"How. . . Oh. Attendence."
"And yes, I'm related to Venice. Step siblings. Really close in age, same fathers different moms."
"You look alike," Will said, studying Damian.
"Does that mean you think I'm pretty?" He grinned evilly.
Will blushed and stammered. "I. . . uh. . ."
"MR. TURNER!" Norrington yelled from the front of the class. "DETENTION! MR. SPADE, YOU TOO! SEE ME AFTER CLASS."
Norrington's face was bright red, and he hovered demonically in the front of the room. Will shrunk down.
Damian rolled his eyes but turned around. He began to write furiously.
Will sat up and began to do so as well. Except he was taking notes. . . Damian was writing one.
But Will didn't know this until the end of the period, when Damian handed him a delicately folded paper with doodles all over it and loopy, slanted writing, all in green pen.
Will stared at it as he walked down to an Economics class.
Jack and Venice romed around town, drinking mocha freezes that they had gotten from a local Barnes and Nobles. Venice was laughing horribly at Jack's latest joke and the mocha freeze she had just swallowed was coming out her nose.
Jack laughed and gave her his napkin. Then he whispered some dirty words in her ear and it happened even more.
To get back at him she put on a pouty face, complaining about how he was so mean and how she should go home right now, and he gave her a sweet hug.
But it was interrupted by her tongue going up his cheek.
He nearly gagged. "ERRK!" He yelled, wiping it on her black hoody. She laughed and he went to lick her right back but she stopped him right before he got to her cheek.
She pushed his face to look at her. "Nope! We're even."
Jack grinned. Not in his eyes. But his eyes, by accident, had wondered down to Venice's reddened, cold lips. . .
Will dropped his stuff off at his locker and headed for study hall with only a notebook and a few pens.
And, of course, Damian Spade's note to him.
He hadn't opened it yet, and he was almost afraid to. Finally, sitting in a far corner of the classroom, he unfolded it carefully.
Inside, the loopy writing continued. It said;
Will-
So you know my sister? Does that give me an excuse to hang out with you? LOL. So I was wondering, you wouldn't happen to be doing anything this Saturday night? I was just going to go to this underage night club. . . and I want you to come.
Are you single?
Sorry, I suppose the better question is, are you gay?
And I guess I should say sorry again for being so forward. But give me a call, just to tell me. Sorry if I freaked you out love. . . I just have no patience (.
Sincerity oozing from pores I didn't know I had. . .
Damian Spade
PS:
And Damian signed his number after the PS. Will liked the way he wrote his twos. It was cute.
Speak of the devil, Damian Spade walked in. He grinned when he saw Will, and sat down next to him. "Hello, love."
Will blushed.
"Oh, so I see you read my note? I wasn't too forward, was I?" Damian's hands wrung together under the desk.
Will grinned nervously. "No. . . it just surprised me."
"So?"
"So what?" Will looked at him, confused.
Damian rolled his eyes. "Are you gay?"
Will shrugged. "I thought I had a crush on Liz Swann. . . I don't know. I might be."
"So come with me to the night club and find out, ok?"
Will nodded uneasily. Damian gave him a quick hug and then sat back in his desk.
Will couldn't help but think about Saturday night. And so lost in thought was he that he almost jumped when he felt Damian's hand on his leg.
Ok! Back by popular demand! I'm glad everyone liked. . . keep reviewing and I'll keep posting!