A/N: You people seem incredibly shocked that I cut his hair. What was
Jennifer supposed to do, let him walk around with dreadlocks down past his
shoulders?
Sorry if you didn't like that part. And I couldn't really tell if you guys
were liking the story, cuz you spent the entire review obsessing about his
hair.
Except Platy and Abbie. I thank you. It makes me feel awesome to here from you, Platy, that it was funny, considering you're hilarious yourself. And Abbie, I can't believe you put me on your fav. Authors list!! THANK YOU!!!!
Thanks for your reviews. Again. :-)
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"What do yeh mean, 'shit'? I think I look quite nice," Sparrow said, raising an eyebrow. "Though I'm still not sure 'bout this hair...."
Meanwhile, Jennifer sat back down and put her head in her hands. "Dammit, shit, hell, crap...." As a steady stream of curses flowed from her mouth, David crossed the room and sat next to his sister.
"What are we going to do, David?" She said. Her brother, being his infinitely helpful self, shrugged and picked the ice cream up.
Sparrow spoke up, raising a finger. "What exactly is the matter, then? I mean, yeh had me cut my hair, shave, then yeh say it's no good?"
Jennifer looked up and sighed. [How are you gonna last with an exact copy of your favorite actor in your house for god knows how long?]
"Follow me." She mounted the steps and made her way up to her room. She looked back to see the pirate following. His head level made it seem like he was staring right at her butt... "Stop that." He just smirked and kept walking.
Jennifer entered her room and flipped on the light switch. An audible gasp was heard coming from Sparrow. "Wha-how-you?" He stammered.
She rolled her eyes. "Magic." They entered the room and she pointed at a large movie poster of 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape', then to a 'Chocolat' poster, and after that to a 'Sleepy Hollow' one.
"Bloody hell!" He said, running up to the 'Chocolat' one. "That's me!"
Jennifer flopped on her bed. "No. That's Johnny Depp."
Sparrow raised a curious eyebrow. "Johnny Depp? Handsome devil, isn't 'e?" He said, smirking. David laughed, but Jennifer just sat up and massaged her temples.
"So, what does 'e do?" Sparrow asked, sitting next to the girl. He slid an arm around her shoulder and she could smell rum on his breath.
"Ew, no," she said, pushing his arm off and scooting away. He stared for a moment, then shrugged. "He's an actor. An extremely good one, actually."
"Let's have an example, shall we?" David spoke up. He crossed the room and stood in front of Jennifer's shelf, considering the options. Almost the whole thing was filled with movies starring Johnny Depp. After stroking his chin, he pulled out 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape'. He popped it in her VCR and turned on the TV.
"Whoa! Is this more of your magic?" Sparrow said, seeing the images moving across the screen. Jennifer nodded and grabbed the VCR remote. She pressed play and fast forwarded to the first part with Depp in it.
"Who's tha'?" Sparrow asked, pointing to another character.
"That's Leonardo Dicaprio. He plays Arnie," Jennifer answered. Sparrow moved closer to the screen and was staring intently. His face was screwed up with concentration. After about 5 minutes, he spoke again.
"What the 'ell is wrong with 'im? Looks like 'e's got cabin fever."
Jennifer sighed heavily. "He does NOT have cabin fever. Dicaprio is an actor too. His character is retarded." She raised the remote and stopped the tape.
"HEY! I was watchin' tha'!" Sparrow yelled. Jennifer's mouth dropped upon, but then she shrugged and flipped it back on. The pirate winked at her and turned his face back to the screen.
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As the end credits rolled, David let out a long snore from the chair he was sitting in. Sparrow laughed, but quieted down when Jennifer stirred next to him. He smiled, all his teeth showing.
"Now to explore."
He dashed out of the room and flew down the steps. Almost immediately he started going through their things. Shuffling drawers, going through pantries, handling cutlery(he especially liked that part). He had taken out a particularly long knife and was sword fighting the air with it when the large antique hall clock chimed 12. Sparrow clutched his heart and almost dropped the knife.
Exiting the kitchen, he went down the hall and found the source of the noise. But before he could thrust the knife through the clock's face, an arm reached out of the darkness and grabbed his.
"Don't do that," a man said from behind him. Sparrow turned around and looked up to see the scowling face of David, with Jennifer looking very cross behind him.
"Oh, hello there. Love yer clock, very nice," Sparrow said, smiling. Jennifer sighed and flipped on the light switch, temporarily blinding the captain.
[He may look like Depp, but I bet if he was stuck in this house, he wouldn't act like this guy,] Jennifer thought. Sparrow seemed to have a completely different personality. He kind of reminded her of Keith Richards, from the Rolling Stones. Strange.
Back to the story.
"Follow me, Sparrow," Jennifer said, turning around and walking to the living room. She sat down and pointed to the seat next to her. The pirate crossed the room and sat timidly down on the seat.
"If you are going to stay here, you can't go through our stuff. We won't hesitate to kick you out," David said from the doorway. Sparrow grinned. His gold teeth, which fit in perfectly when he was in pirate grab, stood out and made his smile look funny.
"Right. Never again."
Jennifer shook her head. "Why didn't you wake us after the movie was over?" The man facing her shrugged, causing her to sigh.
"Speaking of sleep, I'm dead tired. All for getting some shut eye?" David said from his post by the door. The siblings raised their hands, and, after a glare from Jennifer, Sparrow did as well. "Great. Now, where can you sleep...." He started looking around the room, and his sister saw his eyes rest on the linen closet. She rolled her eyes.
"He can sleep in the guest room. C'mon, Jack," Jennifer said, standing up from her seat and beckoning to the stairs. Again they climbed, but this time the pirate was walking in front. She pointed to the guest room, turned on the light ("Yes, that was magic."), and entered her own room.
When Sparrow went in his room, he had no idea what to do. Normally, if he was in a room with a nice bed and clean sheets, he was stumbling in, completely plastered, with a whore on his arm. Walking in, completely sober and alone was a very new experience.
He kind of wandered around the room aimlessly for a minute or two until Jennifer reappeared in the doorway holding a pile of clothes. His mouth dropped open, seeing her 'outfit'. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, her long legs almost completely exposed, and a dark blue tank top.
"Jack?" She said. He grunted in response, jaw still hanging down. "Close your mouth."
He clamped it tight, gulping. "Are those me clothes, then, lass?" She nodded and tossed them over. He caught the pile and winked. "Thank yeh kindly."
"Pleasure's all mine. Goodnight," Jennifer answered. She sauntered out and closed the door. As he followed her swaying behind out, he said one thing.
"Aye."
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There's you chapter for you. Hope I got Sparrow's character correct, I was trying to. Don't forget to review and tell me so!!
Except Platy and Abbie. I thank you. It makes me feel awesome to here from you, Platy, that it was funny, considering you're hilarious yourself. And Abbie, I can't believe you put me on your fav. Authors list!! THANK YOU!!!!
Thanks for your reviews. Again. :-)
***
"What do yeh mean, 'shit'? I think I look quite nice," Sparrow said, raising an eyebrow. "Though I'm still not sure 'bout this hair...."
Meanwhile, Jennifer sat back down and put her head in her hands. "Dammit, shit, hell, crap...." As a steady stream of curses flowed from her mouth, David crossed the room and sat next to his sister.
"What are we going to do, David?" She said. Her brother, being his infinitely helpful self, shrugged and picked the ice cream up.
Sparrow spoke up, raising a finger. "What exactly is the matter, then? I mean, yeh had me cut my hair, shave, then yeh say it's no good?"
Jennifer looked up and sighed. [How are you gonna last with an exact copy of your favorite actor in your house for god knows how long?]
"Follow me." She mounted the steps and made her way up to her room. She looked back to see the pirate following. His head level made it seem like he was staring right at her butt... "Stop that." He just smirked and kept walking.
Jennifer entered her room and flipped on the light switch. An audible gasp was heard coming from Sparrow. "Wha-how-you?" He stammered.
She rolled her eyes. "Magic." They entered the room and she pointed at a large movie poster of 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape', then to a 'Chocolat' poster, and after that to a 'Sleepy Hollow' one.
"Bloody hell!" He said, running up to the 'Chocolat' one. "That's me!"
Jennifer flopped on her bed. "No. That's Johnny Depp."
Sparrow raised a curious eyebrow. "Johnny Depp? Handsome devil, isn't 'e?" He said, smirking. David laughed, but Jennifer just sat up and massaged her temples.
"So, what does 'e do?" Sparrow asked, sitting next to the girl. He slid an arm around her shoulder and she could smell rum on his breath.
"Ew, no," she said, pushing his arm off and scooting away. He stared for a moment, then shrugged. "He's an actor. An extremely good one, actually."
"Let's have an example, shall we?" David spoke up. He crossed the room and stood in front of Jennifer's shelf, considering the options. Almost the whole thing was filled with movies starring Johnny Depp. After stroking his chin, he pulled out 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape'. He popped it in her VCR and turned on the TV.
"Whoa! Is this more of your magic?" Sparrow said, seeing the images moving across the screen. Jennifer nodded and grabbed the VCR remote. She pressed play and fast forwarded to the first part with Depp in it.
"Who's tha'?" Sparrow asked, pointing to another character.
"That's Leonardo Dicaprio. He plays Arnie," Jennifer answered. Sparrow moved closer to the screen and was staring intently. His face was screwed up with concentration. After about 5 minutes, he spoke again.
"What the 'ell is wrong with 'im? Looks like 'e's got cabin fever."
Jennifer sighed heavily. "He does NOT have cabin fever. Dicaprio is an actor too. His character is retarded." She raised the remote and stopped the tape.
"HEY! I was watchin' tha'!" Sparrow yelled. Jennifer's mouth dropped upon, but then she shrugged and flipped it back on. The pirate winked at her and turned his face back to the screen.
****
As the end credits rolled, David let out a long snore from the chair he was sitting in. Sparrow laughed, but quieted down when Jennifer stirred next to him. He smiled, all his teeth showing.
"Now to explore."
He dashed out of the room and flew down the steps. Almost immediately he started going through their things. Shuffling drawers, going through pantries, handling cutlery(he especially liked that part). He had taken out a particularly long knife and was sword fighting the air with it when the large antique hall clock chimed 12. Sparrow clutched his heart and almost dropped the knife.
Exiting the kitchen, he went down the hall and found the source of the noise. But before he could thrust the knife through the clock's face, an arm reached out of the darkness and grabbed his.
"Don't do that," a man said from behind him. Sparrow turned around and looked up to see the scowling face of David, with Jennifer looking very cross behind him.
"Oh, hello there. Love yer clock, very nice," Sparrow said, smiling. Jennifer sighed and flipped on the light switch, temporarily blinding the captain.
[He may look like Depp, but I bet if he was stuck in this house, he wouldn't act like this guy,] Jennifer thought. Sparrow seemed to have a completely different personality. He kind of reminded her of Keith Richards, from the Rolling Stones. Strange.
Back to the story.
"Follow me, Sparrow," Jennifer said, turning around and walking to the living room. She sat down and pointed to the seat next to her. The pirate crossed the room and sat timidly down on the seat.
"If you are going to stay here, you can't go through our stuff. We won't hesitate to kick you out," David said from the doorway. Sparrow grinned. His gold teeth, which fit in perfectly when he was in pirate grab, stood out and made his smile look funny.
"Right. Never again."
Jennifer shook her head. "Why didn't you wake us after the movie was over?" The man facing her shrugged, causing her to sigh.
"Speaking of sleep, I'm dead tired. All for getting some shut eye?" David said from his post by the door. The siblings raised their hands, and, after a glare from Jennifer, Sparrow did as well. "Great. Now, where can you sleep...." He started looking around the room, and his sister saw his eyes rest on the linen closet. She rolled her eyes.
"He can sleep in the guest room. C'mon, Jack," Jennifer said, standing up from her seat and beckoning to the stairs. Again they climbed, but this time the pirate was walking in front. She pointed to the guest room, turned on the light ("Yes, that was magic."), and entered her own room.
When Sparrow went in his room, he had no idea what to do. Normally, if he was in a room with a nice bed and clean sheets, he was stumbling in, completely plastered, with a whore on his arm. Walking in, completely sober and alone was a very new experience.
He kind of wandered around the room aimlessly for a minute or two until Jennifer reappeared in the doorway holding a pile of clothes. His mouth dropped open, seeing her 'outfit'. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, her long legs almost completely exposed, and a dark blue tank top.
"Jack?" She said. He grunted in response, jaw still hanging down. "Close your mouth."
He clamped it tight, gulping. "Are those me clothes, then, lass?" She nodded and tossed them over. He caught the pile and winked. "Thank yeh kindly."
"Pleasure's all mine. Goodnight," Jennifer answered. She sauntered out and closed the door. As he followed her swaying behind out, he said one thing.
"Aye."
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There's you chapter for you. Hope I got Sparrow's character correct, I was trying to. Don't forget to review and tell me so!!