A/N: Here's the next chapter for you. I know you want them to end up
together, Abbie, but that's just not how I want the story to go. I hope
you'll still read it, though. Thanks for the reviews. :-)
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It was 11:30 when a shirtless Jack Sparrow was awakened by large, fluffy pillows raining down on his head. He sat up quickly and reached deep underneath his pillow, searching for his gun. Then he remembered where he was.
"ARRRRG!!" He yelled, swinging his arms wildly around his head. The pillows stopped abruptly. They were lowered to show a smiling Jennifer.
"Rise and shine," she said, grinning wickedly. Sparrow glared and gritted his teeth.
"Thanks for the wake-up call, lass." He threw off the sheets and grabbed a shirt from the nightstand. The girl just smiled even more brightly.
"That's the traditional wake-up in the Jackson household. You only get it once, don't worry." She flung the pillow across the room onto a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over. Sparrow couldn't help but notice the way they seemed to go on forever. "Hurry up and get dressed. David is leaving soon, and you have to help me run errands."
Sparrow grumbled in response and Jennifer sighed. "I'll be back in 20 minutes. If you aren't dressed, then, well, then you're pitiful." She walked out.
He put on his clothes (jean shorts and a t-shirt), muttering and growling about wake up calls and pillows. And, just like she said, Jennifer entered the room 20 minutes later. She had also changed into a pair of khaki shorts, black thong sandals, and a black spaghetti strap top with a duck on it.
"There's a duck on yer shirt, luv," he stated. She rolled her eyes.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"That's Captain Sparrow," he corrected. She sighed and asked if he was ready to go yet. He nodded and followed her out of the room. Before they had gotten very far, however, the girl slapped her forehead and turned around.
"You don't have any shoes. Stay right here," she said. He was about to point out that he DID have shoes, his boots. Before he could, she was back, holding a pair of flip-flops. "Put these on."
He obeyed and was surprised at the amount of air that was reaching his feet. "You call these shoes?"
She shrugged. "They're all you need during the summer down here. Let's go." The pair made their way down the stairs and out to the garage. Jennifer flicked on the light switch ("Don't even say it, Jack,") and unlocked her car, a red Rav 4. "Well, get in," she said when he just stood outside of his door. He cautiously pulled on the handle and seemed shocked at how easily it opened.
"Hurry up! We have things to do." He sat down on the seat, closed the door, and relaxed a bit. She turned on the car and the radio came blasting on. After Jennifer had turned it down, she turned to see Sparrow plastered to the back of his seat, staring at the radio.
"What the bloody 'ell was tha'?" He yelled, turning wide-eyed to the girl, who was grinning wildly.
"Sorry. Lost control of my magic for a minute," she replied, effectively scaring him witless. "Oh! I almost forgot," she said, and reached into the backseat. She retrieved a red Tampa Bay Bucs cap and shoved it into his hands.
"What am I supposed teh do with this, then?" He asked, puzzled. She instructed him to put it on his head and pull it down over his eyes.
"Understand this, Jack. You look like a famous celebrity. And it would be bad for you, me, and him if people thought it was him running around Tampa. So put that on, and don't take it off until I say you can. Got it?"
"Got it, luv."
She raised an eyebrow. "And another thing. Don't call me love anymore. Or lass. My name is Jennifer." He nodded, and she pressed the button to open the garage door. Sparrow turned around and stared wide-eyed out the back window. "And another thing. Quit acting surprised at everything. Don't draw attention to yourself."
She pulled the car out and drove down the street. After a few moments, she opened her mouth again. "And another thing-"
Sparrow cut her off by placing his hand over her mouth. "I've got it, mate." She narrowed her eyes, observing him for a minute, until a loud horn snapped her out of her reverie. She had to swerve out of the way of a large yellow Hummer coming straight for them.
"Nice," Sparrow said, grinning. He noticed the gray strap running across Jennifer's chest, and looked around his seat for one matching it. He found it, and quickly buckled the seat belt.
****
The rest of the ride passed by uneventfully. Sparrow was too busy observing his new surroundings to talk. Jennifer pulled into the parking lot of Publix, the grocery store, 10 minutes after they left. "C'mon, Jack."
He followed her out of the car and into the store. When the doors opened by themselves, he was tempted to cry out, but held himself back after a glare from his hostess. They walked in and she grabbed a cart. "Let's see, what do we need...' she trailed off, taking a list out of her purse. He peered over her shoulder, trying to read the list, but her terrible handwriting prevented that.
"Right. First thing is milk. This way." Jennifer turned the cart around and started down the aisle. Sparrow started following her, but was completely distracted by the Bakery and it's wonderful smells.
"Wait a minute, mate," he called, staring at the vast array of baked goods. She smirked and came back.
"Oo! They have Yo-yos....want one, Jack?" She asked, staring at a particularly tasty looking cookie. It was two chocolate chip cookies with frosting in the center of them, and one end was dipped in chocolate. He nodded without looking at her, his mouth watering. She called someone over and got two of the treats. "Thank you very much."
Jack took the box and was about to open it when Jennifer said, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Uh, opening the box. Savvy?" He smiled, and returned to his task. She yanked the box out of his hands before he succeeded.
"I have to pay for it first!"
"What? Pay? I don't pay for things," Sparrow explained. A few people the were nearby heard this and turned around, staring at the fighting pair. Jennifer glared and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side of the store.
"Be quiet, will you? You're making a scene. You can't steal these. You could be arrested."
"I've been arrested before, and I got out every time. Don't worry 'bout it, mate." He smiled and started to walk away. She pulled him back and slapped him across the face.
"Ow."
"Listen to me. Remember how I told you to listen to me?" Se asked, brows furrowed.
He shook his head. "No."
"Well, whatever. Listen to me. You can't do this. Trust me." He stared at her for a long while, and finally sighed.
"Fine. Let's jus' finish then." She nodded and they made their way back into the store.
***
The rest of the shopping trip went well, though Jennifer ended up having to come up with a very quick lie when their cashier recognized Sparrow's face.
"Are you who I think you are?" the young girl asked. Jennifer's eyes went wide. "Are you....Johnny Depp?" She said, getting more and more excited.
"Johnny Depp? No. He lives in France. You must be mistaken," Jennifer said, getting out her parent's debit card.
"Excuse me, I think Mr. Depp can speak for himself," the girl replied, rather rudely. "So, I have to tell you that I just love your work, Johnny, and I have to say you're like sooo hot and--"
Sparrow cut her off. "'Scuse me, miss, but yer confused. I'm not this Depp fellow. My name is Jack, Jack Sparrow," he said. This convinced her, as Sparrow had a different, more gruff voice than Depp. Not to mention his had an English accent.
The girl's face dropped. "Oh. Sorry, my mistake." He face turned red and she looked down, embarrassed.
"But thank yeh fer the comment, yer not so bad yerself," he grinned. She giggled and Jennifer rolled her eyes. The cashier finished ringing them up and Jennifer grabbed Sparrow's wrist.
"C'mon, let's go." Sparrow gave her a strange look, but followed. They put the groceries in the car and drove off, shopping done for the day. Jennifer drove home quickly, exceeding the speed limit quite a few times. They pulled into the driveway and unpacked the groceries.
As soon as Jennifer had put up the last can of soup, the doorbell rang. Jennifer's mouth dropped open and she slapped her forehead.
" 'o's that?" Sparrow asked, raising an eyebrow. She sighed and made her way to the door.
"My boyfriend."
***
There ya go. I've noticed I'm doing a lot of product placement in this story. If only I was getting paid.
Which reminds me- I don't own anything. (Consider this my disclaimer) I hope you liked it. Don't forget to review and tell me so.
***
It was 11:30 when a shirtless Jack Sparrow was awakened by large, fluffy pillows raining down on his head. He sat up quickly and reached deep underneath his pillow, searching for his gun. Then he remembered where he was.
"ARRRRG!!" He yelled, swinging his arms wildly around his head. The pillows stopped abruptly. They were lowered to show a smiling Jennifer.
"Rise and shine," she said, grinning wickedly. Sparrow glared and gritted his teeth.
"Thanks for the wake-up call, lass." He threw off the sheets and grabbed a shirt from the nightstand. The girl just smiled even more brightly.
"That's the traditional wake-up in the Jackson household. You only get it once, don't worry." She flung the pillow across the room onto a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over. Sparrow couldn't help but notice the way they seemed to go on forever. "Hurry up and get dressed. David is leaving soon, and you have to help me run errands."
Sparrow grumbled in response and Jennifer sighed. "I'll be back in 20 minutes. If you aren't dressed, then, well, then you're pitiful." She walked out.
He put on his clothes (jean shorts and a t-shirt), muttering and growling about wake up calls and pillows. And, just like she said, Jennifer entered the room 20 minutes later. She had also changed into a pair of khaki shorts, black thong sandals, and a black spaghetti strap top with a duck on it.
"There's a duck on yer shirt, luv," he stated. She rolled her eyes.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"That's Captain Sparrow," he corrected. She sighed and asked if he was ready to go yet. He nodded and followed her out of the room. Before they had gotten very far, however, the girl slapped her forehead and turned around.
"You don't have any shoes. Stay right here," she said. He was about to point out that he DID have shoes, his boots. Before he could, she was back, holding a pair of flip-flops. "Put these on."
He obeyed and was surprised at the amount of air that was reaching his feet. "You call these shoes?"
She shrugged. "They're all you need during the summer down here. Let's go." The pair made their way down the stairs and out to the garage. Jennifer flicked on the light switch ("Don't even say it, Jack,") and unlocked her car, a red Rav 4. "Well, get in," she said when he just stood outside of his door. He cautiously pulled on the handle and seemed shocked at how easily it opened.
"Hurry up! We have things to do." He sat down on the seat, closed the door, and relaxed a bit. She turned on the car and the radio came blasting on. After Jennifer had turned it down, she turned to see Sparrow plastered to the back of his seat, staring at the radio.
"What the bloody 'ell was tha'?" He yelled, turning wide-eyed to the girl, who was grinning wildly.
"Sorry. Lost control of my magic for a minute," she replied, effectively scaring him witless. "Oh! I almost forgot," she said, and reached into the backseat. She retrieved a red Tampa Bay Bucs cap and shoved it into his hands.
"What am I supposed teh do with this, then?" He asked, puzzled. She instructed him to put it on his head and pull it down over his eyes.
"Understand this, Jack. You look like a famous celebrity. And it would be bad for you, me, and him if people thought it was him running around Tampa. So put that on, and don't take it off until I say you can. Got it?"
"Got it, luv."
She raised an eyebrow. "And another thing. Don't call me love anymore. Or lass. My name is Jennifer." He nodded, and she pressed the button to open the garage door. Sparrow turned around and stared wide-eyed out the back window. "And another thing. Quit acting surprised at everything. Don't draw attention to yourself."
She pulled the car out and drove down the street. After a few moments, she opened her mouth again. "And another thing-"
Sparrow cut her off by placing his hand over her mouth. "I've got it, mate." She narrowed her eyes, observing him for a minute, until a loud horn snapped her out of her reverie. She had to swerve out of the way of a large yellow Hummer coming straight for them.
"Nice," Sparrow said, grinning. He noticed the gray strap running across Jennifer's chest, and looked around his seat for one matching it. He found it, and quickly buckled the seat belt.
****
The rest of the ride passed by uneventfully. Sparrow was too busy observing his new surroundings to talk. Jennifer pulled into the parking lot of Publix, the grocery store, 10 minutes after they left. "C'mon, Jack."
He followed her out of the car and into the store. When the doors opened by themselves, he was tempted to cry out, but held himself back after a glare from his hostess. They walked in and she grabbed a cart. "Let's see, what do we need...' she trailed off, taking a list out of her purse. He peered over her shoulder, trying to read the list, but her terrible handwriting prevented that.
"Right. First thing is milk. This way." Jennifer turned the cart around and started down the aisle. Sparrow started following her, but was completely distracted by the Bakery and it's wonderful smells.
"Wait a minute, mate," he called, staring at the vast array of baked goods. She smirked and came back.
"Oo! They have Yo-yos....want one, Jack?" She asked, staring at a particularly tasty looking cookie. It was two chocolate chip cookies with frosting in the center of them, and one end was dipped in chocolate. He nodded without looking at her, his mouth watering. She called someone over and got two of the treats. "Thank you very much."
Jack took the box and was about to open it when Jennifer said, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Uh, opening the box. Savvy?" He smiled, and returned to his task. She yanked the box out of his hands before he succeeded.
"I have to pay for it first!"
"What? Pay? I don't pay for things," Sparrow explained. A few people the were nearby heard this and turned around, staring at the fighting pair. Jennifer glared and grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side of the store.
"Be quiet, will you? You're making a scene. You can't steal these. You could be arrested."
"I've been arrested before, and I got out every time. Don't worry 'bout it, mate." He smiled and started to walk away. She pulled him back and slapped him across the face.
"Ow."
"Listen to me. Remember how I told you to listen to me?" Se asked, brows furrowed.
He shook his head. "No."
"Well, whatever. Listen to me. You can't do this. Trust me." He stared at her for a long while, and finally sighed.
"Fine. Let's jus' finish then." She nodded and they made their way back into the store.
***
The rest of the shopping trip went well, though Jennifer ended up having to come up with a very quick lie when their cashier recognized Sparrow's face.
"Are you who I think you are?" the young girl asked. Jennifer's eyes went wide. "Are you....Johnny Depp?" She said, getting more and more excited.
"Johnny Depp? No. He lives in France. You must be mistaken," Jennifer said, getting out her parent's debit card.
"Excuse me, I think Mr. Depp can speak for himself," the girl replied, rather rudely. "So, I have to tell you that I just love your work, Johnny, and I have to say you're like sooo hot and--"
Sparrow cut her off. "'Scuse me, miss, but yer confused. I'm not this Depp fellow. My name is Jack, Jack Sparrow," he said. This convinced her, as Sparrow had a different, more gruff voice than Depp. Not to mention his had an English accent.
The girl's face dropped. "Oh. Sorry, my mistake." He face turned red and she looked down, embarrassed.
"But thank yeh fer the comment, yer not so bad yerself," he grinned. She giggled and Jennifer rolled her eyes. The cashier finished ringing them up and Jennifer grabbed Sparrow's wrist.
"C'mon, let's go." Sparrow gave her a strange look, but followed. They put the groceries in the car and drove off, shopping done for the day. Jennifer drove home quickly, exceeding the speed limit quite a few times. They pulled into the driveway and unpacked the groceries.
As soon as Jennifer had put up the last can of soup, the doorbell rang. Jennifer's mouth dropped open and she slapped her forehead.
" 'o's that?" Sparrow asked, raising an eyebrow. She sighed and made her way to the door.
"My boyfriend."
***
There ya go. I've noticed I'm doing a lot of product placement in this story. If only I was getting paid.
Which reminds me- I don't own anything. (Consider this my disclaimer) I hope you liked it. Don't forget to review and tell me so.