A/N: I'm in a very strange mood right now....I'm super duper sore from
having 3, count 'em 3 days in a row of karate class, not to mention school,
walking around the mall, and a bomb threat(don't worry, I'm ok). I think my
tailbone is bruised too, which sucks ass, cuz that makes it hurt to sit.
Owwie....
But, on the other hand, I've gotten my Homecoming dress, which is really nice, and I've gotten some reviews! Well, ok, one. But still, it was very encouraging. Thanks Platy! And I'm very happy with this story. I'm feeling very...uh....well...it's working well, let's say that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing.
**** Previously:
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."
****
"Ah, so that's why yeh've turned down all me charms. Yer attached," Sparrow said, nodding knowingly. Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"I've turned down all your charms because you're some dude that just showed up in my house one night, dressed like a pirate, smelling like some sort of strong alchohol-"
"That would be rum," he cut in.
"Whatever, and, unless I'm very mistaken, you are over 18. If I did anything with you that would be illegal, not to mention gross," she finished. Sparrow put his hand over his heart and pulled a sad face.
"Now that hurts." The doorbell rang again, and Jennifer gave an agitated sigh.
"Suck it up, Captain. Now, go back up to your room and don't come out until I say you can," she said, pointing up the stairs.
"What the 'ell am I supposed to do until then? Just sit there?" He asked, starting up the steps. The doorbell had stopped ringing and the man behind it had strated calling for Jennifer and pounding on the door.
"Jen? Jen, are you ok?"
Hold on Rob! I'm not dressed yet!" She called back. He yelled something about that not being a problem, but Jennifer had already started talking to Sparrow.
"I'll come up in a minute and put a movie on for you. But you have to promise to keep it down."
"Yeah, alright, mate," he answered and bounding up the steps to the guest room. Jennifer winced at the noise he was making, but then straighted her clothes out and opened the door.
"Hey babe," Rob said once the door was open. He pulled his hand from behind his back to expose a bouquet of flowers.
"Rob! They're beautiful!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly. "I missed you so much."
He handed over the flowers and closed the door behind him. "I missed you too, Jen. But I was only gone for a week."
Jennifer shrugged. "Yeah, well, being here with my parents and David, with no boyfriend to run to," she pecked his lips, "was pure torture." Rob smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I'm sure it was. Have a seat," He said, pointing to the couch. Jennifer gave him a funny look, but did. But when he didn't sit next to her, she pouted.
"You're not gonna sit with me? That's it, you're not my boyfriend anymore." He laughed and walked behind the couch.
"I want to show you some things I learned during my week in Chicago," he said. Rob started massaging her shoulders, exactly the way a real masseuse would.
"You've got a lot of knots in your muscles, Jen. Stressed out?" he asked, working on a particularly large knot. She heaved a big sigh.
"You have no idea." Rob pulled his hands away and jumped over the edge of the couch. He pulled his girlfriend onto his lap and intertwined his fingers in hers.
"Care to share?" He whispered in her ear.
She sighed. "I can't...David made me promise not to tell," she lied. "Don't worry, it should be settled soon." Jennifer closed her eyes and rested her head against Rob's chest.
"I know what you need, babe."
"What do I need?" She asked, turning to face him.
"You need....a tickle fight!" He yelled and grabbed her ribs. Jennifer burst out laughing and they were soon rolling around on the floor having an all-out tickle war.
***
Meanwhile, the famous Captain Jack Sparrow was staring at the ceiling of the guest room, singing the song Elizabeth had taught him that night on the island.
"Devils and blacksheep and really bad eggs...."
***
After Jennifer and Rob had recovered form their fight and finally stopped laughing, the flopped back down on the couch.
"You were right. I needed that," Jennifer said.
"I know you did. I'm always right," Rob replied, giving her the thousand- watt smile she had always loved about him. She pushed the strands of brown hair out of his eyes and kissed his nose. That was at the exact same time his stomach decided to growl loudly.
The girl snorted and stood up. "Hungry?"
He grabbed her arms, pulling his girlfriend back down. "Only for you."
And thus began a make-out fest. [Use your own imagination here]
***
Back upstairs, Sparrow had started a conversation with himself.
"Why no, I don't 'ave any rum, Captain. Why do yeh ask, yeh scalawag?"
"Well, Jack, I only ask because I seem to be going mad up here, sittin' all by me onesies!" he said to himself, turning his head back and forth as if he were having a real conversation.
"What makes yeh say tha', cheif?"
Sparrow sighed. "Because I'm talkin' to meself."
"It's not like it's the first time, Sparrow."
Sparrow furrowed his brows. "What do yeh mean by that, yeh bloody pirate?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Yeh've lost it!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!" He yelled, pointing a finger at the air.
"Nope," he replied to, um, well, to himself.
"ARG!" Sparrow yelled, and grabbed himself around the neck. He began having a vigorous fight with himself, which ended with him slamming his own head into the wall with a loud thump.
***
Downstairs, Jennifer pulled away quickly when she heard the sound of Sparrow's head hitting the wall.
"What the hell was that?" Rob asked, looking curiously up the stairs.
"Sparrow," she said quietly. Rob raised an eyebrow.
"Sparrow? What's sparrow?"
"What? Oh, nothing. Listen, Rob, I think you should go. David is getting home soon."
"But what was that upstairs?" He asked as she was pushing him toward the door.
"That? Oh that...that was just our new cat, Sparrow. He's crazy. I'd better make sure he's ok."
Rob gave her a funny look, but shrugged. "Bye babe. Call me."
She kissed him and said she would, before closing the door. "What have you done, Jack..."
Jennifer quickly ran up the stairs and opened the guest room door. To her horror, Jack Sparrow was lying motionless on the ground by the bed. She rushed over to him and put his head in her lap.
"Dammit, Jack, wake up." She slapped his face lightly a few times, to no avail. "Oh man, oh man!" He wasn't breathing. She bit her lip and tried to think. Suddenly she remembered that in 9th grade she had gotten CPR lessons.
"But....ewww," she said, at the thought of covering his mouth with hers. He still hadn't woken, however, so she pushed that to the back of her mind and laid his head on the floor, clamping her mouth over his. She was concentrating so hard on getting ghim breathing again that she didn't notice his tongue creeping into her mouth.
It wasn't until his arms had snaked around her waist and pulled her on top of him did she realize he had been awake and taking advantage of her being a good samaritan. She pulled away quickly and sat up.
"Ugh! You PIG!" She yelled, and slapped him hard across the face. She stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard the windows shook.
"Ok, maybe I deserved that."
****
There's your chapter. I liked it, how 'bout you? Now review and tell me so.
But, on the other hand, I've gotten my Homecoming dress, which is really nice, and I've gotten some reviews! Well, ok, one. But still, it was very encouraging. Thanks Platy! And I'm very happy with this story. I'm feeling very...uh....well...it's working well, let's say that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing.
**** Previously:
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."
****
"Ah, so that's why yeh've turned down all me charms. Yer attached," Sparrow said, nodding knowingly. Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"I've turned down all your charms because you're some dude that just showed up in my house one night, dressed like a pirate, smelling like some sort of strong alchohol-"
"That would be rum," he cut in.
"Whatever, and, unless I'm very mistaken, you are over 18. If I did anything with you that would be illegal, not to mention gross," she finished. Sparrow put his hand over his heart and pulled a sad face.
"Now that hurts." The doorbell rang again, and Jennifer gave an agitated sigh.
"Suck it up, Captain. Now, go back up to your room and don't come out until I say you can," she said, pointing up the stairs.
"What the 'ell am I supposed to do until then? Just sit there?" He asked, starting up the steps. The doorbell had stopped ringing and the man behind it had strated calling for Jennifer and pounding on the door.
"Jen? Jen, are you ok?"
Hold on Rob! I'm not dressed yet!" She called back. He yelled something about that not being a problem, but Jennifer had already started talking to Sparrow.
"I'll come up in a minute and put a movie on for you. But you have to promise to keep it down."
"Yeah, alright, mate," he answered and bounding up the steps to the guest room. Jennifer winced at the noise he was making, but then straighted her clothes out and opened the door.
"Hey babe," Rob said once the door was open. He pulled his hand from behind his back to expose a bouquet of flowers.
"Rob! They're beautiful!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly. "I missed you so much."
He handed over the flowers and closed the door behind him. "I missed you too, Jen. But I was only gone for a week."
Jennifer shrugged. "Yeah, well, being here with my parents and David, with no boyfriend to run to," she pecked his lips, "was pure torture." Rob smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I'm sure it was. Have a seat," He said, pointing to the couch. Jennifer gave him a funny look, but did. But when he didn't sit next to her, she pouted.
"You're not gonna sit with me? That's it, you're not my boyfriend anymore." He laughed and walked behind the couch.
"I want to show you some things I learned during my week in Chicago," he said. Rob started massaging her shoulders, exactly the way a real masseuse would.
"You've got a lot of knots in your muscles, Jen. Stressed out?" he asked, working on a particularly large knot. She heaved a big sigh.
"You have no idea." Rob pulled his hands away and jumped over the edge of the couch. He pulled his girlfriend onto his lap and intertwined his fingers in hers.
"Care to share?" He whispered in her ear.
She sighed. "I can't...David made me promise not to tell," she lied. "Don't worry, it should be settled soon." Jennifer closed her eyes and rested her head against Rob's chest.
"I know what you need, babe."
"What do I need?" She asked, turning to face him.
"You need....a tickle fight!" He yelled and grabbed her ribs. Jennifer burst out laughing and they were soon rolling around on the floor having an all-out tickle war.
***
Meanwhile, the famous Captain Jack Sparrow was staring at the ceiling of the guest room, singing the song Elizabeth had taught him that night on the island.
"Devils and blacksheep and really bad eggs...."
***
After Jennifer and Rob had recovered form their fight and finally stopped laughing, the flopped back down on the couch.
"You were right. I needed that," Jennifer said.
"I know you did. I'm always right," Rob replied, giving her the thousand- watt smile she had always loved about him. She pushed the strands of brown hair out of his eyes and kissed his nose. That was at the exact same time his stomach decided to growl loudly.
The girl snorted and stood up. "Hungry?"
He grabbed her arms, pulling his girlfriend back down. "Only for you."
And thus began a make-out fest. [Use your own imagination here]
***
Back upstairs, Sparrow had started a conversation with himself.
"Why no, I don't 'ave any rum, Captain. Why do yeh ask, yeh scalawag?"
"Well, Jack, I only ask because I seem to be going mad up here, sittin' all by me onesies!" he said to himself, turning his head back and forth as if he were having a real conversation.
"What makes yeh say tha', cheif?"
Sparrow sighed. "Because I'm talkin' to meself."
"It's not like it's the first time, Sparrow."
Sparrow furrowed his brows. "What do yeh mean by that, yeh bloody pirate?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Yeh've lost it!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!" He yelled, pointing a finger at the air.
"Nope," he replied to, um, well, to himself.
"ARG!" Sparrow yelled, and grabbed himself around the neck. He began having a vigorous fight with himself, which ended with him slamming his own head into the wall with a loud thump.
***
Downstairs, Jennifer pulled away quickly when she heard the sound of Sparrow's head hitting the wall.
"What the hell was that?" Rob asked, looking curiously up the stairs.
"Sparrow," she said quietly. Rob raised an eyebrow.
"Sparrow? What's sparrow?"
"What? Oh, nothing. Listen, Rob, I think you should go. David is getting home soon."
"But what was that upstairs?" He asked as she was pushing him toward the door.
"That? Oh that...that was just our new cat, Sparrow. He's crazy. I'd better make sure he's ok."
Rob gave her a funny look, but shrugged. "Bye babe. Call me."
She kissed him and said she would, before closing the door. "What have you done, Jack..."
Jennifer quickly ran up the stairs and opened the guest room door. To her horror, Jack Sparrow was lying motionless on the ground by the bed. She rushed over to him and put his head in her lap.
"Dammit, Jack, wake up." She slapped his face lightly a few times, to no avail. "Oh man, oh man!" He wasn't breathing. She bit her lip and tried to think. Suddenly she remembered that in 9th grade she had gotten CPR lessons.
"But....ewww," she said, at the thought of covering his mouth with hers. He still hadn't woken, however, so she pushed that to the back of her mind and laid his head on the floor, clamping her mouth over his. She was concentrating so hard on getting ghim breathing again that she didn't notice his tongue creeping into her mouth.
It wasn't until his arms had snaked around her waist and pulled her on top of him did she realize he had been awake and taking advantage of her being a good samaritan. She pulled away quickly and sat up.
"Ugh! You PIG!" She yelled, and slapped him hard across the face. She stood up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard the windows shook.
"Ok, maybe I deserved that."
****
There's your chapter. I liked it, how 'bout you? Now review and tell me so.