Celwriter: I love listening to the radio, don't you?

Mary: that sounded sarcastic

Celwriter: And you think I'd like having songs run through my head and stay there all day

Mary: sing them out loud and they won't be stuck in your head anymore.

Celwriter: you know I can't sing

Mary: Sure, just try. Alvin says that he can't sing and you know how he sounds.

Celwriter: I'll try. (singing off key)

"Somebody told me that you had a boyfriend, looked more like a girlfriend that I had in bed.."

"I you really love me, why can't you get closer..."

Mary: stop, stop, you can't sing

Celwriter: told ya.

Mary: anyway, next chappie. I hate evil cliffies, die cliffies die. Updates rock! Woot, woot, woot!

Chapter 29

"So, you're a pirate." Cel stated the obvious. Philip was somehow different. He was calm, composed, and incredibly hot. He just leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his back. Cel sighed.

"Yes, and you?"

"Pirate."

"I see we both kept secrets," Philip said, his eyes flashing and mouth curling up into the best boyish grin Cel had ever seen.

"I never said I wasn't. So how long have you been a pirate?"

"A few years, you?"

"A few years." Each was so busy examining the other that neither noticed the dark figure who entered the room. He silently took a seat nearby, intently watching Philip and Cel.

"Does your dad know?" Cel asked.

"No, yours?"

"He's the one who started me off to piracy. Bootstrap Bill," Cel told Philip. The figure in the corner could not tell what they were saying, but that's not why he was there.

"Oh, I heard of him. Quick draw with the sword."

"Yes, very quick. How fast are you?" Before Philip's sword was all the way out, the figure had his drawn and pointed at Philip's throat.

"Drop it," said a familiar voice.

Celwriter: uh-oh. I wonder who that is? Tried to call Philip Ricky a few times cause he's just like Richard Bly in my novel and Cel almost became Rachel Burns. Pretty funky there, just like a few times I almost called Jack Mort because I write more than one story at a time. If Ricky's reading, what do you think? Am I a complete idiot with no writing talent? You don't need to sign the review, just go ahead and flame. It can't get any hotter than my eighth block class with no AC on the third floor.

Hey Dawnie-7, thanks for all the reviews, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one obsessed with ours truly, JD.