Chapter Five: The Deconstruction of Wall Paper

Riley ran down the hall and to the elevator, leaving wet spots on the carpet from her shoes, but she didn't care. She skidded to a halt when she reached the elevator, punching the down button impatiently. When the doors finally opened, she ran in and hit floor three, jumping out once the doors opened again. She ran down the hall a bit, until she reached apartment 27A. She pounded on the door, having no mercy for the person inside.

"WOULD YOU KNOCK IT OFF?!" came a voice inside. "I'm coming already!"

A man about the age of twenty-one with light brown hair gelled so it was spiked and sea-green eyes appeared in the doorway, an angry look on his face, but his features softened when he saw who it was. "Hey, Ri, why do you always have to pound on my door? And what happened to your eye?"

But Riley wasn't listening to her best friend, she just brushed past him and ran into the bedroom. "What's the rush?" he called after her. "No 'Good evening, Robbie,' or 'how is everything Robbie'?"

"No time for small talk," she said, throwing open his closet doors. Robbie followed her into the room and walked in front of her just as she was about to pull clothes off hangers.

"Then would you mind telling me why you're about to destroy my room and rush out like nothing happened?"

Riley sighed, it wasn't like she couldn't tell him after all.

Robbie had been Riley's best friend ever since a year before her parents died. Even when Riley had moved to foster home after foster home, Robbie still kept in touch with her. They saw each other every weekend, and when Riley moved out Robbie had suggested the apartment she was in now so that they could still be near each other. But it wasn't like they were going out or anything, no, they were just awesome friends.

Riley looked up at Robbie's face, remembering the days way back when, when she was taller than him. "Will Turner is in my living room right now and he needs some clothes because he fell from the ceiling in my studio and landed on top of me so we got into this huge fight and I squirted him with my paints and got a black eye and since I'm the only one who'll believe him I took him in and he needs some clean clothes," she said extremely fast.

Robbie stared at her for a minute, and Riley pushed him out of the way. "Huh?" he said after a few seconds. "Will Turner is in your living room?"

"Yep," said Riley, pulling a few clothes off the hangers.

"Will Turner as in Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean?"

"That's the one!"

Satisfied with the stuff she had, she ran out of the apartment. "Thanks, Rob!" she called behind her.

"Hey!" he yelled. "THAT'S MY FAVORITE SHIRT!"

"Thanks, Robbie!" she called.

Robbie stared after her retreating back, then heard the door slam behind her. He scratched his spiky light brown hair in confusion wondering what the heck was going on.

Will Turner in his best friend's living room?!

"Okay," he mumbled to himself. "Things just get weirder by the minute with her."

Within a few minutes, Riley skidded to a halt in front of her apartment door and threw it open, ran inside, and slammed the door behind her.

"I got you some clean stuff!" she said, showing him the clothes. She then looked at him a little more closely. "Have you even moved since I left?"

Will shook his head.

"Well, you can now."

Will walked over to her, smiling. "Thank you," he said. "But how am I going to get this paint off?"

"Easy," she replied, leading him to the bathroom. "You just wash it off you. Just throw out your dirty clothes when you're done."

She walked in with Will a little ways behind her. She pulled out a towel for him and turned on the shower to a nice temperature. "Wash out the streaks in your hair with this stuff," she pointed to her shampoo and conditioner, "and use this soap for your body."

"Thank you, Miss Rosewell," said Will as she left, shutting the door behind her.

"So, when do you think I'll be able to get back home?" asked Will from behind the door.

"I don't know," Riley replied. "You may be stuck here for a while. But modern day New York is actually pretty cool, as you already found out…"

She heard Will laugh. All of a sudden, the door opened and his arm stuck out, holding his clothes. "Here you go," he said, voice slightly muffled because of the door. Riley took them and Will shut the door again. As soon as she heard that unmistakable sound of the shower curtain sliding over, she dropped the clothes and ran into her bedroom.

Her mouth fell open. She had only now just realized how much Pirates of the Caribbean stuff she had. Poster after poster of Jack was plastered over her walls so much you couldn't tell what color the paint was anymore. She set to work immediately, carefully ripping down each one of them, throwing them into a box when they were off the walls. She heard the water shut off and started to panic. Ripping down the last poster, she stuffed it into the box a little less carefully than she normally would have, then ran out of the room and stuffed it into the back of her hall closet, slamming the door tightly, it was sometimes untrustworthy at staying shut.

"What am I forgetting?" she mumbled to herself.

Well, whatever that was, it was too late. Will stepped out, dressed in Robbie's clothes, and not looking too bad in them. Nothing fancy, just a T-shirt and some jeans.

"We'll have to get some more clothes of Robbie's for you, they seem to fit you pretty well."

Will looked down at the print on the shirt he was wearing. "'Don't make me think… It hurts too much'?"

Riley laughed. "He's always loved that shirt for some odd reason…"

"Who's Robbie?" Will asked suspiciously.

"My best friend. We've known each other for a LONG time."

"Oh, well, he has weird taste in clothes," Will replied with a smile.

Riley laughed again. "I think there are some better things in there of his," she said. "I didn't look very hard though."

There was a short pause between the two of them.

"So… do you want me to get you some books on the stuff of today?" Riley asked as Will nodded vigorously. "'Cause I think I have some around here…"

Five minutes later, she had pulled as many books as she could find about modern times off her bookshelves and stuffed them into Will's arms.

"Oh, this one might help too…" she pulled it off and dropped it into Will's arms on top of the other six or so. His knees began to buckle from the weight.

"Miss Rosewell…" he said, his voice strained.

"Yes?" she asked, not noticing, but instead, still scanning her bookshelves for more.

"I think I can learn from these…"

She turned around. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't notice…"

She relieved him of a few books and dropped them on the couch, indicating Will do the same.

"Well, I'm sure you'd like to watch some movies—"

"What are movies?" he asked curiously.

"It's all in there, but I think you'll like them."

She grabbed her purse and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door she looked back at Will, who had just picked up a book. "One more thing," she said.

Will looked up at her. "Yes?"

"Please call me Riley from now on. You're going to be seeing me a lot so you might as well get used to it."

Will smiled. "Okay."

With that, she turned and left.

You like? Robbie is based off one of my friends, he has many of his qualities. Oh, and I have a piano recital tonight and I'm INCREDIBLY nervous… but I'm playing 'In Dreams' and 'Rohan' from Lord of the Rings!!!! So for those reasons… REVIEW like you've never done before! LOL!