Hey guys! This story is BAAAAAACK! WOOO! Well since I'm (almost) done with TBOAP I figured that I could start back up on this one… cuz I missed it! LOL!

Chapter Eight:

"Riley! Riley! Where—" Robbie was running to Riley's apartment in search of his favorite shirt and the wearer of it, but stopped short when he had just started pulling out the spare key she had given him, seeing as there was no more use for it.

"Holy mushrooms," he said quietly to himself as he gazed over the threshold. The door was not on its hinges, but instead on the floor, dust everywhere from when it had fallen.

"RILEY!" he yelled. "WAKE UP, YOU HAVE NO D—"

But he stopped short when he was in the doorway of the bedroom, seeing her and Will lying on the bed, Will up against her back with his arm around her stomach. Riley opened her eyes.

"Morning already?" she asked.

"Do you have any idea what your apartment is like?!" Robbie yelled.

"Yeah, I know, doesn't it suck?" she replied, sitting up and running her fingers through her hair. Robbie stared at Will.

"Oh, Robbie Fidducia, meet Will Turner. Will, Robbie."

They nodded at each other.

"Well, what are you going to do about this?" asked Robbie. "You can't just live without a door… and how did this happen?! And how did he happen?!" Robbie looked all around. "WHAT IS GOING ON?!" he yelled out in frustration.

"Stop spazing out," Riley replied rather calmly. "I'm going to call the insurance agent and see if they can replace my stuff. In the meantime, my dear friend, Will, could you explain this whole thing?"

Will nodded and Riley stepped out of the room to get her phone.

There was silence between the two men. "I like your shirt," Will said, referring to the shirt he was wearing to break the tense silence.

"So do I," said Robbie. Riley appeared back in the room.

"Okay, problem!" She held up her house phone, in a couple pieces. "No worries though, I've got my trusty cell phone!" With that, she grabbed it off the bed stand and went back out of the room.

"So… how exactly did you get here?" Robbie asked.

Will could tell he didn't really like him. "Well, I'm not exactly sure, I was on a ship and I suddenly came through a portal, and landed in Riley's studio. I'm guessing that's how the band of pirates that were here last night came too."

Robbie nodded. A few moments later, Riley came back into the room.

"Good news! They'll probably be able to replace my things, but I think we should leave the apartment the way it is so that they can really see what it's like…"

"Wait a minute," broke in Robbie. "You're going to stay here… WITHOUT A DOOR?!"

"Would you calm down for once?!" said Riley, exasperated. "Chill out! They're coming here tomorrow!"

…

The insurance woman lowered her glasses a little bit, raising one obviously made-up, heavily penciled eyebrow. With her other hand, her two inch scarlet nails drummed her clipboard as she surveyed the damage, Riley standing impatiently behind her, arms crossed.

"How exactly did you say this happened?" the woman asked.

"Vandals broke in during the middle of the night, destroying everything in their path," said Riley for the fourth time. "Now will you be able to replace my things?"

The woman scribbled something on her clipboard. Her curled red hair clashed horribly with her bright purple work-suit; Riley was strongly reminded of Rita Skeeter from the Harry Potter series. Will was with Robbie getting more of his clothes, since Riley hadn't exactly figured out a way to get him back home, it looked like he'd be here for a while.

"Well," the woman said, "since you're in the Metropolitan Museum of Art we'll probably be able to."

"Thank you for finally answering me," said Riley with a slight frown; the insurance woman's was more obvious however.

"I'll take my leave," she said, walking to the new door Robbie had put up.

The woman was just about to leave when Will and Robbie appeared at the door, Will in some of Robbie's clothes. Riley had to admit he looked good in them, especially this particular outfit… a black silk shirt and blue-jeans. The woman stopped dead.

"Oh," she said. "And you are?" she started blushing furiously. Will and Robbie had to fight a laugh as Riley imitated her in a rather snooty manner.

"Hello, Miss," said Will. She was staring at him with a glazed look in her eyes. He glanced at Riley for help.

"Well, if my stuff is coming there's no need for you to stay," she said, pushing her out the door.

"I'M FROM STOOTZEL AND AGNEYAH INSURANCE CO.!" she yelled down the hall. "CALL ME! MY NAME'S CONSTANCE!"

Riley snorted.

"You've got to be kidding…" said Robbie, walking into the room behind Will. He was carrying a bulging duffle-bag that Riley could only guess was stuffed full of clothes. He tossed it to the side of the room.

"Will, I hope you're not into that type of woman," Riley said.

"Don't worry, I'm not," he replied, smiling. Robbie was looking from him to Riley as if watching a tennis rally.

"Uh, Ri?" he asked to break the awkward silence.

"Yeah?"

"Do you need help cleaning this mess up?"

"No, I think I can handle it."

"All right, I'm going to leave then…" Riley didn't seem to notice what he said. "Okay, good bye," he said a little more louder. "I'M LEAVING NOW!… Oh boff," he said to himself as he left, slamming the door behind him.

To celebrate the return of this story, please review! (and also, if you haven't read "I didn't mean to fall in love with you" and "He's a pirate", please do and give me some ideas cuz I'm STUCK! Thanks!)