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Chapter 08::
Southern California nights can be a beautiful sight for as long as you spend them somewhere halfway decent. Where Serena and Will were, the nightlife was something to be experienced or at least seen.
Being near the beach on the west coast meant that Will started the night with an amazing light show courtesy of the sunset. The sky was lit up as if it was a Monet painting in pinks, blues, and lavenders and the reflection of the light made everything sparkle. Then as darkness begins to set in the Santa Monica pier would light up. The pier and the carnival that was set on the wooden platform was already startling to the pirate but when the music was increased in volume, and suddenly the sky was lit with neon lights, his mouth was gaping, much to Serena's amusement.
However, Will's uninhibited appreciation for what was around him was the only thing that made that day completely worthwhile to Serena. Truth be told, she really couldn't enjoy herself completely. She was fast becoming paranoid of any high-pitched noises thinking it was some rabid fan girl like that of this morning finally discovering that 'Orlando Bloom' was beside her. She was pretty sure that she already evaded two riots but this anxiety was starting to eat away at her nerves.
"You want to head home?" Serena asked Will as he was bouncing on his toes. Three sticks of candyfloss were quickly energizing the would-be pirate. His eyes were wide and his grin was irrepressible, as he got ready for another round on the bumper cars.
"Do we have to?!" Will whined. "Just one more ride on the Ferris wheel after this!"
"All right, no more candy for you, mister," Serena laughed plucking the stick of candy away from his hand. "You are gong to end up with the world's most horrible headache when all that sugar drains out of you." All Will did was give her a lopsided grin, showing her that he was having too much fun in that moment to care about what happened in the next. "Fine... one more ride on the Ferris wheel." She turned around to lean on the rails waiting for their turn on the cars until Will tapped her on the shoulder
"Umm... uhhh. Serena?" Will stammered, blushing a little bit.
"Yup?" Serena turned to Will, popping some popcorn into her mouth.
"I think... Uhhh... You're Uhhh.. posterior end seems to be singing," Will stuttered, his face reddening even further.
"My what?!" Serena choked on her popcorn. Her eyes showed that she was a bit confused and her mind was processing what he was saying. Finally, her eyes widened in understanding. She reached behind her and took out her cell phone. She had forgotten to put it on vibrate and had stuck it in her back jeans pocket. She flipped her phone open and looked at the caller ID.
"What is that?" Will interrupted reaching out for the little mobile but his hand was pushed away.
"In a sec... Hey, Yemi," Serena said into the phone. She turned away from the crowd and listened in to the receiver for her best friend's reply.
"Why weren't you in class?! We have a project for Psych and where the hell are you?! You're NOT in class!" Yemi screamed into the phone. "It's due in two weeks, Ser! I went to your apartment and you're not there and Kathy says you had a one night stand and that you need to get her conditioner..."
"Yem... Yemi... Yemi, calm down!" Serena laughed. "One, they don't take attendance in college anymore, if you care to remember. As long as I turn in the projects and pass the tests, I'm fine. That project is covered so calm down. Two, I did not have a one night stand. Do not believe a WORD Katherine says. Moreover, I'll get her blasted conditioner. Don't worry about it."
"How the heck are we best friends?! The only thing you're EVER worried about is punctuality. I worry about everything else," Yemi muttered.
"You were only missing being paranoid about being on time for things that you HAVE to show up for. I was the missing piece," Serena grinned into her phone.
"But where are you? Everyone hasn't seen you all day," Yemi asked.
"I'm here at Santa Monica," Her lips twisting into a smile.
"With who?"
"No one... Just a guy..."
"A guy?! You met someone?! You didn't tell me?!"
"Yemi... Remember what I said? You need to CALM DOWN! I just met him yesterday..." She turned back around to look back at Will in the line for the ride but her blood ran cold. He was gone. "Oh shit..."
"What?"
"He's not here... Oh damn.. I need to find him. Call you back later." She hung up her phone and immediately scanned her surroundings and the ride he was queuing for. She couldn't see him... She couldn't see him anywhere.
It wasn't like she was attached but she had some sort of motherly complex. Serena liked to take care of things. Right then, her priority was that scrawny British man from the late 1600s that she had strangely accepted calmly into her world. (She still says it was all the fanfics she read before. Brainwashes the mind, damn it!) In some way or the other, he WAS Orlando Bloom, just not mentally... Meaning he wouldn't know how to deal with the crowds, the fans, or the chaos that might ensue if his identity was 'discovered.'
"Please be all right, please be all right," she chanted in her mind as she pushed through the crowds calling his name out loud. Her heart was beating faster and faster. She didn't whether or not to ask help from anyone. What would she say?
'Ummm, sir, can you help me find my friend? He's about 5' 11". Dark curly brown hair... His name? It's Will Turner... Pirates of the Caribbean you say? Actually, he looks EXACTLY like the guy from Pirates... Get into the squad car, sir?... You're taking me to a mental asylum, sir?...'
Nope. Scratch that idea. Mental asylum didn't seem like the place Will would be at.
Just like that morning, another horde of people started to gather pinpointing where Will was and Serena literally shoved the gatherers off to the side to get to the center. It seemed like Will was causing a bit of a ruckus for an entirely different reason other than who he looked like in this reality.
"Will!" Serena cried out grabbing the arm that was about to strike a petite teenager. She was probaly fourteen or fifteen.. but her eyes were terrified that this man would hit her to oblivion. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
"This slave girl refuses to get out of my way," Will spat out. A low murmur went through the crowd and Serena stepped back shocked at how genuine Will uttered those words. Her mind couldn't wrap around the sincerity that Will said those words... as if he truly believed that the black girl beside them was actually less than human. Then her mind clicked. It was the 1600s in the Caribbean. If memory served her correctly, slavery was still commonplace in the islands. "Why does do the others of her kind not even show more respect to us?"
"Will... Will, come on. We're going home. Stand there and keep still. Don't you dare move." Will's eyes narrowed and she just glared in return. "Stay." She turned to the frightened girl, whose fear was fast becoming indignant anger.
"What the hell is wrong with that fucking asshole! I was next in the fucking line and all of a sudden he..." she rambled on.
"I'm soooo sorry," Serena apologized. "He's... He's a bit wrong in the head and I lost track of him. Is there anything I can do? Did he hurt you?" Happily, the girl was more than a little bit forgiving. She just hugged herself and shook her head.
"You got here in time... Just keep a leash on that retard..." The black girl turned away to leave and just then, Serena realized that there were dozens of pictures being taken of Will who was standing aside, his hands crossed, his eyes narrowed.
"Shit," Serena muttered under her breath. She just shook her head, knowing that whatever damage that was being done, there was no way she could fix it so she just shook her head, hoping to God that this doesn't cause any harm to the real Orlando Bloom's reputation. Oh, she could see the headlines now....
EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! NEW BRITISH HEARTHROB TURNS RACIST BASTARD!
Okay! So she actually didn't KNOW the guy but come on! She only daydreamed about him several hundred times a day! All that time spent in the mind with him... Not to mention the things you end up doing when in the privacy of your imagination. grin After awhile, you care for the one that teaches you more than the Kama Sutra, even if it isn't in reality.
"Will... come on..." She grabbed his hand and just pulled him away to the parking lot. All she CAN do was think about fixing the problem that she COULD fix.
Will Turner, by the seventeenth century's standards, acts well behaved, well-mannered, and treats others according to the social mores of the day. Problem? It's not that day anymore. Serena sighed as she started to drive under her tense muscles and Will's silent confusion and frustration. How do you explain to a man set in his ways that everything they've been taught about whole race of people was wrong?
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Chapter 08::
Southern California nights can be a beautiful sight for as long as you spend them somewhere halfway decent. Where Serena and Will were, the nightlife was something to be experienced or at least seen.
Being near the beach on the west coast meant that Will started the night with an amazing light show courtesy of the sunset. The sky was lit up as if it was a Monet painting in pinks, blues, and lavenders and the reflection of the light made everything sparkle. Then as darkness begins to set in the Santa Monica pier would light up. The pier and the carnival that was set on the wooden platform was already startling to the pirate but when the music was increased in volume, and suddenly the sky was lit with neon lights, his mouth was gaping, much to Serena's amusement.
However, Will's uninhibited appreciation for what was around him was the only thing that made that day completely worthwhile to Serena. Truth be told, she really couldn't enjoy herself completely. She was fast becoming paranoid of any high-pitched noises thinking it was some rabid fan girl like that of this morning finally discovering that 'Orlando Bloom' was beside her. She was pretty sure that she already evaded two riots but this anxiety was starting to eat away at her nerves.
"You want to head home?" Serena asked Will as he was bouncing on his toes. Three sticks of candyfloss were quickly energizing the would-be pirate. His eyes were wide and his grin was irrepressible, as he got ready for another round on the bumper cars.
"Do we have to?!" Will whined. "Just one more ride on the Ferris wheel after this!"
"All right, no more candy for you, mister," Serena laughed plucking the stick of candy away from his hand. "You are gong to end up with the world's most horrible headache when all that sugar drains out of you." All Will did was give her a lopsided grin, showing her that he was having too much fun in that moment to care about what happened in the next. "Fine... one more ride on the Ferris wheel." She turned around to lean on the rails waiting for their turn on the cars until Will tapped her on the shoulder
"Umm... uhhh. Serena?" Will stammered, blushing a little bit.
"Yup?" Serena turned to Will, popping some popcorn into her mouth.
"I think... Uhhh... You're Uhhh.. posterior end seems to be singing," Will stuttered, his face reddening even further.
"My what?!" Serena choked on her popcorn. Her eyes showed that she was a bit confused and her mind was processing what he was saying. Finally, her eyes widened in understanding. She reached behind her and took out her cell phone. She had forgotten to put it on vibrate and had stuck it in her back jeans pocket. She flipped her phone open and looked at the caller ID.
"What is that?" Will interrupted reaching out for the little mobile but his hand was pushed away.
"In a sec... Hey, Yemi," Serena said into the phone. She turned away from the crowd and listened in to the receiver for her best friend's reply.
"Why weren't you in class?! We have a project for Psych and where the hell are you?! You're NOT in class!" Yemi screamed into the phone. "It's due in two weeks, Ser! I went to your apartment and you're not there and Kathy says you had a one night stand and that you need to get her conditioner..."
"Yem... Yemi... Yemi, calm down!" Serena laughed. "One, they don't take attendance in college anymore, if you care to remember. As long as I turn in the projects and pass the tests, I'm fine. That project is covered so calm down. Two, I did not have a one night stand. Do not believe a WORD Katherine says. Moreover, I'll get her blasted conditioner. Don't worry about it."
"How the heck are we best friends?! The only thing you're EVER worried about is punctuality. I worry about everything else," Yemi muttered.
"You were only missing being paranoid about being on time for things that you HAVE to show up for. I was the missing piece," Serena grinned into her phone.
"But where are you? Everyone hasn't seen you all day," Yemi asked.
"I'm here at Santa Monica," Her lips twisting into a smile.
"With who?"
"No one... Just a guy..."
"A guy?! You met someone?! You didn't tell me?!"
"Yemi... Remember what I said? You need to CALM DOWN! I just met him yesterday..." She turned back around to look back at Will in the line for the ride but her blood ran cold. He was gone. "Oh shit..."
"What?"
"He's not here... Oh damn.. I need to find him. Call you back later." She hung up her phone and immediately scanned her surroundings and the ride he was queuing for. She couldn't see him... She couldn't see him anywhere.
It wasn't like she was attached but she had some sort of motherly complex. Serena liked to take care of things. Right then, her priority was that scrawny British man from the late 1600s that she had strangely accepted calmly into her world. (She still says it was all the fanfics she read before. Brainwashes the mind, damn it!) In some way or the other, he WAS Orlando Bloom, just not mentally... Meaning he wouldn't know how to deal with the crowds, the fans, or the chaos that might ensue if his identity was 'discovered.'
"Please be all right, please be all right," she chanted in her mind as she pushed through the crowds calling his name out loud. Her heart was beating faster and faster. She didn't whether or not to ask help from anyone. What would she say?
'Ummm, sir, can you help me find my friend? He's about 5' 11". Dark curly brown hair... His name? It's Will Turner... Pirates of the Caribbean you say? Actually, he looks EXACTLY like the guy from Pirates... Get into the squad car, sir?... You're taking me to a mental asylum, sir?...'
Nope. Scratch that idea. Mental asylum didn't seem like the place Will would be at.
Just like that morning, another horde of people started to gather pinpointing where Will was and Serena literally shoved the gatherers off to the side to get to the center. It seemed like Will was causing a bit of a ruckus for an entirely different reason other than who he looked like in this reality.
"Will!" Serena cried out grabbing the arm that was about to strike a petite teenager. She was probaly fourteen or fifteen.. but her eyes were terrified that this man would hit her to oblivion. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
"This slave girl refuses to get out of my way," Will spat out. A low murmur went through the crowd and Serena stepped back shocked at how genuine Will uttered those words. Her mind couldn't wrap around the sincerity that Will said those words... as if he truly believed that the black girl beside them was actually less than human. Then her mind clicked. It was the 1600s in the Caribbean. If memory served her correctly, slavery was still commonplace in the islands. "Why does do the others of her kind not even show more respect to us?"
"Will... Will, come on. We're going home. Stand there and keep still. Don't you dare move." Will's eyes narrowed and she just glared in return. "Stay." She turned to the frightened girl, whose fear was fast becoming indignant anger.
"What the hell is wrong with that fucking asshole! I was next in the fucking line and all of a sudden he..." she rambled on.
"I'm soooo sorry," Serena apologized. "He's... He's a bit wrong in the head and I lost track of him. Is there anything I can do? Did he hurt you?" Happily, the girl was more than a little bit forgiving. She just hugged herself and shook her head.
"You got here in time... Just keep a leash on that retard..." The black girl turned away to leave and just then, Serena realized that there were dozens of pictures being taken of Will who was standing aside, his hands crossed, his eyes narrowed.
"Shit," Serena muttered under her breath. She just shook her head, knowing that whatever damage that was being done, there was no way she could fix it so she just shook her head, hoping to God that this doesn't cause any harm to the real Orlando Bloom's reputation. Oh, she could see the headlines now....
EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! NEW BRITISH HEARTHROB TURNS RACIST BASTARD!
Okay! So she actually didn't KNOW the guy but come on! She only daydreamed about him several hundred times a day! All that time spent in the mind with him... Not to mention the things you end up doing when in the privacy of your imagination. grin After awhile, you care for the one that teaches you more than the Kama Sutra, even if it isn't in reality.
"Will... come on..." She grabbed his hand and just pulled him away to the parking lot. All she CAN do was think about fixing the problem that she COULD fix.
Will Turner, by the seventeenth century's standards, acts well behaved, well-mannered, and treats others according to the social mores of the day. Problem? It's not that day anymore. Serena sighed as she started to drive under her tense muscles and Will's silent confusion and frustration. How do you explain to a man set in his ways that everything they've been taught about whole race of people was wrong?
Please read and review you guys!