::Melissa Typing::
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"WHERE'S ALL THE WATER?! WHERE'S THE RUM?!" Jack said pacing the floors. "We're on land, bucko. Get used to it because until we can figure out how to get you back home this is where you'll be staying." Melissa replied sarcastically.


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"BUT I DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE LOVE!! EVERYWHERE I LOOK THERE ARE PICTURES OF WILL!! LOOK!" He yelled as he pointed to one. "HERE HE HAS LONG BLONDE HAIR AND A BOW AND ARROW!! OMG!! (why can't he just say Oh my God?) HE'S A STRIPPER!!!!!!!!!!" He then proceeded to run around the living room. He stooped on after he was tired and then fell against the couch. Everyone was looking at him in a weird way... "Holy Mother of a Foo Clown," Melissa said as she looked at him. He was sweating and his breaths were coming out slow and shallow. "I hear ya, sista!" Melissa looked over at Cherice who was grinning in a way that asked, did-I-really-say-that-or-am-I-going-crazy? "Ooooook then. On to plan B. I don't think Jack should sleep here tonight." "I don't think even I want to stay here tonight," Will added, looking frightfully at the computer screen as it changed to a picture of him wearing nothing but a leopard print Speedo with a white shirt tucked into it. (Melissa: Is there really a picture like that out there? Hmmmm) "Fine!" Cherice exclaimed. "Be that way! I'll just sleep here all by my lonesome self!" Once again, Melissa looked at Cherice like she was crazy. "WHERE THE HELL HAS CHERICE GONE?! ON A VACATION TO MEXICO?! OMG!! SHE'S GOING TO END UP IN A BURRITO!! NOOO!!! NOT ANOTHER CHERICE BURRITO!! THEY GIVE YOU GAS!!!!" Everyone slowly backed away from Melissa. "Riiiiight," Will said slowly in his sexy accent. (Meissa ::drool::) Finally, Cherice let out a WOOOSH! of air. "I have it!! IT'S TIME FOR A SLEEEEEEEEEP OVER!"

::Melissa still typing. WHOOP!! I'M GOING TO WRITE THE ENTIRE CHAPPY!!! maybe::

At Melissa's house....

Everyone had packed their bags, and everyone was over at Melissa's house. Well, actually, only n Cherice packed a bag since she was the one spending the night... Melissa lived in her house, and wore those clothes, and Jack and Will were just going to have to stay in those clothes... ::Melissa thinks about giving Jack a bath:: BUT, Cherice liked to think she was the center of the world, so it was A-OK with her. They arrived in Melissa's house, which was really only three houses down from Cherice's, and also had the same floor plan. "Dude," Melissa said as she dropped Cherice's bags on the ground. "Welcome to my house. Here is the.. living room, and there is the.... kitchen. And over here is the stairs. OH! And look, there's the carpeting. Isn't is lurvely?" Cherice looked at he like she was insane... and maybe she was. "It looks just like my house. Dumbass." "Ahh! Yes, that is does! But.. mine is different, for there is a," here she pushed the stairs to reveal.. well, another set of stairs, only they were going downwards instead of.. upwards, "SECRET ROOM!! BUWAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA!!!" Once again, everyone slowly backed away in fright. Only... Will, being the pa- sexy! little pirate that he was, fell down the stairs, and went BOOM! "That was a stupid thing to go and do," Jack hollered down to him. 'Oooof," was his only response. "Quite." Everyone (Well, minus Will. He was still Ooofing in pain) turned to look at Cherice. "WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE GOING OUT OF THEIR FUCKING CHARACTER?! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!" "I dunno," Cherice answered. "BUT I NEED TO SEE IF MY WILLY IS OK!" Cherice took off down the stairs, presumably heading towards Will. "Did she just say she had a willy?" Jack asked Melissa, sniggering. "Yea, well.. yea.. WHOA NOW!! THAT'S JUST NOT RIGHT!!" Here, she gagged, and buried her head in Jack's chest. "ONLY MEN ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE WILLIES!" "Aye," Jack answered, patting Melissa uncertainly on her back.. WAS THAT A BRA STRAP? NO! MUST THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS! NOT MR. HAPPY THOUGHTS! WAIT.. WHAT THE HELL IS A BRA?! AHHHHHH! "I have a willy." "Yes.. you do," Melissa answered, lifting her head up. She winked at him. "Well, we must go now! Follow the leader! HUT TWO THREE FOUR! HUT TWO THREE FOUR! HUT TWO THREE FOUR!"

::Melissa STILL typing::

Down in the secret layer! BUWAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA....

"Is that a brain?" Jack asked once they were all in the room. "I've never seen a brain before.. well, actually, one time I looked at mayonnaise and thought it was a brain on rum... does that count?" "No it doesn't," Cherice told him, just as Melissa said, "That would be a mop." "Wait..." Jack asked, suddenly confused. "Are you telling me that mayonnaise doesn't count as a brain, but it's a mop? WHAT?" Melissa shook her head sadly. "No, mayonnaise doesn't count as a brain, and what you're thinking is a brain is really a mop. ARGHH!! YOU'RE SO CONFUSING!!" "Aye, but you love me anyway!" Melissa smiled, "Yes! I do! HUGGLY PARTY!!!" Jack had no idea what a 'Huggly Party' was, but decided to just feel the warm fuzzies that he felt when Melissa's said she loved him.... and to hug her. (After all, he was a sex-crazed.. alcoholic) Whoa... She smells good... while I smell like sewage. HOW IS THAT FAIR? ARGHH!! Besides, I still say that was a brain. "HEY!" Cherice yelled, trying to get their attention. "WILL IS IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN! JUST LOOK AT HIM!! HE'S WAILING!!" Jack and Melissa looked around to see Will doing the Macarena. As if sensing eyes on him, Will opened his eyes to smile brightly at the pair (Melissa: he had to open his eyes to smile? Ooook then!). "I feel great! No more pain! I'M ALL BETTER!" "No you're not!" Cherice yelled. "YOU FELL LIKE CRAP! NOW GET ON THE FLOOR SO THAT I CAN FIX YOU!" "Whoa.." Melissa said to Jack. "Do you think she has bent up sexual frustration or what?" Jack just blinked. "Maybe she needs some rum." "Uh... yea... Rum.. THAT'LL work." "Well, it might!" The two were cut off by Cherice yelling, "CLEAR!" and then using her shoes as paddles to resuscitate his heart (Melissa: Think ER people). "I SAID CLEAR DAMMIT!!!!" She then used her shoes again to 'bring life back into him'. "WHY WON'T YOU LIVE?! WHY WHY WHY!?" "Cherice..." Melissa said carefully. "You've knocked him out with your shoe... he won't be breathing for a while now." "BUT HE MUST COME BACK!!!!!!! HE MUST!!! I WILL NOT HAVE HIM DIE ON MY WATCH!" "Ooook then. Well, in that case, let me help you!" Melissa scurried around the room in search of something to help Will with. She found a pickle and then scurried back on over to Will. She kneeled over his body and raised her hands over his chest, the pickle in her hand. "BOOMSHOCKALOCKABOMBDIGGITYDINGDONGSPRITEMOO!" With those words, Will came back to life, and looked around the room hazily. "Er.. Hello," he said to everyone after a moment. And then.. without further A-do, Cherice flung her arms around his neck and started crying into his shoulder. "It's times like these that just make you want to gag," Melissa told Jack. "Yes, luv." He looked down at her and winked. "Want to try it?" Melissa grinned and leaned into to kiss him.......

Only there was a loud noise that made both couples break apart. "MELISSA!!" A female voice yelled. There was kicking on the steps above them. "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!! I NEED CHEETOS!! AND I NEED THEM NOW!!!!" It was Melissa's sister Megan.. and she did not sound happy. "Who is that?" Jack and Will asked at the same time. "That would be Megan," she replied. Cherice looked somewhat stunned. "Is that how she really acts?" Melissa nodded her head, and Cherice busted out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S FUNNY! HAHAHA!" Unfortunately. Megan heard the laughing and kicked the steps again. "WHO IS THAT DOWN THERE WITH YOU? IS IT BOB?!" Who the Hell is Bob? Melissa asked herself... at the same time she yelled up the stairs to Megan. "NO! It's Jack! Jack Sparrow!" She shared a grin with Cherice. "And Will Turner too!" "Really?" Megan asked, her kicking stopping. "OMG!! I CAN SEE HIM- THEM ON EBAY!" She the proceeded to kick the stairs again, with a single-minded purposed that made Melissa know that she was after the two studs. She wrapped her arms around Jack while Cherice did the same with Will. They were in for a rough night.. or day... depending on how long it took for Megan's foot to grow blisters and start hurting her.

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WHOOP WHOOP!!! There ya go! The fifth chappy! Or.. at least.. I THINK it's the fifth chappy. I just don't know. ::sigh:: Well. WHAT DID YA THINK?! Did you think it was spaz-tastic? I certainly did.......n't! HaHa.

Anyhoo, now you know what I write like.. you poor poor children. I feel your pain. ::pats you on the back:: Well... REVIEW! Before I start to scare you! NOW BITCH!!!

No caffeine was harmed in the writing of this chapter.