A/N: Hey, everyone. I'm back. I've found that it's getting more challenging to write these chapters because the plot is about to get twisted. But don't worry. I'll keep writing! The songs in this chapter are by: Beyoncé, J-Kwon, Jojo, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Fefe Dobson, respectively. I like all of the songs listed, by the way, but just because I do doesn't mean that Will does! Thank you for continuing to read despite my delay.

Elessar-Lover: I changed the summary for you. Do you think it's better? And I'm glad you like it, so keep reading!

Terradaina: Ah, my lovely loyal reader. Is Alisa killing you yet? Don't worry, things will go more to your liking soon! And that was a great idea, and it wouldn't have been so obvious. But I guess the way it turned out was ok, because you all know something that Will doesn't! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Eight: Pimpin' Rides

Eight thirty finally rolled around and Will decided that it was time. He had been getting ready for the past two hours; usually it took him a shower, tooth brushing and a shave to get himself publicly acceptable, but tonight was different. Tonight, most of his "mirror time" was spent giving himself a pep talk. Now, he was in his car replaying the things he had said to himself in the mirror: Will, you're gonna do great. This is the night you've been waiting for-you finally get to do something exciting, something to prove yourself. No one will be able to call you "just a jock" after tonight. Just don't screw up. Don't screw up. Don't screw up.

After a few minutes of driving, he decided that he was calm enough to stop obsessing and listen to some music. Switching from station to station he found it hard to find some music to suit his mood. Baby boy you stay on my mind, fulfill my fantasy....No....Errrbody in da club gettin' tip-say!!....No....Leave! Get out! Right now!....Oh, God, no! Finally, he found something that he could feel at the moment. Standing in line to see the show tonight and there's a light on...heavy glow...He drove along, his nerves calmed and his mind in the music. As he came closer to his time to turn onto the highway, he realized that he was low on gas. Will pulled into the nearest gas station and began to fill up. By the way I tried to say I'd be there, waiting for...

He was looking around at other people filling up their tanks and walking in and out of the convenience store, because he was the type to people watch. There was a beagle sitting in the backseat of a brown station wagon, visibly shaking from the force of his vigorously wagging tail. He smiled at the dog absentmindedly as he thought about his own dog, Wufford, that was back home and probably curled up on his bed at that very moment. Dani the girl is singing songs to me beneath the marquee...overload... A baby girl was walking hand in hand with a woman, wobbling shakily on her feet; Will smiled at that, too, because, being an only child, he had always had a certain craving to care for someone younger than him and to be looked up to. When his meter said $17.46, he stopped the pump-he only had 20 bucks on him, but it would be enough for tonight. By the way I tried to say I'd be there, waiting for...

He began to walk through the cars and gas pumps when he saw a flash of honey brown curls go into the store. Elizabeth....was the first thought that came to mind, but he quickly pushed it out of his head as he remembered that the thought of her upset him for some reason. He stood in line to pay his bill and seeing the candy at the other end of the counter made him think of Alisa. His heart smiled. Alisa...we almost kissed last night, he remembered happily. Songbird, mainline, cash back, hard top...

"Hey, kid you're next." The old lady behind the counter looked rough and smelly, her hair was greasy and plenty of her teeth were yellowed.

"Here, add these, too," he said and he grabbed a bag of Sour Patch Kids and handed them to her. When the bill was paid, he walked back into the brightly lit gas pump area to his car. His mind was clear and the song was still playing in his head, running through his brain, but he couldn't help but notice those honey locks again, this time dashing into a shiny red Jeep. Shaking his head, he blew it off and began to drive again. Standing in line to see the show tonight and there's a light on....heavy glow...

Half humming, half singing to himself, Will sped further to his destination. But he quickly began to notice something peculiar. Glancing yet again into his side mirror, he saw that the red Jeep from the gas station was...

"Is that Jeep following me?" he thought aloud, and to test, he took a turn that was a bit off route. Just as he thought, the truck also turned a moment later. "Damn..." he muttered. Skin that flick, she's just a little DJ... What if it's those men?? he thought, becoming more paranoid by the minute. Get there quick, by street but not the freeway...He started to sweat as he drove faster. Turn that trick to make a little leeway...His tires squealed once as he narrowly dodged a semi truck while trying to switch lanes. Beat that nic but not the way that we play...When he looked back up after two more crazy turns, the car was gone. He sighed, slowed down, and rolled his window down to cool himself off. Wow, that was close. He kind of chuckled to himself, trying to convince himself that he was probably overreacting, but he couldn't help being a bit irrational. He was still on edge about the shooting, the ship under the lagoon, his new job position, Elizabeth...

"Stop thinking about her!!" he shouted at himself as he drove his silver car back onto the right track to Jack's. He was about to turn on the radio to better drown his thoughts, but he started listening to someone else's instead. We went for a ride, oh oh. We went for a ride, hey yea. We went for a ride, ladadeeoh. We went for a ride, oh oh...

Hey, I'd know the sound of those speakers even if I was deaf, he thought with a smile. The song was booming so loudly it could be heard even over the rushing vehicles and highway winds; it was bumping out from a sleek black truck which was pulling up to drive on his right. He rolled down his window to honk and wave at none other than Alisa.

We went for a ride, undercover of the twilight and the traffic on the road. It was only you and I, I hope we never get back home...

"ALISA!!" he yelled to her, but he didn't have to because she had seen him already. She rolled down her window and honked at him, laughing with her dark curls blowing from the wind. 'Cause I'm feelin' serenaded by the coming of the night, and I wish we'd go forever. And I wish that we could...She turned her speakers up even louder and playfully stuck out her tongue, so he decided to press the button that retracted the hood of his convertable back. She made an 'oooh, I'm impressed face' before revving her engine and speeding up. Drive away, we could drive away. We could drive away, into the night...

"TWO HUNDRED FIFTY HORSEPOWER V6 ENGINE, BABY!!" he faintly heard her yell as she got ahead of him. He laughed and sped his car up also. We went for a ride with your words of consolation and the trees of crystal white. I'll be praying for a red light to extend this precious night...After his car was at a good speed to keep up with her without crashing into the backs of other cars, he put it on cruise control to show a little trick of his own. He quickly looked around for cops before turning to her and giving a sexy, mischievous, boyish grin. Cause we both know where I'm going and we know it just ain't right...She raised an eyebrow in curiosity and then watched as he carefully began to stand up in the drivers seat, balance himself and do a little jig in the moving car. Her mouth dropped open and then as he plopped back down she started laughing. But there's nothing we can do except to keep on moving...Seeing that Alisa was amused, he laughed too and they kept driving until they reached Jack's place.

When the two daredevils pulled onto Jack's front lawn, Will tossed the bag of candy at Alisa.

"I was thinkin' of you," he said with a smile and she smiled back before linking her arm in his; they began to walk to the front porch together. "By the way, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Well, I was thinking of you, also. I had a feeling you'd be coming here tonight..." She trailed off as they walked up the steps. When they stopped in front of the door, she grabbed his hand before he could pound on it. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked him with a slightly pleading look in her eyes.

"Yes. I'm sure."

"Well then...I'm not gonna let you do it alone." They smiled at each other again, and Will raised his fist to knock.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't these two lovebirds!" Jack purred out upon opening the door. He then looked at his wrist and frowned. "You're late. You're real late, lad."

"Sorry, Jack, but-" Jack cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows expectantly. Will started over. "Sorry, Captain, but I didn't remember you giving a time...and I don't see a watch on your wrist," he said. Jack rolled his eyes and stepped back to let them in.

"Do you have to ruin my fun, William??" he asked in an exasperated tone. Will ignored him and walked over to the rest of the group, who were already seated. Anamaria stood up.

"Alisa, what are you doing here?" she asked her little sister in a teenage tone of voice that clearly said 'go away, I'm with my friends'.

"What's it to you? Since when do you care where I go?" Alisa's voice was dangerously defiant and her eyes seemed to darken to an even deeper brown.

"Alisa. Go home! This isn't some sort of kiddie game, alright?"

"Anamaria. I'm not ten years old anymore! I'm a grown woman and I can do what I want. And what I want is to be here. My friend," she pointed at Will, "could've gotten killed the other day, and I have a feeling that you know why!"

"Ohhhhkay, ladies, let's cool it down a bit, shall we?" Jack said, stepping in between the two women who had quickly closed the eight foot space that was previously between them. They stopped bickering at each other and turned on him with identically lethal glares, simultaneously putting their hands on their hips. Jack's eyes grew wide. "Oh, dear..."

"Jack's right. Enough is enough," Will said and he firmly grabbed Leese and Maria's arms and tugged them over to the staircase. "Look, Alisa, I'm glad that you came here to support me, but you two obviously have some things to talk about." He turned to Anamaria. "So I think it would be best if you'd go upstairs with your sister and talk about them." They didn't move......Finally, Alisa spun around and stormed up the steps, slamming Jack's bedroom door behind her. Maria frowned and made her way to go back to the group, saying,

"You only think it would be best!" He grabbed her arm and turned her back around, giving her a little push up the stairs.

"No, it would definitely be best! Now go on...go on! You'll be fine, go," he said when he sensed the uncertainty she was feeling. A few moments later, she had disappeared into Jack's room also. There was silence. Well, at least they're not killing each other, Will thought and he made his way back to Jack.

"Erm, are they alive, lad?" Jack seemed somewhat concerned. Hmm, that's not really like him. Did I miss something?

"Yeah, they're alive. They'll be fine. So what's on the menu tonight?" Will asked trying not to seem too excited.

"Well, mates, Barbossa is having some festivities tonight. So I thought we'd go and crash them, what do ya think of that, eh?" Jack said, exciting his crew who gave hearty shouts of,

"Aye, Cap'n!!"

"Wait! Barbossa? But he sent his men to kill me!"

"No, lad, he sent them after 'ol Weatherby. And we can't have that now can we? As Pirates it's our duty to protect the citizens of New York, no?" The men laughed heartily at that. "By the way, Turner, where's the rum?" Uh oh.

"Well, see, I was going to pick some up, but then I was..." Should I tell him about being followed?? No. I shouldn't. "Held up by an accident. It was just so...terrible that I forgot all about the rum," he finished.

"Ah, well it's your first night so the punishment won't be so severe." He raised his eyebrows toward Will discreetly, and Pintel got up and gave him a swift kick in the rear that sent him flying. Everyone laughed jovially at the young man now holding his butt in discomfort. Will made his way over to Pintel having the urge to sock him in the stomach, but Jack continued talking so he just muttered a bit under his breath.

"Alright, men, time to go," Jack said. They all made their way to the door together.

"Hold up a minute! Hey, Captain, are we gonna travel in style tonight?" Ragetti asked with a hopeful grin. Jack stood there in front of the group pondering and stroking his chin hair.

"You know, I think that's a good idea. Tonight men, we're takin' me precious Black Pearl."

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