Author's Note: Sorry about the long update break, I've been writting this story and haven't had time to type it up. So now I'm typing it up for you peeps. So I'm terribly, terribly sorry 'bout that mates.

Disclaimer: I take no credit for being engenious in making up the names of my characters only for my bright way of throwing twists into their lives in my stories. I own all of the characters that are unrecognizble and the actions of these characters.

Chapter 3: Dirty Little Secrets

Will stepped into the restaurant examining his surroundings.

Well, I'm most certainly dressed appropriately. Was the first thing he thought as the waitress led him to his table. I wonder if Elizabeth will mind this. The restaurant was quite casual... but she knew that! They had eaten dinner here together when she could get out of it at her house and run away.

As far as he knew her father had never found out, but of course Elizabeth didn't tell him everything. Even when she claimed that she did.

Will gratefully accepted a menu from the waitress and began to look over it, checking the door evey once in a while.

Several teenagers that were sitting in a booth near him seemed intimmidated by his NYPD uniform and whispered instead of talking loudly, and ate quicker than they had been.

Will smiled at them and this seemed to frighten them more.

He took off his heavy winter jacket, as he felt the warm heat from the heater, and draped it over the back of his chair. He settled down in his seat and looked over the menu again. He still didn't even know if Elizabeth was going to come.

As he turned this thought over in his mind the door to the restaurant opened, followed by the sound of a bell, and off the streets of Manhattan stepped Elizabeth Swann. She was dressed in tight, dark blue jeans and a black longsleeved shirt. On top of the shirt was a long black sweater and on her feet she wore, some what high, black leather boots. Her long, brownish-blonde hair was pulled back into a low, messy bun that rested on the back of her neck.

As she approached his table led by the waitress that had seated him, he noticed that her make up was very simple and natural and her short nails were painted black for an elegant look.

How unsupermodelish she looked. Was the only thing that he could think.

"Hello, Will." She greeted him, sitting down in the chair opposite him.

He grinned. "You look lovely," was all he could get out.

She laughed, tucking a fly-away hair behind her ear.

"James said I looked like shit."

Will stared not knowing how to respond. "Did - did you have him drive you here?" He finally forced out.

She pulled her sweater tighter around her. "No." She rolled her eyes. "I had to beg him to let me come."

For some reason this bothered Will, Elizabeth had never let anyone tell her what she could or couldn't do.

"I hope you're hungry." Will broke his own thoughts.

"Starved." She answered, "literally; the last time I ate was last night and all I had was that strawberry."

Will thought for a moment and realized that the strawberry had ended up on his coat, then on the ground. He didn't say anything to Elizabeth though.

Elizabeth ordered a side of soup (the smallest) and a small sandwich (the smallest possible).

Will had a 6" sub-sandwich and a small salad. He felt a little greedy until he realized that he hadn't eaten much breakfast.

"You know that it doesn't matter how much this costs." Will said once the waitress had left with their order.

"Oh, I always eat this much." She answered, "It's part of the diet James has me on; no breakfast and unless I'm about to faint, barely any lunch, and salad, no sweets, and occasional fruit.

Will raised his eyebrows. "What do you drink?"

"Water."

"Any milk?"

"Once a week."

"Coffee?"

"I'm not allowed, but I sneak it sometimes."

"But you love coffee."

"Times have changed, Will. I have to look like a model which means better than anyone in Hollywood."

"Do you have a trainer?" Will ventured.

"Five days a week yoga private lessons." She answered.

They talked more about her career and Will realized that he was liking James less and less. Their conversation slowly moved towards Will and his career as they ate, but he tried to steer it back to her and James, never really getting a straight answer which was not only annoying, but odd for Elizabeth.

"So would you like to get a coffee?" Will asked as they exited the restaurant.

"Oh, I wish," Elizabeth answered as Will slid on his jacket.

Elizabeth shivered, pulling her sweater tighter around her, to protect herself from the feirce New York wind.

"But I don't have any money." Elizabeth added, tucking several strands of hair behind her ear. "James won't let me have it."

"I'll buy you one, you're freezing." Will obseverd her shaking body. "Do you want my jacket?"

"No, I'm fine." She chattered.

Will reluctantly put his arm around her shoulders, not knowing how she would take it, but she took it for what it was: an act to keep her warm.

"So, James won't let you eat, go anywhere without his permission, and he won't let you have your money... He's a regualr Adolf Hitler." Will commented as they walked down the street.

Elizabeth shrugged. "I guess." She laughed nervously.

The truth was that Will had no idea what James was really like. And Elizabeth worried that he'd find out eventually.

Will sensed tenderness on this subject, so he changed it. "So when will you be leaving?"

"Friday." Elizabeth answered.

Will felt his heart sink; it was already Wednesday.

"Are you going back to LA?"

She nodded. "James has set up a photo shoot and he wants to spend Christmas with me."

Will put his hands in his pockets. "So... are you and he... together?"

Elizabeth laughed nervously again, not wanting Will to know the truth of James' thoughts and actions towards her. "In his eyes we are, but I see it as he's my manager and I'm his client that he can screw around with."

As they entered the coffee shop Will swallowed his tounge not really wanting to know more.

Author's Note: I think it's going well thus far, I have to stop it here though because I can't force my fingers to type anymore, school is wearing me down and things aren't going the best in my family right now. So, more on that later, hope you enjoyed and please review. Also, I'm going to change the title of my story, so be aware!