Pirate Blood
Chapter 30
The Will, The Confessions, and a Punk Rock Princess
"Are you sure you don't want me to come?" Hermione asked. Jesse was going to the reading of his father's will.
"Yeah, I'm positive." Jesse said as he pulled a black t-shirt over himself. "It'll be boring. I inherit everything. I don't see why it has to be official. And Kaylee is coming."
"Jesse, Blaise said that you were thinking about going back to California." Hermione said.
"Yeah, I am." he said blankly. He put a black button down with pinstripes over his t-shirt and left it unbuttoned. "I have to go. I'll see you later." He left the house. Kaylee, as Chris, was standing at the gate. "It's weird that I used to live there." she said.
"Tell me about it." he said, "You ready to go?"
"Yeah." She said as she got in the black mustang. They had to take a car as there would be muggles at the reading. The muggles would be a few associates who hoped that their former boss at Sparrow's left them something.
When they got there, they were surprised to see paparazzi and reporters there. "What the hell?" Chris said as they parked.
"Jesse, how did you feel about your father?" one said.
"Is she your girlfriend?" came form another.
"Do you know where Kaylee is?"
"Why did you go to California?"
Eventually, the questions seemed to drown in a sea of noise. Once they got into the building, it went as expected. They, or technically Jesse, inherited everything. Once they got into the car, escaping reporters once again, they went to the cemetery. They saw their father's grave. Isabel's was next to it, along with Jason's.
"It seems like I am in a different life." Jesse said, "Everything in California was so surreal. I thought everything here had just stopped and was waiting for me to get back."
"I know. It seems like I'm looking at someone else's life." Chris said. They left a rose on each grave, and went back.
They entered the house. It seemed like everything had been waiting for Kaylee to come back. "I'm going to get something from the kitchen. You want anything?" Jesse asked.
"No, thanks." Chris replied. He left for the kitchen. Chris was still standing in the doorway. She looked around. The marble staircase was still shining. The crystal chandelier still glistened in the light. There were fresh flowers in the crystal vases that lined each hallway. She went down the hallway to the left of the staircase, passing the parlor, dance studio, office, lounge, and library. The last room was the music room. She entered to find the piano the same way she left it. There was even some sheet music that she had been playing before she left. There were three guitars propped up against the wall. She sat down at the piano. She sang,
"I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
And I wait for the good Lord, to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
I wear all your old clothes, the old polo sweater
I dream of another you the one who would never, never
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me, that's what I needed
So why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
Of a broken heart
I love you, I love you
I love you, I,
I love you,
Daughter to father
Daughter to father
I don't know you
But I still want to
Daughter to father
Daughter to father
Tell me the truth
Did you ever love me
Did you ever love me
These are... the confessions of a broken heart
Ohhhh... yea
And I waited for the postman to bring me a letter." A tear fell down Chris's face.
Jesse went up to his room with a soda. Hermione was in his room. She had gotten out of her pajamas. She stood in his room in jeans and a purple off the shoulder top.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why what?"
"Why are you going to California?"
"I don't have a reason to stay, Hermione. I decided, I'm not chasing you anymore. You want to go be with other guys, great. I don't want to stick around to see it."
"You can't stay? What about Draco, Blaise, Pansy? What about the Pirates? Your band?" she said.
"They can live without me. They can visit me, too." he said.
"What about school?"
"I've never done well in school, Hermione. You know that." he said.
"I want you to stay. I want to be friends with you."
"Hermione, that's just it. I can't be just friends with you. I never have been. You're a fool if you honestly belive we could be just friends."
"Please stay?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, do you know how much it kills me to know that you don't want to be with me? Do you know what it's like to see the person you love be so distant? Those guys don't even know anything about you."
"How would you know Jesse?" Hermione said.
"Do they know that you play with your hair when your nervous? Do they know you hate the color orange? Do they know that the scar on your left ankle is from when you fell off your bike when you were nine? Or that you can't stand when people bite their nails, but you still bite yours when you are about to do something you probably shouldn't? Or that you never put on six inch high heels, not because you would be to tall, but because you don't understand why you should be put through hell to look good? Do the other guys you date know that? How about this, do any of them know that you aren't a virgin? Cause Ron certainly didn't. Yeah, I overheard that little conversation."
"You'll stop drinking for me, but you won't stay for me?"
"Yeah, that's about right." he said. Hermione stormed out of his bedroom. Hermione slammed the door behind her. Jesse picked up his acoustic guitar and played a song he hadn't played in years. He sang,
"Maybe when the room is empty
Maybe when the bottle's full
Maybe when the door gets broke down, love can break in
Maybe when I'm done with thinking
Maybe you can think me whole
Maybe when I'm done with endings, this can begin
This can begin, this can begin
The song was written when they were thirteen. Jesse had played it for Hermione when he had first asked her to go out with him.
If you could be my punk rock princess
I would be your garage band king
You could tell me why you just don't fit in
And how you're gonna be something
Hermione would always write to Jesse when she started Hogwarts. In the beginning it was always about how she didn't fit in with all the other kids.
Maybe when your hair gets darker
Maybe when your eyes get wide
Maybe when the walls are smaller, there will be more space
Maybe when I'm not so tired
Maybe you can step inside
Maybe when I look for things that I can't replace
I can't replace, I can't replace
If you could be my punk rock princess
I would be your garage band king
You could tell me why you just don't fit in
And how you're gonna be something
If I could be your first real heartache
I would do it over again
If you could be my punk rock princess
I would be your heroin
I never thought you'd last
I never dreamed you would
You watch your life go past
You wonder if you should
If you should be my punk rock princess
So i would be your garage band king
You could tell me how you just don't fit in
And how your gonna be something
If I could be your first real heartache
I would do it over again
If you could be my punk rock princess
I could be like heroin
Whoa-oh you know, you only burn my bridges
Whoa-oh you know, you just can't let it sink in
Whoa-oh you know, you only burn my bridges
Whoa-oh you know, you just can't let it sink in
You could be my heroin." Hermione came bursting back into the room. "Hermione, what are you doing here?" Jesse asked, as she quickly walked toward him.
"Shut up." she said. She passionately kissed him."I love you, Jesse Sparrow."
(A/N: There is chapter 30! I don't know if I'm going to update net friday, I might not update till sunday. But I'm not sure. Does anyone have any good ideas for this story, cause I've got a little writer's block. Help me out. REVIEW! Thanks to Molly for reviewing. And for being the only one who ever reviews anymore. Also, what do you guys think of the songs? Do you like when I have them? Do you think they're annoying? TELL ME IN A REVIEW PLEASE! i'm tired. I'll cya l8r. Nikki)