Chapter Eleven

Saints Do Not Move

By the way, I forgot to add, I don't own Fort Snelling! I live near it, actually! LOL It's a really awesome place and they really do have a blacksmith there...And all of you reading this are probably thinking that this was pointless and why I put this here...I also don't own Romeo and Juliet. I only play Juliet in English class.

As Melissa got out of bed the next morning, she made sure that she was quiet while she went up the stairs to make sure that she didn't wake up Jack, who was sleeping on the couch. She thought about calling Kate to see how she was doing, but knowing her, she was probably asleep still.

She opened the cupboard for some cereal. Melissa was pretty hungry. After she and Jack started talking last night about...well, things that she normally didn't talk about with a man, she forgot to eat the burnt (yes, she admited it, it was horrible) pizza that she had made for the two of them. She would never have pictured herself even giving herself a second glance to a man who didn't respect women and drank. She went for the sweet boys with the letter jackets. Why did Jack make her feel different, like she was capable of taking a risk for once?

Was he even telling her to take a risk? Or was it all in her head? She just knew she couldn't be falling for Jack. It'd be too dangerous to. She'd just end up getting her heart broken.

But why was something telling her to let her hair down and break her good-girl mold that she had comfortably fit in all her life? She actually liked being a good girl...there were no risks. She never had to worry about getting in trouble or saying the wrong thing or any of that. Why would she want to leave it for a man she had known for only a day?

Melissa sighed as she put some cereal in a bowl. Why couldn't she make up her mind? Either she wanted to be with Jack or she didn't, there was no in between!

She sighed angrily and turned around to get some milk, but she saw Jack leaning against the counter. He had gotten here so quietly she wondered how she hadn't heard him.

"Did I wake you?" she asked, trying to mask her surprise.

"Were you thinkin' about me?" he asked in return.

"My question first," she said.

"I asked second."

"That makes no sense!"

"A good girl wantin' to be with Jack doesn't make much sense, either, love."

"I-I never said that."

"Hmm...stutterin'...wonder what that means," he mused, his brown eyes flickering with mischief.

Melissa could feel her face flushing. She looked to the ground. She asked herself why she found the wood floor so fascinating. Was it to hide the truth that, indeed, he was right, and that she was starting to fall for him, and every time he looked at her she felt weak in the knees?

"I d-don't know what you're talking about," she said, getting the milk out of the refrigerator.

"You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart, maybe one day you'll believe it."

Her cheeks were now as red as if they were sunburnt. If it was one thing that Melissa was bad at, it was hiding the truth, especially if it was about a boy. But Jack wasn't a boy...he was a man, nearly twenty years older than her! Now, really, Melissa was always one to look at the cute, older guy, but never would she actually date one!

Since Melissa knew it would come out all wrong if she said it, she decided to keep her mouth shut. It would probably sound something like "Yeah, so what? I'm just going to be your next virgin whore! In a few days you'll forget about me!"

"I love when girls are in denial with their feelings for me," Jack said, leaning on the counter. "It's like seein' Will tryin' to prove that he's tough. The more you try to prove somethin', the less people are goin' to start believin' it."

He was obviously too smart for her. What point was there denying it anymore? Why couldn't she just blurt it out and just give into him? She was a chicken, that's why.

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayer's sake," Melissa said, reciting Romeo and Juliet.

Jack grinned. "You'll hardly be a saint by the time I'm through with you."

She sighed. "It means that I don't make the first move."

"Fine."

They sat in silence for what seemed like ages. His dark brown, mysterious eyes were locked with her innocent, blue ones.

Fine? she thought. You're Captain Jack Sparrow! What is "fine" supposed to mean? You don't say "fine" when it's with a women! You don't just let her go!

She wondered if he going to make her make the first move. He sure wasn't doing anything to start it. Technically, she had made the first move by saying that she wasn't going to, thus letting him know she was interested in him.

He was too smart.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt his lips on her's, his tongue exploring her mouth. She felt his moustache tickle her. She couldn't help but feel lucky that Jack was interested in her, too! Of course she knew his motive, she wasn't stupid. But she wasn't about to become another one of his pirate whores.

He pulled away after what Melissa would now call that kiss The Best Ten Seconds Of Her Life. She noticed that his eyes were still locked on her's. "There. Ye didn't have to make the first move, did ye, saint?"

Melissa's Blog Entry

Oh. My. Gosh. Wow. I really can't find anything else to say except wow. I don't know what I'm doing, but I love it! Jack makes me feel different...Like I can be a little braver and speak a little louder...I still can't believe that we kissed!!