Chapter Sixteen

A Doctor And A Captain

"Hi, Will," she said, going up the stairs. She took off a pair of black pointy-toed heels and sighed. "How are you?"

"I'm good," he replied from the living room, looking away from a story about a tornado. "How are you?"

"Pretty good for the most part." She sat down on the couch. "My feet hurt, but I guess that's what I get for wearing heels all day." She leaned forward and looked at Will sitting on the chair by the window. "How was your day alone?"

"Just fine," he replied. "I watched that show...what was it...Dr. Phil?"

"Oh, really?" she asked, standing up and walking to the kitchen. "What did you think?"

"Interesting. It was about an unfaithful spouse." He paused. "I wish they had one of those back in the past..." Will thought.

"One of what? Psychologists? There are very few who can solve your problems. I've never been to one, I've been fine."

"No, I mean...with Elizabeth and I. Maybe we could have worked things out. Dr. Phil seemed to be able to fix their problems."

"Will, you don't need to pay someone one hundred dollars an hour to tell you that you and your other aren't getting along. The only reason I watch it is because I find the human mind fascinating. I want to know why people do what they do. I'd never go to one."

He nodded and stood near the counter. "What about your job? How was your...picture? Is that the correct word?"

She smiled. "Yes, that's the right word. My picture went fine." She ducked into the freezer and pulled out two hamburgers.

"So you got to see it?" he asked.

"Yeah. Jacques, the photographer, gave me a copy. He's such a sweetie, he always does." She plugged in a fat-reducing grill.

"May I see it?" Will asked.

She smiled again. "Sure. Hang on, it's in my purse. Let me get it."

She went into the living room, and a few minutes later she reappeared with a photograph of herself, standing with her legs crossed, her right hand on her hip, smiling. Her eyes seemed to be sparkling like the two emeralds that they were. Her smile was even more beautiful on a photograph...This absolutely captivated him. Will couldn't look away.

"This is amazing," he breathed. "Miss Sims...you're beautiful."

She smiled, her cheeks growing pinker by the second. Her eyes diverted to the floor "That's very nice of you, Will."

"No, really," he said. "You are."

Her eyes looked up again. There they were! Those eyes...he couldn't seem to get enough!

"Thank you," she said, walking to the counter to open up a box of hamburgers.

He walked over to her and set the photo on a clean space of counter. She was wearing her grapefruit perfume. He could smell it from here. Will felt like he was getting a high just from being around her. He had never felt this way about a girl before. Why was she making him feel so different?

If this wasn't the opportune moment to kiss Miss Sims, he didn't know when it would be. She was there, perhaps three inches apart from him...and this beautiful (there was no other word to describe her) woman was with him...

"I stopped at the DMV today," Miss Sims said. "I thought maybe that while we're home, you could learn how to get your drivers license. I brought a work packet home for you and a book. And I can help you with behind the wheel once you get your permit..."

"That's fine," Will said, even though he wasn't sure what he was agreeing to.

Melissa had expected a million things to happen when she was gone for work. She expected all of her parent's beer to be gone. She expected the cash that was in her sock drawer to be gone. She expected for the TV to be broken. But when she actually went in the house, she found nothing to be wrong.

"Jack?" she called, taking off her shoes. "I'm home."

"Oh!" Jack stood against the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed. "How are ya, love?"

"I'm fine," she said, going up the stairs. "You?"

"I'm fabulous," he said.

"I'm not going to torture you with my cooking anymore, I promise. How about we have a pizza delivered?"

"Sounds fine," Jack said, staying where he was.

"Cool," she smiled. "I know the best place, too."

"Just as long as..." He muttered something incoherent.

"What?" she asked, turning around. "I couldn't hear you."

"Nothin'." He waved his hand in dismissal.

She rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to the kitchen. "You're going to need to move, Jack."

"Persuade me."

She kissed him on the lips. "I'm not going to have to do that every time I need to walk past you, am I?"

He stayed where he was.

"Jack...you'll have to move. I need to get past."

"I happen to like this wall." He patted it. "Yep...Good sturdy wall. Flat, too."

"Don't make me persuade you some more," she teased. "I'm not in the mood."

"Ye're never in the mood, love."

She felt her cheeks turning red. To distract herself, she kissed him again, then stepped into the kitchen while kissing him. When she was actually in the kitchen, she saw a broken box of Cap'n Crunch on the floor, orange squares scattered across the floor. Melissa looked from the broken box to Jack, then said, "Jack? What did you do?"

"I got a little angry," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "I don't know why they had to draw a man that looks like an old Norrington on a box and label 'im Cap'n Crunch. Why couldn't they 'ave drawn me and labeled it Cap'n Jack? You know what? I hate cereal! I bloody hate it!"

Melissa tried to hide a smile. "You got mad because you think this guy looks like Commodore Norrington?"

"It's prob'ly not even 'is real name!" he said, his hands going every which way. "He's not even a pirate captain!

"Um...Jack." She picked up the box and looked at the cartoon drawing. It sort of did look like an old Norrington... "This is a drawing, alright?" she said calmly. "You shouldn't get mad at a drawing. It seems a little pointless." She noticed that the box was mostly damaged at the face.

"You're not going to act like this for Kate tomorrow, are you?" she asked. "Going and tearing up her Cap'n Crunch boxes? If you did...we might have to have a talk."

"If I see one thing that reminds me of him–"

"You will not break it into a million pieces. You will control yourself. Alright?"

It took him a while, but he reluctantly nodded. "Fine, love."

Kate's Blog Entry

I wonder what Will thinks of me...does he like me? Wow, I sound like I'm in seventh grade again. Ha! But really, I'm curious...did he think of me at all? And he won't call me by my first name...yeah, that shows respect, but is that all? Does he think of me as just a friend? I have to find out!! But, going off the subject, tomorrow will not be pretty...It's the Jack and Will confrontation! Good thing I brought home the drivers ed. material to distract Will!

XOXO,

Kate

Melissa's Blog Entry

I come home to find...a broken box of Cap'n Crunch. You know what they used to crazy people? They pinned them down in straight jackets and splashed them with water. I wonder what would happen if I did that with Jack...he'd probably wonder what I was doing and ask it in a not nice way...He's crazy...A good crazy, though, if there was such a thing.

Love,
Melissa Rose

Don't want to miss next chapter! It's the Jack/Will confrontation!