Chapter Nineteen

Blunt

Don't own "You're Beautiful" or James Blunt.

Oh, and for those who wanted to see Jack's POV, I did it!

Melissa had picked up Jack at exactly 5:05 that afternoon. Now there was nothing between them except fifteen minutes of driving and many things that Jack had wanted to say to her.

"How did it go?" Melissa asked. "With Kate, I mean. Was she nice?"

"Eh..." He thought back to Kate yelling at him this afternoon. Bugger, that girl was fiery... "Aye! Sweetest li'l lass e'er!"

"So you did get along!" Melissa smiled. "That's great! I was worried you two were going to butt heads. What about you and Will?"

Pinned me to the 'frig'rator...threatened me...said 'ow much 'e 'ated me...the usual. Nothin' I'm not used to.

"Like two peas in a pod, love," Jack grinned.

She sighed in relief. "I'm so glad that you two were able to get along! So he doesn't hold a grudge against you?"

"Nope, guess not."

Jack knew he was nothing but a liar. He could, at times, be honest when people thought that he was lying, then he got to say the best words ever: "I was right." Those were the best words besides rum and–

"I'm proud of you, Jack," Melissa said. "It looks like you're growing up. I can let you go to a girl's house without having to worry about if you're going to start flirting with her, and you don't have enemies..."

How did she know?! God, was she Tia reincarnated? Technically, that wasn't flirting that happened with Kate. That was Jack saying that he liked his girls fiesty, which Melissa wasn't. But that didn't mean that he wasn't taking an interest in Melissa, other than a physical attraction. He liked how she was so innocent, something that he never got to see in a girl. And Kate, funny little girl that she was, thought that he was stringing her friend along.

No, he really did fancy Melissa. First there was the physical attraction, but the more they talked, he came to realize that she was cute and innocent: she didn't dare to swear and probably not even raise her voice (except for that one time when they first met, that was understandable), she couldn't cook for her life, and whenever she looked into his eyes, she always had that little smile on her face.

Saint.

Melissa pulled up to a stoplight. He noticed that she had that smile on her face again, that one that was a little shy, but one that showed she was happy. He wondered if that was her smile that she used around lads. It was working.

Jack kissed her passionately and rested his hand on her jean-covered knee. Slowly, his hand crept higher up her thigh until he thought that she was actually considering having a wild night in a car with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Right when he was pretty sure she had decided to take up said night, Melissa pulled away. He saw that she was blushing. She put her hand on her neck and looked out the window. "I'm sorry. It's been three days, Jack." She started driving forward. "What am I doing? I'm supposed to be paying attention. And you!" She pointed a finger at him. "You keep distracting me. First with the fire, and now you try to sex me while I'm supposed to be driving!"

Jack laughed at Melissa's bluntness. This was probably the first time she had actually spoken her mind, a rarity for anyone. "Technically, we would have pulled o'er. I would not have ravished you while you were drivin'."

"Well, at least you would have had the courtesy to do that," she muttered, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Kate had flipped on a music channel on the television. An upbeat song was playing, something that Will probably wasn't used to. If he wasn't, he hid it pretty well.

"I'm really sorry about today, Will," she said. "I–"

"Don't worry about it, Miss Sims," Will dismissed. "It wasn't you that kissed him."

After lunch was served, Kate had suggested that Will work on his drivers ed handbook, which he was more than eager to do as a distraction. Kate helped him understand the basics, which Will thanked her for.

Kate had figured out that she really liked Will. It was hard not to like him. He was sensitive, sweet, and really easy to get along with, unlike a certain Jack Sparrow that she knew.

Will said that his back was feeling better. She hadn't reapplied anything else yet, since it had only been seven hours.

A slower song came on the music channel. Kate recognized the slow and sweet guitar opening. The words "You're Beautiful" and "James Blunt" popped up onto the screen.

Will looked at the screen for a few seconds, then smiled and stood up, offering his hand. "Miss Sims, may I have this dance with you?"

She smiled back and accepted. "I would be delighted, Mr. Turner."

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied.

They started slow-dancing. Kate's heart started racing. She found it hard to keep her motions smooth since she felt like she was so happy and excited that she was going to just kiss him right there.

"I didn't know you could dance," she whispered.

"I suppose we have a lot to learn about each other, then," Will said, spinning her. She ended up back in his arms.

Will was actually a really good dancer. How could he have had time to learn, especially a type as romantic as slow-dancing? She guessed that Elizabeth had probably taught him for their wedding, before Beckett had arrested them both.

"I see the name of this song is 'You're Beautiful,'" he said.

"Yeah," she said.

"A very fitting name, don't you agree?" he said. "I'm sharing a dance with the most beautiful girl in the world, after all. I would expect nothing less."

She smiled and felt a high coming over her. She hadn't felt this feeling a while, but she remembered what it was. It was love. How could you forget what that felt like?

He slow danced with her until she song ended. His eyes never left her's the entire time. Kate knew they were going to kiss. Will started having that look again.

Before Kate could savor the anticipation of waiting for that kiss, she felt his lips on her's. It could have been two seconds or two years that they were kissing; Kate wouldn't know the difference. All that mattered is that Will was kissing her!

"You're beautiful, Kate," he whispered.

She smiled. "That's the first time you've called me Kate."

"Would you prefer that I call you Miss Sims?" he joked.

Her lips got closer to his. "I don't care what you call me," she purred. "Just kiss me."

And so he did kiss her again. He kissed her again, and again, and again.

Alright, Melissa was supposed to fancy Jack. Jack was certainly fancying Melissa. But yet Jack found himself sleeping alone, on that hard sofa that was not ideal, nor did it have Melissa in it.

That wench...why couldn't she just let him sleep with her? He would promise to behave himself and not do anything, but with what happened today in the car, she probably could trust him sharing a bed with him.

Melissa was never going to do anything un-pure outside of marriage, that much was obvious. If he stayed with her for two years, he'd still be sleeping on the couch.

Jack had his needs! And Melissa was obviously never going to fulfill them. Kate had a better chance of bedding Will than Melissa with Jack.

Kate...she certainly was ravishing. Easy on the eyes, too. But what were the chances that she'd be like Lizzy and kiss and/or tease Jack while with The Whelp? But after today's lesson in What To Say If You Want An Angry Lecture From Kate, she certainly didn't seem to excited to dive into the sheets with Jack.

Well...Jack could change that very quickly. It sounded like some persuasion was in order, was all.

What was Jack doing? Melissa was mad for him! Head over heels for him! And he was having thoughts about her best friend?

His private thoughts remained his private, which meant no one had to know about him, thus they were called private thoughts.

Melissa is just fine, Jack made himself repeat. You are not interested in Kate. You are interested in Melissa, even though she's a saint. Kate will offer you only temporary happiness.

But Jack was just fine with temporary happiness. Live for today, right?

Kate's Blog Entry

He kissed me!! Will kissed me!! I can't stop smiling! It's a good day...why does it have to end?

XOXO,

Kate

Melissa's Blog Entry

Well...Jack and I kissed in the car today. We did a little more than kissing, though. Not that I'm bragging. I'm not proud of it. I don't know...I really like Jack, it's just...does he like me back? Gosh, why am I sounding like I'm in fifth grade again? I'm so much more mature than that!

Love,

Melissa Rose

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