Chapter Fifty-Seven

Tomorrow

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After a dinner of pizza (which wasn't too badly burned this time, although it was burnt), Melissa had put in a movie called "Red Eye."

"Is it 'bout a 'angover?" Jack asked. "I've seen my crew with red eyes after 'angovers, not pretty, either."

"No," she said, sitting down next to him, a remote in her hand. "It's about a guy and girl who meet at an airport–"

"What's an airport?" Jack asked.

"It's where planes land and take off."

"What's a plane?"

"It's sort of like a car in the air. A really big car the can hold more than two hundred people sometimes. But anyways, Lisa, the girl, meets Jackson, the guy, at the airport, and they instantly click – I mean, bond. Then they find out they have to sit together on the flight from Texas to Miami. Well, after Jackson gets all cozy and friendly with Lisa, he says that he's holding her dad hostage, and the only way that she can free him is to cooperate. See, Jackson wants to kill the head of Homeland Security. So, either Lisa makes some calls or her dad dies."

Silence.

"It sounds a little farfetched, even to me," Jack said.

"Yeah, it is. That's the beauty of movies, though. They can be as farfetched as they want, and most of them are still good."

"As wonderful and superfluous of an explanation as that was, love, you didn't explain why th' title o' this 'ere movie is called 'Red Eye.'"

"Oh, that's an easy one. It's an overnight flight. When that happens, you usually have red eyes."

"Oh."

Silence.

"Do you have any more questions?" Melissa asked.

"I'll let ya know, darlin'."

The movie began. Jack felt Melissa cuddled against him. He put an arm around her. He loved how Melissa fit against his body. He loved her blonde hair that was the color of the finest gold, her eyes the color of the sea on a clear, sunny day. Her skin was baby soft and smelled like oranges. Jack realized that he felt different around Melissa than what he felt around Kate. Kate was competition and temporary satisfaction. Melissa was the kind of girl that would make him go slow, the kind that he could...

No. Jack could not love a girl. That was impossible. He was Captain Jack Sparrow!

The movie dragged on. It wasn't that interesting. It was confusing, actually. He didn't understand what was going on.

The movie ended, and the screen turned blue. Melissa had been quiet for nearly the whole movie. He looked and saw that she was asleep, her eyelashes grazing her slightly tan skin. A strand of hair had made it's way onto her face. Jack brushed it out of the way.

She looked beautiful while she slept. Except tonight would not be a very comfortable night of sleep, seeing as Melissa had no intention of moving anytime soon. That left Jack to sit up, have his arm around her, and hope for the best.

Kate and Will had eaten at a restaurant, then went back to the Hampton Inn. They arrived back at about 7:30 and decided to take the elevator up to their room. Will noticed that there were a few people in the lobby, sitting on the chairs and talking.

The elevator doors opened, and they got in. It was shiny, but the red carpet was a little worn. The doors closed behind them.

"I'm tired," Kate murmured, her hands grazing the railing against the wall.

"I am, as well," Will said.

The elevator jolted. Kate gripped onto the railing and gasped. He looked at Kate, who looked startled. The elevator wasn't moving anymore.

"Great," Kate said. "We're stuck in an elevator."

"Stuck?" Will said. "How?"

"I don't know. There must be something wrong with it. Something's probably wrong with the cables."

Silence.

"What do we do when we get stuck in an elevator?" Will asked.

Kate sighed and sat down on the floor. "We wait until it works again, I guess."

"And how long will we have to wait?"

"I don't know. Could be a few minutes, it could be a few hours."

This isn't how I was planning on starting our weekend, he thought.

Both exchanged silences for a minute. Will tried to bring up something to talk about to pass the time, but didn't know what. Could they just sit in silence the whole time? That would be lots of fun, now wouldn't it?

"Will, I need to talk to you," she said.

"Wh-What is it?" he stuttered. She couldn't be planning to break up, could she? He had bought an engagement ring! Besides, who breaks up in an elevator? Unless that was where people broke up, but even to him, an elevator seemed a bit unconventional.

"I was planning on doing this on somewhere a little more beautiful," Kate said, playing with the hem of her green tank top. She didn't meet his eyes. "Um...Do you remember the first day that you met my dad? How he gave me that laptop?"

"Yes," Will said nervously.

"And my dad was saying something about the end of the summer?"

Will vaguely remembered. He sat down next to her. "Yes."

"I'm moving," she said, breaking the silence between them. "To New York. For my job."

Kate was moving? And wasn't New York far away? That was where her parents went for their holiday in June!

But he wouldn't see Kate ever again! He wasn't going to move in an apartment with her, that just was not done! He didn't want to loose Kate, but he was not going to destroy her honor and move in with her.

She remembered what her father had said while on the way to buy an engagement ring for her:

"If you're planning to marry my daughter, I advise that you do so soon, William."

Was he trying to hint that she was moving away? Why was everything so confusing? He couldn't bear to never see his Kate again!

"I just thought that I would tell you so that you can start looking for an apartment, since we don't plan on living together," she said quietly. "A-And maybe we could try to make a long distance relationship work. You can learn how to e-mail."

Will still couldn't grasp that Kate was going to leave him by the end of the summer. If he proposed, would that change things? Would she stay with him here in Minnesota? Or, if they got married in time, would he be living in New York with her?

"Will?" she asked. "Are you okay?"

He realized that he hadn't said anything. Poor Kate was worrying how he was going to take it, and here he was, thinking all of these things and not telling her any of them!

"When are you leaving?" he asked.

"September 22. I'm going in early August for a weekend to look for an apartment." She paused. "I'm scared. I'm just eighteen and I'm heading out to New York, one of the largest cities in the world. And I'm going to be there all by myself."

"If you're so nervous, then why are you choosing to go?"

"Because I have to. I want to get more work, and there's not much in Minnesota. Modeling in New York is big." She hugged her knees to her chest. "No one moves out at eighteen, Will. If they do, it's at a dorm for college. Me, I'm going across the country to where I know no one!"

Kate looked about ready to cry in frustration. Will didn't know whether to hug her or just talk to her. He felt guilty that he couldn't go with her, but he had his own work here.

"Kate, you're strong. I have faith that you can do this." He held her chin in his hand. She looked at him with tear-rimmed eyes. "We can make this work between us. I promise."

"Long distance relationships don't work, though, Will. So many have failed."

"Then let's succeed. We can make it work. I'll write to you every chance I get..."

"And I'll come home for the holidays."

"Yes, see? We can make this work."

Kate nodded, although he wasn't sure if she was convinced. Will wasn't about to kiss Kate goodbye and have her leave without him. Will felt the box in his pocket.

No, he thought. Tomorrow is 7/7/07, a lucky day!

Will drew his hand away from the box and held her, stroking her hair. "You even promised," he murmured, "that nothing would ever come between us."

"That's 1,200 miles, though."

"Even that can't come between us."

He kissed her forehead, and kept his arms wrapped around her.

Who knew that a simple elevator ride could lead to this?

Melissa woke up to find that she was sleeping on something hard. It felt like something was right by her shoulder blade.

She opened her eyes to find that she was asleep in her living room, next to Jack. Jack had his eyes closed, and the TV was black. She had slept through the entire movie!

Groggily, she rubbed her eyes and looked to see that she was sleeping on Jack's hand which was now probably crushed with the pressure of her back being against it for so long.

"Sorry," she whispered, putting his hand between them.

Jack was in a deep sleep. She saw that the time was 1:30. When did he finally go to sleep?

Today was 7/7/07. Could today be the day that Jack would deflower her? Much to her surprise, she felt no obligation to do that with him. She actually wanted to, which surprised her. Who would have thought that good girl Melissa would be falling for Jack Sparrow, much less about to give her virginity away to him?

She got up and went to the computer and quickly typed a blog entry, then went to sleep next to Jack again.

Melissa's Blog Entry

Wow. 7/7/07. It's finally here. I'm not nervous yet. Well, there wouldn't be much of a reason to. I mean, I love him. Only he hasn't said it yet. I know he does love me, though. I hope he does, at least.

Am I only doing this to get him to say it? I mean, after everything's all said and done, what if he doesn't love me? No, he wouldn't do that. But Jack himself said that he's never loved a girl. What makes me think that I'd be the exception? Do I really want to do this? He's thirteen years older than me, but age is just a number, right? Otherwise Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher would never have gotten married. And their marriage is doing just fine! So why should the relationship with Jack and me be that different? Our's is a relationship, not a marriage!

I know better than to think about this when I'm tired. But I'm still convinced that I want to. I should go back to bed.

Love,

Melissa Rose

Kate's Blog Entry

There. I told him. I told him when we were stuck in an elevator! He doesn't seem angry, just...sad, I guess. Understandable. If Will were to move to New York, and it was against my way of upbringing to move in with him, I'd be sad, too. But maybe he's right. Maybe we can make it work.

Oh, and we were stuck for half an hour in that elevator before it started to work again.

XOXO,

Kate