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Chapter Twelve
. Brandon's PoV .
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Pizzas are done!" Clay said, opening the microwave.
He brought them over to the table where Julie nadI sat. Will came over and got in the booth right before Clay sat down.
"Sure you don't want any, Ronie?" I asked.
I looked up at the bunk she was in. No reply.
"Hmm... guees not," Clay said.
Halfway through eating, Val slammed on the breaks hard as possible; Ronie even fell out of the bunk and pizza slapped on her face.
Once the camper was a total wreck, we stopped.
"What the hell!" Ronie bellowed.
She started over to the door, nad we followed. Outside, it was still snowing. Val nad Jack got out and ran to the front of the camper.
Oh crap.
"How many more people you gonna run over!" Will asked.
"Hey, that was the cab driver, not us!" Val said.
Suddenly, Clay's eyes got big, and he started jumping up and down pointing at the woman we hit.
"It's Ghetto Mama!" he finallygotout, falling to his knees beside her. "Speak to me, baby!"
"Let her alone!" Jack said. "And her name's not 'Ghetto Mama,' it's Anamaria."
"How many more of these morons are gonna show up?" Julie asked.
"One less if you leave," Ronie said.
Julie about pounced on her, but I pushed them apart.
"Grow up!" I said. "Just get her inside."
We carried Anamariainto the camper, and Vla nad Jack got back in the cab. We started moving again,and the woman woke up.
Ronie was hiding in her bunk again...
Psh...
"Bloody hell..."Ana said, sitting up off the lower bunk.
Then shesaw Clay and sighed.
"I'm not going to ask..." she said.
"You okay, chickie babe?" Clay asked, petting her hand again.
She punched him in the gut.
"Lay down, boy..." Ana sneered.
And he fell of the edge of the bed.
And all the king's horses and all the king's men could never put Clay back together again.
Haha...
"Hey guys..." Ronie said slowly, peering down from her bunk.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Let's play a game..."
Clay hid in the booth when Ronie dropped down among us.
"I don't like your games, Ronie," he said. "They scare me. Count me out."
"Oh, chill out," Ronie said. "It's just a little game called Die In A Bottle."
"I don't want to die in a bottle!" Clay screamed.
"No!" Ronie yelled.
She rolled her eyes and help up a small glass bottle with a game die in it and shook it. Clay gave a sigh of relief, and we sat in a circle on the floor.
"How do you play?" Julie asked.
"Spin the bottle and do what the die tells you to do to that person," she said. "One is saying 'I love you;' two is a hug; three is a kiss on the cheek; four on the lips; five is a french kiss; and six would be making out."
We all stared at her.
"Uh... I'll... pass-"
"No," Ronie said before Julie could stand up. "Perfect setup of three girls and three guys. You aren't going anywhere."
"But I'm engaged! Not fair!"
"So who's first?" she asked, ignoring Julie.
"Uh... show us..." I said.
"Okay, I will."
. Ronie's PoV .
I spun the bottle.
This better work...
Crap.
It stopped on Clay.
Number three.
I leaned across the cirlce and kissed him on the cheek. Then I sat back and said, "There, see? Easy. Goes to the person on your left... Will! Your turn."
He spun hesitantly.
"Ooo... number one on Ana." I said. "How boring."
Will rolled his eyes.
"I love you, Anamaria," he said.
She just stared at him as Clay spun.
The die clanked around til it stopped on Julie.
Three.
He kissed her on the cheek, but she wiped it off.
"Ana, your turn, mama," Clay said, really hopefully.
And whatta you know?
Number four on Clay.
He squealed excitedly and puckered up his lips towards Ana. She looked totally disgusted. Ha! I love this game.
When she went to kiss him, Clay pulled her in closer, but she slapped him, and the bottle moved onto Julie.
It stoppedon Brandon.
Five.
Shit!
They kissed, and my blood boiled.
I tried not to make it obvious, though.
Ooo, I hate her!
Finally they stopped.
Thank - God.
"Okay, my turn," Brandon said as I cringed.
. Brandon's PoV .
I spun the bottle feeling really tense right about now.
You would be, too, sitting between your fiancee and ex-girlfriend.
The bottled slowed and the die stopped.
My mouth hung open slightly.
Ronie. Five.
I looked from Ronie to Julie trying to say something, but no words came out. Then I lloked back at Ronie.
The world is so against me.
"Kiss her already!" clay shouted.
"Okay! Sheesh..."
Did Clay just say that? I thought he liked Ronie?
I shook my head and turned towards Ronie. My heart was skipping beats as we inched closer together and our lips met.
Oh my god. I had missed this so much. I didn't want to move; I... I didn't want this to end.
Shit! No! It has to! I moved on! Julie! I'm engaged! I... I...
I kissed back.
No! Ah!
I pulled away abruptly avoiding Ronie's eyes completely. And Julies's. Now what do I do? Oh geez... everyone was quiet. I was mortified.
Brandon, you idiot.
I stared at the bottle as Ronie's hand spun it lightly.
No! what if it lands on me?
Phew... it didn't. She gets to make out with Will instead.
Ho! One sec!
She's making out with Will when I'm on the other side of her having a moment? About her?
The world is so against me right now.
Still, what a kiss that was...
Grr, STOP IT! Now I only want more! Bad! Real bad!
Will, you lucky bastard.
. Val's PoV .
"We're rascal, scoundrals, villians, and knaves..."
"Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!" Jack responded.
"We're devils and black sheep..."
"Really bad eggs!"
"Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!" we chorused.
I laughed; we turned onto the interstate, and Jack looked at the map again.
"How much longe til we get there?" he asked.
"Well, it's about eleven now... I'd say five or six hours. You hungry?"
"Starvin'" Jack said.
"Mmm'k. Next exit, we'll pick up some fried and a Big Mac," I said. "Minus the onions, of course."
"Sounds interesting."
"It's just a burger," I laughed. "We shouldn't be too faraway from the next exit. Maybe four miles."
- At McDonald's Drive Thru -
"Two Big Macs, no onions; two medium fries, and two root beers," I said.
"And rum!"
"Jack, McDonald's does not have rum! I've told you this!"
He grumbled, crossed his arms, and fell back into the seat as I pulled up to the window. I paid and started handing the food to Jack. He took it after fumbling with the map.
"Ask for... gah! Directions!" he shouted after almost ripping the map.
"Chill out!" I said. "Okay..."
I turned back to the drive-up window guy.
"Hey, can we have..." I stopped when I saw he had a gun pointed at me with a dangerous glare.
Jack and I froze with our eyes on it.
"Err... um... c-could you p-put that down, please?" I asked uneasily.
He clicked the gun once, and I jumped, scooting towards Jack a bit.
"Eh heh... I only wanted directions!" I wailed.
"Move over," the dude said.
"Uh... what?"
"Move over!"
"Ok! Ok!"
He climbed into the cab through the window and pointed the gun at my head. I was squished between him and the steering wheel.
"Get out!" he shouted at Jack. "Out! Now!"
Jack held out his hands and got out of the cab! Ah! Jack! Save me! Oh no! He gone! He... he left me here.
But... w-why?
How could he abandon me like-
"Alright, Pinky," he said, pressing the gun closer to my head.
"I-I'd appreciate Glinda, sir," I said. "It's a Glinda gown."
He pressed it harder as I let a few tears out.
"Take me to New York City," he ordered.
"But I dunno how to get there! I'm only going to Vermont!"
"Take me to New York City!"
I noddedm let a few more teas roll down my cheek, and gassed it.
. Ronie's PoV .
I was up in my bunk wide-eyed.
Oh god, what a kiss...
But he's still a jerk.
Oh well.
He's my jerk.
Or, was my jerk...
Suddenly, the door flew open and Jack came in. I sat up and swung my legs over the bunk.
"I was wandering when you'd come back here," I said. "I see we're at McDonald's. Where's my Chicken Nuggets?"
"Shh!"
"Don't shoosh me!" I said.
"No! Ye don't understand!" Jacvk whispered as we slowly gathered around him. "Someone's up there with a gun to yer friend's head."
The van suddenly sped forward, almost knocking us to the floor.
"Jack, what wrong with you!" I sked. "Why didn't you just blast him in the face with your gun and get it over with!"
"He had a gun to her head," he said.
"Oh, like you've never been in that situation before..." I said sarcastically.
"Knock it off, you two," Brandon said. "Now shut up and figure something out to save Val."
"Plans, genius?" I asked.
He stood there a minute looking around.
"Jack, is there a way we can get to the cab from here?" Brandon asked him.
"There's a hatch in the roof," Clay said.
"A hatch?" Julie asked.
"Yeah," Clay said. "Me, Ana, and Jack'll go through it. Then you, BJ, Will, Ronie open up the door and throw something out."
I moved behind Julie but everyone threw me looks. I sighed.
"You guys are no fun..." I muttered.
"Anyhooo, he'll get out to investigate, and we'll drive off!" clay said. "Now who's with me?"
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