First real chapter, and if you read the Backstory, this is where Jack comes in!

What are you doing here!?

No way. No fucking way is he here, in my best friend's bedroom...For Christ sake he's not even real! Megan repeated over and over, gawping at the incredibly handsome figure standing over Clarissa.

She rubbed her eyes and groaned as she pulled her body off the wall into a sitting position. The wall was quite an uncomfortable place to sleep, and all her muscles ached when she stretched. "I'm dreaming, aren't I," she said and the man turned to look at her. "You're not supposed to be here, you're supposed to be in a ship in the middle of the ocean."

"I don't know what you're talking about dearie," Jack Sparrow spoke, and Megan couldn't believe how real he sounded. His speech was slurred, his effects and everything exactly where they were supposed to be. How did this pirate get into Clarissa's room? Wait, why is he even here??

Jack leaned over the still passed out Clarissa and studied her quickly. "She drink too much, or does she normally do that when she sleeps?" he asked casually, turning back to Megan, who was pinching herself. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"This can't be real..." she insisted, pinching her arm one last time before giving up in frustration. "Why are you here!?"

"I'd like to say the same luv," he replied, poking at the hung over girl and making her stir and groan. He lost interest when he saw she was alright, and swaggered around the bedroom, picking up different things and examining them. He amused himself with the light switch, annoyingly flicking it on and off.

"STOP!" Clarissa yelled, burying her head in the sheets. "Megan, do it again and I swear-"

"It's not me Clarissa."

"Then whoever it is KNOCK IT OFF!" She jolted up in the bed, holding her head and darting her eyes around the room. They hurt like hell, and landed on Jack by the switch. She screamed and just stared.

"How did you get here?" she asked in shock. "AND WILL YOU STOP WITH THE STUPID LIGHT SWITCH??"

"What are you yelling for?" he asked, his finger pausing on the switch. "You two make it seem like I'm some kind of God."

"Well it's not everyday that you see Jack Sparrow playing with a light," Megan commented, staring hungrily at him.

"What are you doing in my bedroom?" Clarissa asked again, and then jerked her head angrily at Megan. "Did you get one of your stupid friends to dress up and then trick the drunk girl into thinking he's real?!"

"No! Why would I do that? You were passed out, and I slept here all night, against this wall, just to make sure you were okay!"

"Then why is he here!? He's not real!"

Jack cleared his throat loudly. "I'm standing here and breathing, isn't that enough to make me alive?"

"I don't know what he's doing here. And neither does he." She stood up and sat next to Clarissa on the bed. There was a moment of dead silence, Megan staring longingly at Jack, Jack still focused on the light switch, and Clarissa rubbing her soar eyes. "You know Clara, this could be a good thing," she whispered almost inaudibly into her ear. "I mean look at him, in your room!"

"Yeah but he's pretty stupid," she replied, standing up and swaying. "I'm going to get some Advil, my head in killing me." She went out of her room and walked into the bathroom.

"What is this?" Jack asked, flicking the lights again. Megan couldn't do anything but laugh hysterically. "What?"

"It's called electricity. It makes light."

Clarissa came back and slapped Jack hard in the hand. "I said knock it off. You're gonna break it," she snapped, going back to her bed and throwing herself in it. Jack gave her a pitiful look.

Megan brushed her red hair out of her green eyes and glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. "Shit, I'm supposed to be at work!" she exclaimed, jumping up.

"I thought you worked at night," Clarissa moaned, burying her face deeper into the blankets.

"Not anymore. The club just hired a new dancer and they told me to come in in the afternoon now. I've been demoted to waitress until the new girl gets on her feet."

"Oh." She massaged her brow. "Did he say anything about me?"

"I don't think so." She slipped on her shoes. "I'll save you the time and tell him you won't be coming in later."

"Thanks Meg. Lock the door on your way out for me too."

She made to leave, but then turned around quickly when she remembered Jack. "And what are you gonna do about him?"

"I have no idea..." Clarissa sighed, and Megan shrugged.

"If you need anything you know where to reach me." She left.

"How long you gonna be here?" Clarissa asked Jack after another awkward period of silence. He shrugged.

"How should I know." He occupied himself with more interesting things in the room, including the alarm clock and fan.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, feeling a cool breeze over her head. She didn't bother to look up, and heard him click off the fan.

"What's that?' he asked, and just like Megan, she laughed. He sounded like such a curious little child.

"It's a fan. It cools the room down." She pulled her comforter over her head. "Can you please go away? I'm not feeling good, and you're not helping."

He didn't leave, but instead she felt his weight next to her on the bed. "Don't touch me," she growled, squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of nausea swept over her.

"I wasn't planning on it," he snapped back.

She realized he wasn't going to leave anytime soon, so gave up in trying. "Listen, your a pirate. How do you get over a bad hangover?"

"Sleep. And a lot of it," he answered, and rose to his feet.

"There's food in the fridge if you're hungry," she told him, feeling a little sorry for him.

"What's that?" he asked pathetically.

"Where the food is and kept cold," she replied, feeling like she was conversing with a baby.

"Oh."

He left the bedroom and she heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. She regretted ever telling him about where the food was, as she heard bottles dropping and packages being ripped open. She curled up under her blankets into a ball and closed her eyes. He's not here. I'm all alone, in my room, sleeping and dreaming.

Talking to herself seemed to be working for a while, and just as she began to fall back asleep, there was a crash in the kitchen, like glass shattering. She heard Jack swear, and Clarissa uncovered herself and sat up.

"What's the point?" she mumbled under her breath, and she got out of bed and walked out to the kitchen. A bottle of something was on the floor, the contents spilled all over the already run-down, messy room. She sighed in annoyance and tiptoed through the kitchen, careful not to step on any glass, and grabbed him by the arm roughly.

"No need to be so rough lass," Jack whined, and she pulled him into the living room and threw him onto the hard couch. "What was that for?"

"Just sit here and don't do anything!" she yelled angrily, plopping down heavily across from him. She put her head back and closed her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"So you have no clue why you're here?" she asked irritably.

"If I knew I would say," he replied, turning to face her. "Are you always this angry? 'Cause that could be a little problem luv-"

"I'm NOT your love!!" she yelled at him. "I have a boyfriend!"

She stopped abruptly, remembering the fight they had. Jack was silent for a moment.

"What's his name?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Will," she replied shortly.

"Where'd you meet William?"

"I don't think that's any of your business," she told him nastily. He looked away and mumbled something, and she suddenly felt sorry. "At my job," she said sympathetically. "While I was working."

"What do you do?" He didn't seem as interested as before. Actually, he sounded obligated to ask, but Clarissa answered anyway.

"I'm a dancer."

He turned back, suddenly interested again. "And what kind of dancing do you do?" he inquired curiously, and she blushed slightly.

"I'm not feeling so well to discuss that," she said, standing and going back to her room.

"I can get used to this..." he muttered, watching her hips sway as she walked.