I don't really care for how this chapter came out, personally I think there's a bit too much dialouge. I dunno, whatcha think?

I'm here to remind you

Clarissa opened her eyes to a grinning Jack, quite close. She blinked away the sleep and realized she was holding him, and gave a nervous laugh. For some odd reason though, she found she couldn't let go.

"Is there any particular reason that your holding me?" he inquired with a smirk, and she lowered her eyes and slowly took her arms off him, inching closer to the edge of the bed.

"You didn't have to let go, I was curious is all," he said, watching her sit up. Clarissa rubbed the back of her neck and blurted out the only thing that could come to her mind.

"You know for a pirate, you don't smell so bad." She felt small, and Jack laughed.

"And what is it that I smell like, dearie?" he asked, moving closer to her.

"Rum," she replied quickly, standing abruptly and heading out of the room.

He sighed and threw his legs over the side of the bed, letting his feet dangle above his boots. The sound of running water echoed down the hallway, and he stepped into his boots and followed the noise. He walked to the bathroom door, where the source of the sound seemed to be coming from, and without knocking he opened it and went in.

Clarissa screamed and grabbed a towel, throwing it around her and trying to cover herself as best as possible.

"Do you mind!?" she yelled, glaring angrily at him. He just stood there and stared at the shower, amazed that water was coming from the wall without flooding the whole room.

"What's that?" he asked, walking closer to the tub and putting his hand under the warm water. He jumped back when it splashed on his dirty white shirt.

Clarissa stormed over to him and grabbed his wrist in a forceful grip. "It's called a shower, dumbass. Something you need," she commented, noticing his disgusting shirt. An idea suddenly sprung into her head, and a smirk broke out across her face.

"No way! There's no way I'm going near that thing!" Jack protested, trying to squirm out of Clarissa's grip. She held him tight in one hand, and with the other she tried to pull his shirt over his head. He wriggled like crazy, and after a difficult struggle she managed to take it off. Her breath caught in her throat at the site of his shirtless chest, and all she could do is stare. Slowly her eyes traveled from the tattoo to the bullet wounds, then to the Sparrow on his forearm and to the P brand. She admired each one, and Jack stopped struggling when he saw her staring.

"What other tattoos do you have?" she asked breathlessly, looking down at his pants and suddenly wanting them off. Jack felt her grip loosen ever so slowly, and he picked up his shirt and backed out of the room. Clarissa stood there, awestruck, for some time, thinking about him and wondering about the many markings on his skin.

When she snapped back into reality, she shut the bathroom door and removed the towel around her and stepped into the tub.

Jack slipped his shirt back over his head as he walked into Clarissa's kitchen. The only familiar food he found was a banana, so he picked it up and began to peel it. He jumped when he heard someone banging at the door.

Cautiously he walked over to it and yanked it open. Megan came running in , her red hair flying behind her.

"Clarissa! Get up!" she yelled through the house, and gasped in surprise when she saw Jack behind the door eating a banana. "Oh hey, how you doing today?"

"Fine. Clarissa's in the bathroom if you're looking for her," he said.

"Oh. She almost finished?"

"I don't know. She just went into 'a shower'." He pronounced 'shower' as if he were a young child learning a new word, and Megan burst out in hysterics.

"So I see she taught you something," she declared, trying to control herself. "I suggest you take one if you want her to like you."

He shook his head fearfully, and Megan only laughed harder.

"You're funny Jack,' she said, going over to the couch and sitting. "Come over and sit with me."

Jack went over and joined her on the couch. He finished his fruit, and unsure of where to put the peel, he dropped it under the couch.

"Did Clara tell you where she was planning on taking you today?'

"No. She didn't say anything about taking me anywhere," he replied, feeling happy all of a sudden at the fact that he was being taken somewhere. "And where was she planning on taking me?"

"She's taking you shopping!" she exclaimed cheerfully, and he cocked an eyebrow. "You know, when you buy things."

"I know what shopping is," he snapped.

"Ooh calm yourself Mr. Grumpy," Megan teased.

"But what point would it be serving to bring me shopping? I really don't think I was sent here to buy a bunch of things."

"No, but she wants to get to know you better," she told him. Jack looked surprised.

"And why's that?" he inquired, and she shrugged.

"Dunno. I think she likes you." She got up and raided Clarissa's refrigerator. Jack followed her.

"She told me she had a boyfriend."

Meg nearly chocked on the juice she was drinking from the container. "She told you that!?"

"Aye. And that his name is William."

She shook her head in pity for her friend. "Jack, she's a stripper at a club, there's no way she's staying committed to Will."

"Oh? She's a stripper?' he said, surprised again. Then again it made sense; she was beautiful.

"Yup, and a good one too."

"And what about you?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Well I was one, and me and her used to work the same shifts. But then the owner of the club hired a bunch of new girls, and the shifts got all changed, so now I'm a waitress."

"Oh." He heard the water stop, and then saw Clara poking her head out of the bathroom door.

"Megan is that you?" she called, her wet blonde hair making puddles on the floor.

"I'm here," she answered. Jack smiled when she looked at him to make sure he was still in the house.

"I'll be right out, lemme just get dressed." She disappeared behind the door again.

"So you really think she likes me?'" Jack asked Megan. She looked at him.

"Uh duh of course. You see the way she looks at you?"

"That would explain why she was hugging me this morning...'

"She was what? Hugging you?" she exclaimed, paying full attention to him now. "What do you mean??"

"Well when I woke up she was sleeping close to me and she had her arms around me."

""Oh my- Clarissa! Come here!" she yelled, and the door flew open again.

"What is it Megan, I'm getting dressed!" she growled.

"Jack just told me about this morning, and how you were hugging him," she reported happily, and Clarissa's cheeks turned pink.

"I don't know what you're talking about Meg." Clarissa came out of the bathroom with a towel in hand. "He must've been talking about some crazy dream he had last night."

Her words apparently meant nothing to Megan, as she was still beaming. "Ooo I think someone's lying," she stated obnoxiously, and Clara rolled her eyes.

"Why did you even come over?" she asked, flipping her head upside down and drying her hair with the towel.

"I can't just drop by and see how my good friend is doing? I'm offended," she folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

"What's the real reason?" she demanded, looking at Megan without picking her head up.

"Fine, I'm here to remind you that you have to go shopping." She smiled wildly, her green eyes sparkling with contentment. "And you remember what I said to you yesterday, don't you?"

Clarissa flipped her hair back and sighed, dreading the shopping trip already. "Yeah I know," he answered grumpily. "Jack wait here while I go into my room and get money."

//Abrupt ending yes I know. Evil aren't I//