Woah it's been a while since I've looked at this story. Sorry for the long wait. My computer crapped out. Again lol. We got a new one so it hopefully it's better. I hope you guys like this chap, and I'm sorry for the wait.

An Opportune Moment

Another two hours passed until Clarissa successfully got the brush to run smoothly through Jack's hair. The majority of the teeth were broken, and frequently she had to stop to clean out his dark hair from the brush. But finally, after what seemed like an eternity she managed to get his hair knot-free. And if it weren't for the fact that she showered and brushed him, she would have never recognized Jack as the notorious pirate she once knew.

"Are we done yet?" he whined, as Clara continued stringing the beads back into his head. "I'm tired of standing. I want to sit."

"Deal with it."

"But-"

"Shut up and let me finish," she interrupted. Through the mirror she saw him pouting. "Look Jack I'm almost done. Just a few more beads to go."

He sighed and did his best to stand still while Clarissa strung the last of the beads. She turned him around and admired her work. "Good?"

Jack shrugged. "I guess."

"What's that supposed to mean? Don't you feel good now that you're clean?"

"I don't feel much different then before." He took the bandanna from Clara and tied it on himself. Clarissa snapped her eyes.

"How can someone not feel good after they shower? I just don't get it," she argued, putting the Kohl under both his eyes. "Come on, you don't even feel a little bit better?"

He shrugged his shoulders again. "Not really."

"You know that you can't put your other clothes back on, right," she said, stopping him fom picking them up.

"Why not? I don't want to go around in this towel all day."

"Looks like you're gonna have to, 'cause I don't have anything that would fit you."

"Why can't I just put them on? What's the difference?"

"Ew that's gross, after you're all clean your gonna putting your dirty clothes back on. I'll just ask Meg to wash them for you-"

"Why can't you do that?" he interrupted. "I don't trust her with mi clothes."

Clarissa snorted. "Because I don't have a washing machine. She does. It'll only be for about an hour."

She gathered his clothes in a pile and brought them into the hallway. "Stay here while I get dressed," she told him, going into her bedroom and shutting the door.

Jack listened for about a second, and then went into the kitchen. Before he could even open the fridge there was a knock on the front door. He grumbled and answered it.

"Why must I always be the one to greet you?" he questioned Megan in an almost nasty tone. She giggled and invited herself in.

"Just the way it happened buddy-" Megan stopped speaking when she noticed Jack in only a towel. A huge smile swept over her face. "Where's Clarissa?"

"In the bedroom getting dressed."

Megan's eyes lit up. "Ooh what have you guys been doing?"

Jack gave her a puzzled look. "She just forced me in the shower and refused to let me put mi own clothes on."

"And what did you do in the shower?" she asked happily.

"Isn't that a place for washing?" he asked, but before he could continue Megan ran to the bedroom door and began slamming her fists on it.

"Clara! Open up!" she yelled, jiggling the door handle. "I need to ask you something!"

The door flew open. "This better be important Meg," she warned, buttoning her pants.

"What just happened before I got here?" she inquired. "And why is Jack wearing only a towel?"

At first she was confused. "Megan I don't know what your talking about-"

"Don't lie, Clarissa. Jack just told me you forced him into the shower, and that you're not letting him get dressed."

She couldn't help but laugh. "No, what happened was I made him take a shower, which he did, and I wouldn't let him dress because his clothes are all filthy."

"I don't believe you," Meg answered, her face glowing. "I think there's more to the story then that. Jack, am I right?

He paused for a minute. "That's about right... Oh and she brushed mi hair, which was quite painful might I add."

Megan glanced at the two. "I think you're both lying."

Clarissa rolled her eyes. "Megan, I need you to do me a favor-"

"Oh! You changed the subject! That means you're lying!"

"Stop being an ass and listen," she snapped. "I need you to take Jack's clothes to your house to wash them."

"Why can't you just wash them here?"

"Meg, you know I don't have a washer."

"So? You have a sink."

Clarissa looked at her crazy friend. "What the hell are you on?"

"Nothing." She smiled. "I don't see why I should wash his clothes for you if you lie to me about what you two were doing."

"I'm not lying!" she insisted, raising her voice. "I told you, all he did was take a shower!"

"You don't need to get testy." She went over to the pile of clothes and gathered them in her arms. "Just tell the truth."

"For the last time Megan I am!"

Megan smiled at how frustrated Clara was becoming. "Okay. Fine. I'll be back." She took the clothes out to her car and Clarissa heard her drive away. She exchanged looks with Jack.

"She's odd," Jack said finally, adjusting the towel around his waist. "I don't see how you two get along."

He sat on the couch.

"She has her moments." She looked down at Jack sitting on the couch and sat beside him. An awkward silence followed.

"So what's your ship really like?" she asked, turning to face him.

"It's nice. Better then this," he answered, smirking. Clarissa returned the smile.

"Tell me about it." She leaned in a little closer to his face.

"Well it was the fastest ship in the Caribbean..." He continued on and on about the Black Pearl, going into detail about the sails and cabins. Clarissa could honestly care less, but she nodded her head after his sentences to make it look like she was paying attention.

"Really? That's interesting," she said as he stopped to breath. He noticed that Clara was quite close to his face by now. Seeing this as an opportune moment, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips.