Hellooo readers! So I've had this story sitting in my goggle docs for a long while now, constantly rereading and updating it and I thought it was time I just post it cause it's probably not going to get any better. I wrote this back when I was in my POTC fandom phase. Not really sure if it's any good, but oh well. So have fun...or not. Who am I to tell you what to do.
"Holy crap!" I gasped as I slammed the front door behind me and leaned against it to catch my breath.
"Is it a little wet?" My best friend/housemate Abigail asked, walking out of the living room with an amused smile on her face.
"Just a little," I replied back sarcastically, moving a wet piece of red hair out of my face.
"Well hurry up and go change," Abby told me. "You're leaving a puddle of water on the floor."
"Yes, mother," I muttered with a roll of my eyes, but smiling all the same. Abby and I had known each other since childhood. Her parents adopted me after my parents died when I was 5. We were inseparable, doing everything together. After her mother died when we were teenagers, we were forced to get jobs as her father began drinking and got fired from his job. He died not long after of a broken heart, leaving Abby and I alone. Thankfully, we were both of age and had saved enough money to rent a flat together. I wandered down the hall to my room, changing from my drenched work clothes to a large t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. I ran a towel through my long, red hair, then braided it. "So, what movie are we watching tonight?" I asked as I came back downstairs.
"I was thinking Pirates of the Caribbean," Abby suggested, walking out of the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn and two sodas in her arms.
I grinned. "Excellent choice!"
"Why thank you," Abby said smugly. She popped in the Curse of the Black Pearl and we sat down on the couch with the bowl of popcorn between us. "You know, that has got to be one of the most awesome entrances in cinematic history," she commented as we watched Jack Sparrow, excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow enter Port Royal on his sinking boat and step onto the dock.
"Well, Jack does have a thing for being dramatic," I agreed with a chuckle.
"Ah, but that's what I love about him," Abby sighed with a fangirlish smile. "He's only predictable in so much as he's unpredictable."
I chuckled at her somewhat confusing statement. "Careful, Abby. I think your lover boy is starting to rub off on you."
"At least my lover boy is good looking," Abby scoffed. "I just don't see why you're so fascinated by Barbossa. He may dress nice, but other than that…"
"It's not really so much his looks, it's more his complicated personality," I told her. "I like how he's a villain at first, but his character has evolved by the third movie. His fancy outfit is just a bonus, especially that hat of his. Besides, in all honesty, he's not that bad looking, just a bit rough around the edges."
Abby rolled her eyes and popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth. "Whatever you say."
"Hey, I bet he would fiercely protect someone if he truly cared about someone," I protested. "At least he does in the fanfiction I read."
"That aside, however, we can at least agree that Will is gorgeous."
"Yes, he is," I agreed heartily, tossing a piece of popcorn in my mouth. "Elizabeth is lucky to have him." We continued watching the movie, doing our best to ignore the raging storm outside. It had gotten worse since I had gotten home, turning from simple rain to a full blown thunderstorm. Abby had taken the throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it tightly around herself.
"I really hate thunderstorms," Abby mumbled, drawing her blanket closer around her as another clap of thunder sounded.
I glanced nervously at the window. "I don't mind them, but only if they're during the day." Another clap of thunder sounded, and the tv screen went black. "Oh, come on!" I complained. We had just gotten to the battle scene in the cave between Jack and Barbossa, which happened to be one of my favorite parts despite Jack shooting Barbossa in the end. Letting out a frustrated huff, I got to my feet and approached the tv.
"Um, Evie, I don't really think you should do that," Abby warned me.
"Relax," I told her as I tapped on the top of the screen, as if that would help. I poked my head around the screen, trying to get a good look and the wires. "I really hope the storm didn't fry the connection. I really don't fancy having to buy another tv." I sighed and pulled my head out from behind the TV as another clap of thunder sounded. Abby came over to join me, still wrapped tightly in her blanket. I pressed the on/off button, but unfortunately that didn't work. I let out a frustrated growl and went to smack the top of the tv just as another strike of lightning flashed, immediately followed by a clap of thunder. A shock went up my arm and jumped to Abby and our world went black.