Sorry it took so long to get chapter two out. I was busy adding other stories and new chapters plus writing a novel. Anyway, here you go!

Jack and I ended up going to a pub, where they apparently had just finished watching a match. The entire place was a mess, and everyone was leaving drinks and waste on the tables. It was perfect. We found a nice table right in the corner, and we decided to interrogate each other on just about everything. Jack went first; apparently he wasn't the type to give away information about himself without knowing enough on the person he was speaking with. I could respect that, and I have nothing to hide so I really didn't have a problem with talking to him honestly. I actually kind of liked it more than anyone could've expected.

"So, why are you even traveling here?" He looked kind of suspicious, but I could tell that it wasn't what he really thought of me. It just seemed kind of routine for him like it was a habbit that had gotten boring but just couldn't stop. Maybe it was. What kind of trouble had this guy gotten into in the past (or present or future for that matter)? I had a feeling it was on the lines of getting drunk with executioners, which didn't really seem that bad to me. It was a valid defense strategy. Anyway, I didn't feel like ignoring him, because he seemed to be the exact same kind of person as me.

"Just seeing whatever I can while I can see it." And I really meant it.

His face looked even more curious. "You don't look like him" he said. "I suppose you're his feminine side. You know he was always asking me to buy him a drink." He smiled a perfect white smile, which probably would have started to sparkle had he no shut his mouth.

A small little giggle escaped my lips, and I covered my mouth. That seemed to happen a lot with him around maybe he was funny or maybe it was that with him around I found things funnier. He was like sunshine to me. I was a baron planet until he came along and made it all alive, and I knew that if he left me then I would feel worse than before. Once you reach perfection, things can only get worse but right now I didn't care about the future.

I felt my cheeks turn the color of cherries, and my foot took on a mind of it's own, as it tapped the floor and I stared into his eyes. I started to wonder. Did he like me too?

I woke up in the morning with the sun shining on my face, and Jack laying down next to me. I had a strange feeling, and my mind was mostly blank as I sat up in a meadow where I had been using Jack's chest as my human pillow. He still slept as I paced and tried to remember what had happened last night. I might have just slept too hard to remember what had happened, or the more likely solution was that my brain had been just a tad bit love smashed.

I was still pondering this all quite deeply, when I turned, and found that he was behind me wide-awake.

"Morning sleepy head," he looked at me with bright eyes and hair that looked cuter messed up. Then I remembered it all.

We had talked all night, and apparently consumed so much alcohol that I couldn't legally go within thirty meters of my ship, which was okay even though I had a clear head (it had seemed that way at the time, and I don't think it has the same effect on me as it does on humans such as jack). I didn't really mind; in fact I might even test it a couple times, but not right now. Anytime would be better than right now. Jack and I wandered the nearby forests until we found a meadow filled with soft ground and apple grass, which the wind pushed and shoved like waves in a massive ocean.

Jack and I had spoken through much of the night, which is why he probably called me sleepy head, as I always slept for much longer when I stayed up late. I seem to remember having joked about how he never seemed to sleep or tire of anything, and wondered how I hadn't asked if his head was clear too. It could be possible, but I had a strange little feeling in my gut that that wasn't the reason for his lack of a need for sleep.

Eventually, I had ended up sleepily unconscious, and for one reason or another, I had used him as a pillow.

"Morning never sleepy at all" I replied with a groggy smile that made it obvious that sleep didn't always equal beauty as some people have said.

Despite my grogginess and bad breath, Jack flashed me one of his wonderful white smiles, which just begged for some idiot to add a little sparkle with a sound effect. Even though I will never understand why he is so beautiful, I will always appreciate it and love it with all my heart, because without it his face wouldn't be his. I love his face.

"What are we doing now?" I had to ask the question that was on both of our minds. Both of us knew that we would stick together for at least a while (hopefully longer) but what we were going to do with that time is what matters. And for once I didn't care so much about finding my father. It was jack, and that was it. That was all that my world was right now. I'm not too familiar with feelings, but as I looked into his eyes, I knew that he and I were on the same page. I loved him.

Jack held my face in between his hands so that I couldn't look anywhere but his eyes, and said, "We go looking for trouble."

I smiled and grabbed his hands in from my face so that I could lean in and give him one sweet little kiss.

Okay so that was kinda like a little preview for much much longer chapters to come. PLEASE REVIEW!