It was a cold cloudy day and one Jack Spicer was lounging on his bed in only his cute black boxers with little smiley faces on them. He quietly huffed/sighed to himself as he looked out the large nearly floor to ceiling windows to the right of his bed. "Why does it half to be this way "he asked himself quietly as snow began to fall softly outside his window. He shivered and curled up under his soft warm blankets and snuggled into his literal mound of pillows. None was home as his parents had work on the other side of the world and had decided to take his baby sister with them. He had sent the maids home so he could finally rest, though he could not even do that very well thanks to his insomnia. It was odd lately he had no will to really go after the shen-gong-wu. He had simply lost the will as there was really no point considering he would just get beat up…by the one he loves. 'No Jack! Stop thinking like that! You can't think like that we need to stay positive!' he yelled at himself in his mind. He sighed once more and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He looked absolutely adorable swamped in blankets and pillows, cuddling his odd little plushy that he got from his aunt Lulu for his 5th birthday. She had called it Mogle. It was his favorite toy he had ever owned and he carried it around the house with him even now. Other than lacking his usual get up there were also some other changes. He had no makeup on and contrary to popular belief the mark on his cheek was not makeup and was just the only part of a weird set of birthmarks and it was in fact the only part of these birth marks (that even he admitted were strange) that he cared to share with the world. Other than the mark that looked like a sharks tooth to him, there was a pair of royal purple vertical lines that ran from his eyes to his chin and the right one was only interrupted by his previously mentioned birthmark. He could manage to cover up the lines with makeup but no matter how much he used he could not seem to cover up the tooth shaped mark on his right cheek. He had also striped his hair of the red dye he always wore so that it was its natural silvery white color. His family had always loved his hair color but he did not feel at ease with the world knowing who he really was, he munched preferred to keep his mask of being an "Evil Boy Genius" but in reality he wasn't really as evil as he liked to clam, thou he wasn't good either. Most viewed good and evil as black and white, but He was more of a gray in-between color. As he was lost in his thoughts and did not notice the large dark shadow silently open the door to his room and quietly slip in, creeping up to the bed as he was laying on his stomach facing the other way. A high pitched squeal escaped Jack as he felt the bed dip behind him and someone breath out a warm puff of breath on the back of his neck. "Well howdy there. I just happened to be looking for one Jack Spicer and couldn't help but notice you sitting here all by your pretty lil' lonesome." Breathed a deep voice with a soothing southern baritone. The other male was so close that Jack could feel the others breath on his ear as strong muscular arms wrapped snugly around his petit frame and hugged it to the much larger one behind him. Jack couldn't seem to suppress the shiver that ran through his small frame and the surprised squeak at who exactly as holding him. A deep chuckle rang through the others chest. "w-what the hell are d-doing loser?! G-get out of my house!"
AU: How's it going my lovely's! I'm back and I'm going to try to update regularly but I'm having some personal problems right now. Please read, review and enjoy! I hope for feedback but please Please PLEASE! No flames! Please just send helpful feedback! My heart can't take it from people I admire and respect too! And please if I spelled something wrong please tell me.
