Title: You Again
Summary: Everything is going smoothly for Jack. He becomes a famous rock star from a bullied, high school nerd. But everything starts to fall apart when he found out the one his little sweet sister is going to marry; his high school time arch nemesis.
Pairing: Human!Bunnymund/Jack
Rate: T
Disclaimer: I own nothin'~! But, well, if you insist, I'll gladly accept Jack and Bunny and Pitch to be my property. No? Okay. Still own nothing.
Pointless Rambling: This is the first idea I got for this fandom, yet I finished the first chappie after some time. Really… it's not cool. :/
Inspired by a movie of the same title, I hope this is not plagiarsm (I'm paranoid).
Ohkay, I kinda forgot to put this before *stupid me*. Thank goodness phantomworks pointed it out for me. So, I'm genderbending Jamie here. Yep, he is a girl in this story.
Okay, enjoy, guys~! :D
You may think that high school life is easy, fun, interesting and all. You might've just watched too much High School Musical. You know, that movie where it all ended happily just after some sing-a-song-s?
Well, friends. Let me tell you a thing or two about high school. First, you can't solve your problem with song except if your problem is that you're standing in front of the judges of some singing competition like… say, American Idol. But, other than that is just a big no. Take me for example.
"Hey, Frost! Catch this!"
A sight of a flying football ball was all I could see before I felt a painful impact as the ball collided with my face. "Oof!" I cursed as I not-so-gently fell on my butt.
And their voice was ringing so beautifully in my ears, especially one that belonged to the school's football team's quarterback (also their leader) whose name I'd rather not to mention; "What a loser."
Ouch. Memory's hurt.
And, of course you know about some high school stuffs. About a person that stood out the most as if there was a blinding light coming from his or her body?
In my high school, that person was me. Everybody knew me, and not just had once or twice heard my name. They all knew me.
Mostly so because I was the only person stupid and sloppy enough to actually crash to one of the most popular boys in the entire school. And I spilled my food on him too.
"Can I sit here?"
"Sorry, it's saved."
"How about over here?"
"Sorry, Frost. It's saved."
I wandered around the cafeteria to find a seat, and still found none. And it seems that my wheel of fortune (if there was any) still hadn't reached its lowest state. I bumped into something, and when I adjusted my glasses, I realized it wasn't just something. It was someone.
Well, damned my luck. It wasn't just someone. It was one of the most popular boys in the school whose name was just another name I'd rather not to mention.
"I… I-I, well, sorry… I guess?"
He didn't really make a fuss about it, but his friends (maybe?) and the girls did.
"Way to go, Frost," that voice again. I hate hearing that mocking voice, why did this oh-so-popular quarterback just loved mocking me?
On his cue, they marched me into the school's lobby and they locked me out here. Alone. Cold. In the rain.
Perfect.
Oh, and about the singing and stuffs?
"Come on, Frostbite! Are you going to just stand there all mute?" was that quarterback's voice.
Whose great idea was it to sign me up in this accursed singing audition for the school festival next month?
I opened my mouth and tried to muster all my voice but only a croaked cough came out. Okay, if anything, I at least know that I should never, ever, ever, ever, EVER, pick singing as an option for my future job.
Well, I thought of that then, but it turns out that I ended up being the vocalist of a band I'm sure you've heard the name.
But still, up to the end, high school was still hell.
And again, if I was just going to complain about that, I wouldn't be here giving you all the bright side of my story.
The constant misery made me took a decision to change. I went to college once I graduated even though I didn't really like school (and I heard that college was even worst) and my Mom gave me the permission not to go.
I started wearing contact lenses, I cut my annoyingly long hair (especially the bangs) which was actually had been 'protecting' me from the spiteful gaze my not-so-friendly-friends-which-I-refuse-to-address- as-one gave me in my high school time.
I worked so hard to overcome my low self esteem problem by speech. Not the best way, but it worked just fine.
I did anything I could to overcome my problem. And I did it.
I am not the Jack Frost people used to know. I am now Jack Frost the world longs to meet.
Yes, I am Jack Frost, and I am proud to say that I am the vocalist of your beloved band; 'Frozen Heel'.
He walked down from the podium after reading the entire prologue of his biography. Applause was heard for at least a minute or so. Then three young men surrounded him by the bottom of the stairs. They were a blue eyed blonde, a brown eyed brunette, and another blonde with grayish blue eyes.
"That was sweet, J!" the blue eyed blond exclaimed, hugging him really tight.
"Huh? Well, thanks."
"Aye, it was a right decision for you to accept the offer to make a biography, lad," this one was from the brunette with a faint Scottish accent.
"I kinda wanted to do it since sometimes ago."
"Aw, poor Jackie. Who did those terrible things to you? Come on, tell your big bro."
"Wait a minute. You're his big bro, Shane? If anything, I am."
"Sorry, lads. But I think I am far more suitable to be his… big bro," the young man stuttered a bit, obviously not accustomed to saying the term.
Jack only chuckled as his band mates end up fighting. He would really like to stay a bit longer at the publishing ceremony, but he had to quickly go back to his apartment and pack up his clothes.
He had to be at his home by tomorrow.
His beloved little sister was going to get married.
"Mom, I'm boarding now, I have to turn off the phone soon."
"Oh, I still want to hear your voice."
"You'll see me in person not too long from now. Can I turn off the phone now?"
"No, I still have to remind you so you won't be late."
"Yes, I won't be late. The flight is right on the schedule."
"And, do you bring the chocolate eggs Jamie loves so much?"
"Yes, I do. It's the wedding present, so don't tell her."
"Ah, my little angel is going to get married. Can you imagine that, Jackie? And Ethan is so lucky to get her."
"Yes, he does. Uh… didn't you say that Jamie's going to marry her senior back in her high school?"
"Yes, she is."
"Well, because we were in the same high school, I suppose I would know this 'Ethan'."
"Yup, you do know him, dear. He was in the same year as you."
"No, I do not. I've never heard any 'Ethan'."
"Oh, that's because he went by a nickname. What was it again…? Uh… Rooney?"
"Rooney? There was no Rooney either."
"No. Was it Honey?"
"Still none."
"I think I've sent you their picture, but they were in mask, so I don't think it would help. Uh, was it Manny?"
"If you meant her senior was the school's janitor, then yes. But, I don't think so," he replied as he opened his iPod where he kept the mentioned picture. Then he realized. He did recognize that grayish silver hair. He recognized it too much.
"Hey, Frost! Catch this!"
"What a loser."
"Way to go, Frost."
"Come on, Frostbite! Are you going to just stand there all mute?"
He gasped as realization downed on him. "Bunny," he almost hissed.
"Oh, right. It's Bunny. Such a cute name for a boy, huh? Jackie, dear? Hello?"
"Mom, I'm going to turn off the phone now, bye."
"Wai—"
He huffed. Then he stood up from his seat, completely ignoring the turned on 'please fasten up your belt' sign. Quickly, he stepped out from the aisle and tried to reach the door. A stewardess stopped him midway.
"I'm sorry, sir. You have to stay in your seat and fasten your seatbelt," she said.
"Don't call me 'sir', I'm not that old," he protested. He tried to walk passed the woman in blue suit.
"But, you have to stay seated."
"This is an emergency; I have to get off from this plane so I won't reach my destination so that my sister won't have to get married." By this, the stewardess stared at him with a funny expression. "Anyway, uh… Brenda," he said after glancing at the stewardess' nametag, "this is an emergency. You wouldn't have understood because it's not you who will have your little sweet sister married with your high school arch nemesis; it's me. So, please, I have to cancel my flight. Just let me off from this plane."
He didn't really care that people started to chatter while staring at him and saying "Hey, isn't that Jack Frost?" and so.
He tried to rush through the barricade of flight attendants but was held in place. He struggled a bit before he felt a sharp pain on his neck and fell unconscious.
"Ow…" he groaned as he gained his consciousness. His vision was a blur and he knew that his contact lenses must've been fallen when he fell earlier. And, he also found out that his hands were tied. Oh, great.
"Oh, you're awake."
"Yeah, I am."
He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus his eyes to get a better view to the person beside him. No such luck.
"Looks like I'm responsible for the loss of your lenses. I'll look for them."
"No, no, no. it's okay. It'll be such a pain to search something like that in a plane. I have the spare in my bag," he said.
"Want me to get them?"
"Nah, I'm better off like this. Keeps me from noticing how nearer I've become with the doom of my life."
The man beside him chuckled. And he realized that the man did have a nice voice. It was rich and deep—not that he really understood what that meant—and it was in British accent too. Okay, maybe he regret a little about not being able to see. Only a little, though.
"So, do you want to talk to me about it?"
"About what?"
The man chuckled again. "About the doom and all?"
"Well, the thing is… I just realized that my sister—my poor, little, angelic sister—is going to get married with someone who messed up my whole high school life."
"Messed it up?"
"Oh, no. 'Messed up' doesn't even begin to cover it. He… destroyed it."
"How so?"
"I'm not really proud to say this, but, well, I've been bullied way back in high school and this person my sister is going to be married with was the person behind all those bullying and… I may sound selfish, but I just don't want Jamie married that… that…"
"Monster?"
"Yes, that's the word. Not quite enough, but it'll do."
"Alright, how about this. You go there, see how things turn out, if you still don't like him, you screw the wedding."
Jack slumped at his seat. "I don't think I'd be able to do it."
"It's your choice."
He huffed. Maybe, he should listen to this stranger.
And his nose caught a familiar scent. "Hey, are you eating pretzels?"
"You want some?"
"Yes, please. And… uh, are you going to feed me, or… you know, my hands…"
A piece of the treat was pressed on his lips and he quickly opened his mouth to start chewing.
His flight was over with the stranger helped him to get his bag and led him to the restroom where he put on his spare contact. And he didn't see the man anywhere.
"Jackie!" his mother's voice was really loud. And he missed that the most.
He ran to her and was welcomed by the warmest hug from his mother. Oh, he missed that too. "Hey, Mom, I miss you so much."
"I miss you too, dear. And your father does too. Oh, Lottie and Sophie too. And Jamie, also. And Tooth, Sandy… well, everyone misses you."
Jack laughed when his mother started to list some more people that missed him.
He even almost forgot that Jamie was to be married with the person he hated the most.
The journey home was over too fast. He didn't want to be home yet because that man was going to be there.
"Okay, let's go to your room, dear. I keep it just the way you left it," his mother said while helping him carrying his luggage to his room upstairs.
"Do you mean, you keep it dusty and let the dirty laundry scattered everywhere?" Jack asked with a smile. His mother laughed and softly punched him on the arm. He let a playful 'ow' and ran away before the brunette woman was able to land another punch. It was so much fun until a voice stopped it.
"Terry, you're back," called a voice.
"Oh, Ethan, you look so handsome today too," his mother quickly walked down from the stairway and hugged the gray haired male on the bottom of it. "Ah, I'm sure you remember Jackie. Come here son," she called.
With heavy steps, he walked down the stairs.
Oh, sure he remembers me, Jack thought begrudgingly, he used to bully me all the time.
"Oho, look at ya, mate! Ya look so different now!" the man said with thick Australian accent while proceeding to throw his arms around Jack.
He let the Australian hugged him, but only because his mother was still there.
"Yea, you look different too," he said flatly.
Then another brunette peeked from behind the wall and she squealed; "Jack!"
Finding a ticket to heaven, Jack quickly removed himself from the man's hug and running to his sister. "Jamie! Gods, I've missed you so much," he said in joy while hugging his sister in a bone-crushing hug.
"Jack, you're breaking my bones," she giggled.
Well, at least the he could just stay away from Bunny.
"And that was how we met," Bunny, or Ethan, finished his story with an affectionate nuzzle on Jamie's hair.
Jack only played with the leftover cream from his cake on his plate with the spoon on his hand while his other hand propped his head. He was getting bored with the fact that his parents were so absorbed in Ethan's story. "Mom, I'm still tired from all the flying. Can I go to sleep now?"
"It hasn't even reached nine, Jack."
"But I'm tired."
Terry let her son stepped to his room after she found that she couldn't find a good reason for him to stay awake.
When he was in his room, he nodded, satisfied with how his room looked. It was just like when he left it, save for the fact that there wasn't any dirty laundry scattered everywhere.
He threw himself to the soft, fluffy bed, thanking that his mother didn't leave it covered with dust. The last thing he wanted now was dying of suffocation.
Oh, wrong.
It was Bunny marrying his sweet little Jamie.
End of Chapter 1
Okay, that's all for now.
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Love and pretzels
Shirasaka Konoe