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Sex. It wasn't something that Jack knew very much about. Sure, he'd seen some of the more...graphic 'love' scenes in a movie that he saw through someone's window on one of his lazy days, or accidentally caught a glimpse of a couple doing the dirty in an area he never would have thought to he would see. Or at least trying to do the dirty. All he remembers from that occasion was both parties kissing sloppily and clawing at each others clothes, which caused him to flush with embarrassment and avoid certain parts of the woods at night in the summertime. He just didn't get the point.

It was probably because he's been on his own for most of his existence. He'd never been close to anyone like that before. Hell, he was invisible to everyone for around 300 years. Any kind of physical contact seemed so foreign to him, even a bit awkward and uncomfortable at times, the anxiety sometimes inhibiting him momentarily.

The Guardians seemed to respect his feelings for the most time, but there were those weird moments when Tooth invaded his personal space or when North gives him bear hugs. The man was bigger and stronger than a bear, without a doubt. Many a time has Jack been partially crushed because he was on the receiving end of the larger man's fatherly affection. Sandy, on the other hand, was awesome when it came to respecting personal space. He was always so mindful of Jack's comfort level and never crossed the line. And that was something that Jack appreciated very much.

And then there's Bunny. For some reason Bunny is a different case. Jack practically jumps at the chance to challenge the Bringer of Spring. He could recall the way his blood pumped through his veins when Bunny and himself got in each others faces, challenging each other to back down. He remembers the warmth of Bunny's breath on his face, which smelled not so surprisingly like carrots. The memory even made Jack's face flush with warmth, a sensation that was also foreign to him to a degree.

Jack had a while to mull over his new life and those who dwell in it, they had defeated pitch years ago. He came to realize that he was...different. Fairly different than others his age (well, 18 not 318 mind you). He'd seen how they behave and how they would act around each other and the opposite sex. Some details he wish he could forget, much like that awkward moment in the woods. It made him a little queezy just thinking about it. Whenever he tried to picture a girl kissing him, he didn't feel anything. Nothing. Zip. Nada. He knew he wasn't affected like the others were. And for the longest time, he couldn't figure out why.

But as Jaime grew older, he began to realize that times have really changed. He remembered the day when Jaime told Jack that his friend had a crush on some guy from their school. That really threw Jack for a loop. When he asked Jaime what he meant, the brunette only confirmed that his friend was gay. Gay? Jack never realized that two people of the same sex could be together. He remembered that conversation well...

"So, he's a guy...that likes a guy? Like, like likes a guy?" Jack inquired the Jaime, who was criss crossed on his bed. Jack's face was bunched up with confusion as he lounged in the windowsill, his staff held in his hands.

"Yeah, dude. It's totally normal these days," Jaime brushed some of his hair out of his face, "Although there are some narrow-minded people out there, there's also lots more acceptance for that kind of stuff." The teen just shrugged it off and went back to his pre-calc homework. Jack only stared out the window, the sun already beginning to set. He watched as the frost danced across the glass where his fingers made contact. He doodled snowflakes and a little bunny off to the side.

"How did he know?" Jack asked. Jaime looked up from his homework and set down his calculator, studying his long time friend. It took a moment to figure out what he had been asking.

"Um, I don't really know..." Jaime admitted. He saw Jack deflate a little bit before continuing, "I guess it's kinda like knowing who you love in a way." Jack tilted his head and raised an eyebrow before asking,

"Well then, how do you know that?" Jaime sighed, a small smile on his face. It was times like these when he could easily forget that Jack was roughly 300 years older than him.

"How I would imagine it is..." The brunette paused, trying to piece his explanation together, "When that special person is near, your heart feels like it's gonna beat right out of your chest. Or when you think about them, you feel like you're floating away on a cloud. You just want to be close to them and feel like you can spend the rest of your life in each others arms, completely happy. When you close your eyes you see their face and you forget how to breathe."Jack stared wide eyed at the friend's speech. Jaime, realizing how strange all that sounded, blushed scarlet and rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, you know that Sophie makes me watch a movie every Sunday with her, right?" Que head nod from Jack, "Yeah, she always gets to pick, and lately I've been visiting chick flick Purgatory..."

Jack laughed, clutching his stomach and almost losing grip on his staff. The though of Sophie forcing Jaime to watch girly movies flashed through his mind, the horrified look on the boy's face was amusing to imagine for Jack. Jaime huffed, not caring too much for being laughed at and crossed his arms. Jack, noticing the teen's pout, ceased his laughter and opted for a barely contained chuckle.

"Oh, come on Jaime. I can't help it." Jaime proceeded to turn away from the winter spirit in a dramatic fashion. Jack had the fleeting suspicion that the boy's sister most likely made him watch dramas too. He continued, "C'mon, don't be like that." No response. Jack sighed. "You know, you probably are right about all that stuff anyway. You never know, those movies could actually come in handy someday. Like if you ever think you fell in love or something."

Jack noticed Jaime tense up a little bit and he could barely see the blush that covered the brunette's face through the cascade of hair. But he still could see it. A light bulb figuratively appeared over his head as the pieces clicked together in his mind. Jack smirked and leaned forward a little bit, leaning on his staff. "Jaime...?" Said boy turned to face Jack, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He's known Jack for years now and he knew thattone. Jack knew that Jaime knew what was coming too and his smirk only grew. "It's Cupcake, isn't it?"

"JACK!" Jaime said as he flew off the bed in a rage, the heavy math textbook and the many papers of homework fell to the floor. The teen lunged for Jack, who unlatched the lock and fell out the window, managing to escape the attempted assault. The Wind caught him and he made a speedy getaway. All around the block the string of swears from an embarrassed teen could be heard by all, while the taunting laughter of Jack Frost could be heard by anyone who's belief was strong enough.

Jack snickered at the sound of a window slamming shut and he maneuvered his way towards his lake. The Wind carried him with ease, caressing his face and ruffling his hair much like a mother would their child. Breathing in the fresh air caused Jack to relax. He eyed the many snow covered tree tops and couple of squirrels chasing each other below him. Cruising on the Wind, he thought back to what Jaime told him before.

'When that special person is near, your heart feels like it's gonna beat right out of your chest.'

Jack tried to think of a time when he felt like his heart wanted to "beat right out of his chest". He recalled the panic he felt when his sister almost fell through the ice, ultimately causing his own demise. He remembered how hard his heart was beating during that close call, and his heart most certainly felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest when he crashed into the frozen lake...but that probably wasn't what Jaime meant.

He fast forwarded to the time when 7 year old Jaime saw him for the first time or when he hugged him goodbye after the battle with Pitch. His heart skipped a beat both times then accelerated at an alarming rate, if only because he was in shock. He didn't even have to think about it, he did truly love Jaime, but it was the love of a little brother, not for that 'special someone'.

He re-winded to when the Guardians wanted him to join their group. How anxious he was when they wanted to start seeing him more often. The hugs from Tooth and the affectionate pats on the Back from North made his heart beat twice as fast, but that was because he felt like he could be a part of their make shift family someday. He could see himself becoming closer to all of the Guardians, but it would take a while. It wasn't easy adjusting from being invisible for 300 years to becoming one of the Guardians, who were known worldwide. Nevertheless, he did love to spend his time with the group. The nice chats with Tooth, flying around the world with Sandy, helping North with some Christmas preparations (well, he was mostly forced to help because he often distracted the elves and yetis from their work), he enjoyed all of it. He especially loved it when he fought with Bunny, teasing him and distracting him from his duties every so often. Even it he wouldn't admit it out loud, itwas fun to be around Bunny.

Bunny...

"Woah!" The Wind violently lifted Jack higher. He realized that he had almost crashed into a passing tree in his distracted state. A little boost of adrenaline coursed through his body at the close call. He swooped down to the ground, silently thanking the Wind for jostling him out of his reverie before he got himself hurt. With a shaky breath, he made his way deeper into the woods. This time by foot.

There were a few birds chirping within the leafless trees and he noticed a small fox trotting along a ways away. Generally there wasn't much life around, not in the winter. The freezing temperatures weren't very hospitable to the usual furry creatures of the woods. Even with the beautiful snow and ice all around him, Jack has a brief feeling of loneliness shoot through him but quickly dismisses it. It was because of the lack of life that made winter the loneliest season he concluded. Following this idea, he reckoned that Spring would be the least loneliness, especially with Bunny around to brighten things up with his inspirational views of Hope and new life.

Jack shakes his head to rid himself of any thoughts of the Easter Bunny. He wouldn't admit it, but he'd been thinking a little bit more of Bunny lately. More so than he deemed normal (which wasn't really saying much). To any other person, this would be worrisome. But worrying was not in Jack Frost's vocabulary. Nope. He was all about snowballs and fun times. He didn't have the time or the desire to worry about things as abstract as thoughts. It was just against his nature to be so chill (excuse the pun) and laid back, not to take things so seriously.

The winter spirit makes his way towards his lake and smiles. Even if this was the place he died, it still held some precious memories. Many of which his sister made an appearance in. He sat himself down in the middle of the lake and gazed up at the sky. The sun was just about finished setting and he could see the bright shining of the stars. Burgess wasn't the biggest of towns, so the light pollution was minimal and the stars lit up the entire sky. The Wind that lazily breezed through his hair as he leaned back. He found the cold ice beneath him comforting. The few chirping birds were still in the back round sang their cheery tunes. In this rare piece of serenity, Jack closes his eyes and the ringing of Jaime's voice from earlier echos in his head.

'When you close your eyes you see their face and you forget how to breathe'

A sudden flash of a certain furry Guardian's face shot through his head and Jack sat up with a gasp, eyes wide. That didn't just happen. There is no way. Jack slowly closes his eyes once more only to have a different image of the same Bunny pop into his mind, and his eyes snap open again. He placed both hands over his mouth in attempt to muffle the distressed utterance that escaped his mouth. One thought came to his mind.

Oh, shit.

Well, there it is... I'm trying to figure out some of the basics of this site but, whatever. I'm not a profssional writer either, so if you just go all out and flame me it won't really do much (except make me laugh).

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