AN: This is based off the movie 'Jab We Met', which has one of the cutest plot lines ever!

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PS. First chapter's kind of short, but I'll write more if people are actually reading it.

Jack hated weddings, though this was the first one that he had actually been formally invited to attend. He disliked everything from the uncomfortable attire that was required (personally, he would be quite content to spend his own special day in his pajamas) to the stiffness of the people around him as they made polite conversations that had as much emotional depth as a frozen pinecone on a frosty winter's day.

He loosened the collar on his stiff white shirt, sullenly staring at his drink and avoiding any wandering eyes.

Wasn't he supposed to be happy that his two best friends were getting married? Even he couldn't deny it - they were perfect for each other. Tessa was beautiful, with her violet eyes and her luscious chestnut hair. She was loved by everyone around her, and was one of the most successful dentists in the state. It was Jack who had nicknamed her 'Tooth', and it had caught on in a shorter time than he used to think it up.

Edward Aster Bunnymund (dubbed 'Bunny' affectionately by his friends) was the toast of the town, beloved by all. He was a coordinator for different events and parties, and although most of the latter had a mostly adult target market, he was most well known for a mishap that had happened at his niece's Easter Egg Hunt. The day had gone as expected, until the hired Easter Bunny called in sick at the last minute. Being the confident (buff, tanned, Australian) man that he was, Bunnymund had taken off his shirt (which Jack still wasn't sure was completely appropriate) and hopped into pink overalls, dropping eggs behind the bushes and into flowerbeds as he ordered cupcakes from the Bluetooth device clipped to his ear. Though the day was saved, Bunny's bronzed and toned upper body had left all of the children's mothers with new, unrealistic expectations for their husbands, who had strenuous amounts of work cut out for them at the gym.

Jack's thoughts were interrupted by the ruffling of what seemed to be a thousand layers of unnecessary skirts. Tooth was a vision in white, the lighting of the ballroom giving her chestnut updo a golden halo as she looked down at Jack's hunched form, that familiar twinkle in her eyes. Bunnymund stepped out from behind, a lopsided grin cracked across his defined features.

There they were, bonded for life, his two best friends in the world.

And he was madly in love with the bride.

It wasn't in his interests to break up their marriage, and it wasn't his fault that he had fallen for Tooth. She was gorgeous, caring and the only girl that had ever listened to him and knew him best. If he couldn't love her then there would be no hope for anyone else.

Jack's thoughts formed a hazy cloud that stuffed themselves into his ears. All he could hear was white noise. Tooth put her hand on his shoulder and said something about getting a drink, but he brushed it off, congratulated them both, and muttered an excuse about having to get some air.

Then, Jack Frost got up and walked out.

The brisk November air that he so loved should have at least rejuvenated him, but Jack found that he was numb to his surroundings.

He didn't feel the 25 minute walk that took him to the train station, and he ignored the dark curses that people uttered as his pushed his way past crowds and onto a waiting train.

He didn't really give a shit when he sat down on one of the seats, watching a few straggling boarders lurch as the train departed. All he could think of was the glowing many-carat ring on Tooth's finger.

"You're in my seat," an icy voice said.

The words were muffled in Jack's ears. The words couldn't be for him; surely the world wasn't so cruel as to have him be sitting in one of the only booked seats on a nearly empty train. He wasn't too bothered to see where the voice was coming from.

The voice cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, you're in my seat. Do we speak the same language?"

This time, Jack found himself looking up at a woman who (asides from having been added to the list of annoyances the day had brought him) was blocking out the sunlight that shone from the window behind her. He found himself staring into bright blue eyes, dazzling in colour but certainly daunting and extremely peeved. He really wasn't in the mood for her commanding attitude.

"Look, lady, can't you just sit in another seat? There are plenty of empty ones you can choose from," Jack sighed in what he seemed to be a fitting (yet very much polite) tone.

He felt the woman tense up. She brushed back a strand of platinum blonde hair that had escaped the braid it was in.

"No, it's my seat; I paid for it, which means it's mine to use until I decide not to. It's not my fault you're so careless and have such disregard for the rules." The woman's dainty features were pulled together in a frown, and her pixie nose was turned up. She stuck her ticket in his face, and Jack had to lean back to see the large number 18 clearly.

He groaned and to avoid further argument, got up and made himself comfortable in the seat opposite. Just his luck that he was in somebody else's place. The love of his life had already been taken from him, so what was left to stop somebody from claiming the seat under his ass as well?

The woman's eyes followed him and stayed on him a while longer before she turned away and proceeded to push all of her belongings into the overhead compartment. After rummaging around in her purse for a book (a strange choice, Jack noted: "A Collection of 50 Winter Tales") and cracked it open, her lips moving as she read along the page.

She could be considered beautiful, Jack thought to himself. Not as beautiful as Tooth, of course, but very few were. The woman was more slender, though she lacked the curves that Tooth had, and there was a slight brush of freckles that dotted her nose and the upper part of her cheeks. Tooth, of course, had flawless, rosy skin. But what struck Jack as the most intriguing was her hair, the lightest shade of blonde that glowed when struck by the sunlight, much like his own almost colourless locks.

"Isn't it rude to stare at strangers?" The woman said; eyes still trained on the book. "Look out the window or something."

And so Jack did.