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Who would have thought that E. Aster Bunnymund and good, old North would find love? Not Jack.

But here they were, at the freaking wedding party. Jack was just about to propose a toast. It was too bad he was drunk. He would probably screw up the entire speech, being in the condition he was in at the moment.

The audience glared at him. Jack was too tipsy to be nervous at all. He theatrically cleared his throat and discretly pulled a piece of paper out of the pocket of his suit. "You know," he started, looking up. "I was kind of not for gays before. But now that you two are hooking up, I totes am."

Complete, dead silence.

Someone coughed. Whispers and quiet mumbling was heard.

Aster sighed, and rubbed his temple, but North looked more than pleased where he sat on his big bum. Jack could still not believe that those two were together now. And married. It just didn't make sense to him. They all used to be best buds. Him, Aster, North and Sandy. But now, Aster and North were a thing, and Sandy was with Toothiana.

Jack felt a sting of regret as he thought of her.

He kept going. "I read about something called 'shipping' on the internet once. It's - uh, when someone sees a cute couple and likes it. Shipping. Well, I bet you've got a lot of shippers in this room tonight." He laughed. "Your ship-name would probably be something like Naster or Astorth. Cute. And there's also something else called 'ship-wars', which I heard is pretty damn brutal - "

"Shipping is with fictional characters. Dork," someone said.

"I see we have a shipper," Jack growled in annoyance. He then glued a smile, dipped in fake sweetness to his face. "Now, shut the hell up, bastard, and let me finish my... motherfudging speech!"

Suddenly, he found himself tilting to slightly the side, and his vision became seriously blurred. "Crap..."

"Jack, maybe you should go home, mate," Aster murmured in a low voice. But somehow, his words managed to get all the way to the stage. "You don't look so good."

"Yeah," Jack replied, nodding in agreement. He took a large sip from his glass, uselessly trying to find the way down from the stage without falling. "Dammit, why do I have so many feet?"

He was getting dizzy. He stumbled down the stairs of the stage and faltered towards the exit, but he fell into a table with chocolate mousse and vanilla cake. Horrible combination.

"Great," he mumbled, fluid dripping from his hair and into his eyes, making them sting.

"Oh, my God, Jack! Are you okay?" Toothiana Floss. Sandy's girl. Jack wish she hadn't been the first one to come over to him, but that was pretty much what Tooth was like.

She was the first one to help him up, and uselessly tried to wipe the mousse and vanilla sauce of his suit. "Sweet teeth, Jack, why is it always like this?" she sighed. "Do you want me to drive you home? Argh, you know what? You don't have a choice. Let's go."

Jack didn't object. Why would he? There was no one, no one, who wanted him there anyway.

Two weeks later, it was all forgotten. Aster and North were happily spending their honeymoon on the Maldives, and Toothiana constantly insisted on having breakfast, lunch and dinner with Jack every day to prevent him from 'doing something stupid'. Why the hell did they assume that he would jump off a bridge or something just because he'd gotten drunk a couple of many times?

He didn't even know what it was that bothered him. Was it because Sandy had Tooth? Because Jack himself was too much of a loser to ever get a girl like her?

"And then I said; you have got to brush a hundred times, or you'll get wholes!" Toothiana said, shoving a piece of toast into her mouth. "The kids don't listen to me, though."

Toothiana was a dentist, and adorably obsessed with teeth. Jack chuckled. They were sitting at a small coffee bar. It was sunny outside, and they were having lunch. Tooth was simply not able to talk about something else than her job. And Jack loved it.

"Well, have you gotten any further on your novel? It has been months!" Toothiana said.

"Well, the guy meets a girl. He falls in love with her, but she..." Jack was on thin ice now. "She's with someone else."

"Oh, and what happens next?"

Jack didn't answer. A long, painful silence followed.

"Tooth?" he said, letting his hand circle around his coffe cup, unsure of how to say this. "There is something I've been wanting to tell you. For a while. Months, in fact."

"Shoot," Toothiana replied, her thin lips curling into a pretty smile. "What's it about?"

Sandy would resent him if he knew Jack actually did this.

"I - I'm - I'm pretty sure that, or, well, I know that..." he sighed. He pulled a hand through his ice like hair. His palms were hot and sweaty. It felt like he was about to ask Barbara Fisher out on a date for the first time all over again.

"I - I... I'm in love with you, Toothiana," he stuttered. Birdbrained. Cheesy.

Jack stared at the table in front of him, stiff as a rock. Toothiana's mouth flew open, and she slowly rose from her chair. "Jack, I - I..."

"I'm not asking you to dump Sandy," Jack added quickly, but felt like he shouldn't have. He really wanted Tooth to leave Sandy and go with him instead, but how could he have lived with that? Sandy was his best friend.

"He's my best friend. But I just want you to know, Tooth. I've loved you ever since I met you."

"Jack..." Toothiana blinked, and took her lightg green purse with shaky movements. "I love Sandy. We're - we're getting married, okay? He was going to tell you, but - "

"Well, that's just great, isn't it," Jack said through gritted teeth. He had to do everything in his power not to smash his fist through the wooden table.

"I'm sorry." Toothiana's eyes had gotten watery, and she left the coffee bar in a rush.