Okay, so, as per requests, and me finally feeling like I wanted to, I'm adding a second chapter to this!

YOU FREAKING IDIOT TIMES TWO!

Had Jack taken the news about Pitch well? Nope. Not even a little. He was panicking. If Pitch was a prince, did that mean he could get him arrested by the queen of England or something, or locked in a royal dungeon somewhere for insulting him? Holy crap, holy crap, Jack had really screwed up! He was going to get tormented like… like, Harry Potter style or something!

He could already imagine hanging in a dungeon by his thumbs, shrieking in agony. All because he called prince Kozmotis an eyebrow less freak.

"Geeze, Terr, what do I DO?" he asked his female friend, who was probably taking the news even worse than he. To her it looked like Jack had stolen all her chances of marrying the prince.

Scowling at him, she said, "Apologize to him and introduce ME to him!" she snapped angrily. She was mad at him. And rightfully so. Jack had left out the fact that he had jokingly kissed Pitch's cheek, but she was still in full-on panic mode.

The two freaked the entire rest of the night. Nothing was going to calm either of them down. NOTHING.

Okay, well, maybe Jack felt more calm after he had fallen asleep, but that didn't count. He dreaded going to school that day. He didn't want to face Pitch. He may not have seemed to hate him yesterday, but that could have changed in one night, right?

Jack walked to his two classes first thing, then went the direction he dragged Pitch yesterday to his third class. As he walked, he accidentally bumped into about seven people, fearing that Pitch was going to show up with like, royal guards or something. He was so scared.

He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid him once he got to his English class, but that didn't mean he couldn't try now anyway. Anyone that was even remotely taller than Jack was used as a barrier to hide himself.

Chemistry went by with Jack impatiently tapping his fingers on his desk. Alex told him to stop about eighteen times. Jack would stop for a few seconds, then be right back at it. He was terrified. He felt ready to vomit. Pitch was definitely going to kill him. He was going to be banished to an island by himself. He was going to be starved in a dungeon. Oh, geeze, why did he have to be such a bone-head?

When the bell rang Jack literally lurched forward with the feeling of his stomach rising up into his throat. Everyone looked at him as he made a horrid gagging noise. He had to swallow the bile back down, though and compose himself to a reasonable level.

He dragged his feet to his English class. He wanted to just run away. Run away and hide forever. Hide before royalty could trap him somewhere dark and cold.

Jack was sitting at his desk when he heard a soft, "Hi, Jack," to his right. His breath hitched at the sound of Pitch's voice. Nope. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No.

Clawing his desk, Jack barely raised his head to acknowledge Pitch talking to him. He heard him sit next to him at his own desk.

After a few seconds, Jack heard him talk again. "Hey, are you okay? You look like you're going to be sick…"

Jack inhaled deeply to answer him. As soon as he felt words form, Jack opened his mouth, and his stomach emptied itself all over the floor. Several girls in the room screamed, jumping away from him. The teacher gasped loudly, running to his side and asking if he was okay.

"Do you need me to walk you to the nurse?" he asked. Jack shook his head no, trying to hold down the rest of his breakfast.

"Well, someone needs to walk with you, in case you get sick again," the man said.

Jack heard Pitch's voice again. "I can walk him," he said. Jack vomited again.

By this point the teacher was shouting for Pitch to get him out of the room, calling the janitors, and trying to calm his class of disgusted teenagers. Jack felt Pitch's hands on his shoulders, but he got no comfort from them. He puked again.

As the reason for his distress walked him down the halls, Jack quickly realized they were heading the wrong way. "It's that way," he whimpered, pointing down the opposite hallway.

"Oh…" Pitch whispered, quickly turning them that way, "I guess I've been looking at the map upside-down…" Jack gave a soft smile at that. He wasn't brave enough to make a comment, though, he was afraid to insult him. At any moment he could be imprisoned in like, the Chamber of Evil random deadly things that want to eat him. Royalty had stuff like that, right?

He put a hand over his mouth as he felt himself lurching again. "Try to hang on," Pitch whispered, "I think we're almost there…"

Jack had to point him the correct way again. "I guess I really am helpless," he muttered as he walked Jack to the door. And Jack found himself smiling a little again.

He sat on the crinkly paper I the nurse's room. She was asking him tons of questions about how he was feeling, what he had eaten, and so on. Jack would have felt fine answering if Pitch weren't still sitting next to him in the chair provided.

After determining that Jack had just had a bout of nerves, the nurse went to get him something to ease his stomach. Calm him down…

Jack felt ready to faint as she left him alone with Pitch. Now he was definitely going to be thrown into a pit filled with ravenous dogs or something. They'd eat him. Rip him up. Oh, God, no!

Suddenly Jack felt a hand rubbing his leg. "Hey, you okay?"

Jack jumped, yanking himself away. He stared won at Pitch in terror. Pitch looked shocked. "What?" he asked, "Are you okay?"

Jack looked away. He felt Pitch's hand touch his shoulder. "Jack?"

"W…why didn't you tell me who you really were?" he asked, still avoiding eye contact. He could physically feel Pitch tense up, just by the touch of his hand.

"You're no gonna stab me with a sword because I dishonored you and your family, are you?" Jack asked, his voice betraying how terrified he really was. Pitch blinked.

"No, I… What..?" Pitch whispered, staring at him in confusion, "Why would I… Dishonored…? What?"

Jack looked down at his hands. "Well, I called you mean names. And you're a prince, so… I thought… you'd be, like, angry and try to kill me," he explained feebly.

"Kill you?" Pitch repeated. "…For what exactly?"

"For calling you an eyebrow less freak and throwing you all over the place and calling you helpless and a dork…" Jack muttered.

Pitch sat back down. He sighed loudly. Loudly enough for Jack to turn and look down at him from the nurse's table. "This was why I didn't want people finding out," he mumbled, "Nobody can act like themselves around me if they know who I really am…" He looked up at Jack. "I thought we were just having fun yesterday Jack. Those were all jokes."

"Well, they were," Jack said quickly, "But I didn't know if you would be offended by any of them since you're royalty."

Sighing, Pitch asked, "If I wasn't royal would you have cared if I was offended?"

"Well, yeah…" Jack mumbled, "But… you could, like… Throw me in a dungeon if I said something mean." Pitch made a shocked face at that.

"Throw you in a dungeon?" he repeated, face braking into a smile, "Wait, so you weren't worried about impressing me, just being thrown into a dungeon?"

Jack felt like his fear had been made less important by that comment. "Well, not just a dungeon, maybe a pit full of alligators or something…" he grumbled, looking away from him.

Pitch laughed. Jack was actually very shocked. "You… you're not mad at me?" he asked him nervously.

"Of course not," Pitch said, smiling at him, "You were being yourself. And not caring who I was or where I came from. You weren't looking to impress, just have fun. Why would I be mad?"

"Well, I… I, uh… I dunno," Jack mumbled, staring at him in confusion, "I just… I thought you were going to kill me or something…" Pitch smirked.

"I still could," he said, "Just not with a dungeon." Jack frowned. "Jack, I was hoping to make friends coming back. Real friends. You being a jerk toward me was more real than I've seen anyone in years." Jack wasn't sure to be proud of that, or insulted. But Pitch was still smiling, so he assumed he should be a little proud.

"When I introduced myself to you, I purposely tried to keep it so you wouldn't know I was a prince," Pitch said, "People become so fake once they know you are. Did you notice how I gave you my nickname and didn't even tell you what it stood for?" Jack shook his head. Pitch grinned. "You're so terribly thick," he said. Jack felt insulted. "But I like that about you. It shows me that you really are how you act." Now Jack felt confused. Insults and compliments all at once. He couldn't deal with it.

Putting up a hand, he asked, "So, let me get this straight… You're okay with the fact that I was a total jerk to you, and in fact you're glad that I was?" Pitch nodded.

"For the most part, yes," he said, smiling, "I don't like fake people. I deal with them enough. I like you. You're real."

Jack gave a smile. "Then you probably wouldn't wanna meet my friend Terra. She's been dying to impress you and marry you since she heard you were coming here." Pitch gave a little smile at that. "But she is my friend, so she's not that bad…"

Pitch rolled his eyes. "Probably no worse than you," he said, snickering. Jack scowled at him, kicking him lightly on the arm from his table.

When the nurse gave him a glass of dissolved ant-acids Jack didn't even feel like he needed them anymore. He drank it anyway, but he felt so much more relaxed now that he and Pitch had patched things up.

Walking through the halls, Jack quickly realized they had missed their entire English class. It was time for his math class with Terra and Sandy. "Well, uh, I gotta get going," he told Pitch, turning to look up at him, "Got a math class to head to."

Pitch smiled down at him. "Kay," he said, "See you at the end of the day?" Jack nodded with a smile before scurrying off to his class.

He was late. He had the excuse from the nurse, though, and the testimony of two girls in the room who had been there when he hurled. He hoped Pitch had the same luck.

"Hey," Jack said to Terra, "Guess who just had a very deep talk with a certain Prince Charming." Her eyes went wide in what could only be described as pure, unadulterated horror. And just as she looked ready to explode, the teacher began their lecture.

She had to hold in all of her rage until class ended. The instant it did, she yanked his hair down to her level and she snarled into his ear, "So help me, Jackson Overland Frost, if you've done anything to make him gay, I'll destroy all of your chances of having children right here, right now."

Jack coughed nervously. "Uh, haha, no… We just… talked… Uh… You're hurting my hair…" She released her grip, and Jack rubbed the sore spot on his head.

The rest of the day went by with Jack having to explain every inch of their conversation in explicit detail. Terra looked terrified when he told her Pitch said he liked something about Jack. She took that as meaning he was attracted to Jack. She couldn't take the terror of not knowing. She demanded he confront him about it when he saw him in his last class of the day.

Sighing, Jack mulled over the possible turns for this conversation, "Oh, hey, Pitch, just wondering, when you said you liked me, did you mean, like, like like?" Jack rolled his eyes, "Oh, yeah, that'll go over well…"

Pitch sat down next to him at the table in that exact moment. "What won't go over well?" he asked. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin.

Pitch apologized for scaring him. "Dude, don't ever do that again. I nearly peed myself," he said, wheezing from the shock. Pitch snickered a little at that comment.

After sitting there for a few seconds, Jack spoke. "Soo… uh… I was… kinda hoping to… ask you something," he mumbled, trying not to be too loud.

Smiling, Pitch said, "Okay, shoot."

"Uh… Fff…." Jack exhaled slowly. How to do this. How to do it… "Um… Well… Earlier… You… You said that you… liked me…" he turned his head toward Pitch, "Did y- mm!" He gasped in shock as the black haired teen pushed forward, mashing their lips together.

When he slipped away, Jack literally just sat there with a completely dumbfounded look on his face. All rational thought left his brain. Literally what was going through his mind was this- fhfhfjsdiheihfjksdfjncjvbkjdfaasahsaaaaaaa.

Swallowing, Jack whispered, "Well… That answers that…" Pitch gave him a smile and took hold of Jack's hand. Looking down, all Jack could think was, "Terra's going to kill me."

"Oh shi-"

Hahahah. SAME ENDING. This was fun.