Thanks for the positive reviews guys! It means a lot to me X3 And for anyone who cares, this story is set in Canada. That's why it might be a little weird. I dunno, I can't write good unless I'm home...

I Do Not Own How To Train Your Dragon Or Rise Of The Guardians Or Comatose By Skillet

Instrumental

Chapter 4

May

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jack was ripped out of his sleep by someone knocking on the door. He heard Nick, his adopted dad, answer it. The voices of both him and their guest, or guests, floated into his bedroom. They were just muffled enough though so he couldn't decide who they were. Then, Nick laughed, loud, hearty and jolly, and footsteps sounded from the stairs. Jack's door was suddenly opened, Tooth running in and jumping on his bed.

"What the Hell Tooth?" Jack grumbled, pulling the blanket over his head to block out the alien light pooling in from the hallway. He didn't see Hiccup, leaning in the doorway.

"They called! They called!" She shook Jack until he had no choice but to pay attention. "Jack! We got in!"

"What?" Jack shot up quickly, the blanket falling off his bare chest. From his spot, Hiccup blushed, though Jack had still to see him. "What do you mean, 'we got in'?"

"Jack, they called me and told me we go into the final round! We're going to California!" Tooth picked up Jack's cell phone. She clicked one of the buttons, going through his missed alerts. "What the heck? Why didn't you answer when they called?"

"I only answer to Skillet." Jack said. "If it's Panic! at the Disco, it can wait."

"Is that why you answer my calls but never Astrid's?" Hiccup finally made his presence known, almost giving Jack a heart attack. He reached for his covers in a blush. "Don't worry about me being here."

Jack narrowed his eyes playfully. They had come a long ways since that evening in McDonalds. They'd grown far more bolder, though, at the same time, shier. They would openly flirt and they would openly hide. Their relationship became bipolar, but it had started to grow normal after a while.

At one point, when they were at the swimming pool, Hiccup wolf-whistled when Jack walked by him. They were alone in the change rooms, and if he hadn't promised both his sister and Astrid that he wouldn't do anything, Jack was sure he would have had Hiccup pressed up against a wall and kept him there until their lips were bruised beyond belief. Yet, the next day, Jack did almost have to pin Hiccup against a locker at school, just to get him to say something about that week's gig at the Yetis. There was no other way Jack would rather have it though, and maybe that was the thing that scared him.

"Have it your way." Jack left his blanket where it was. "Did they tell you who else passed, Tooth?"

"Nope. But Wally's got a feeling that the Nightmares did. So does North. He feels it in his belly." Tooth laughed a little, thinking about Jack's guardian's strange way of predicting things. She shook her head, then started to leave. "Oh yeah," She called, almost gone already. "I told the others to be here in a few minutes for a bands meeting."

Jack mumbled under his breath, something about girls and how they never gave anyone enough time. He looked up at Hiccup. Today was a flirty day, he decided. "Are you staying?" He asked with a slight smirk. "'Cuz, just so you know, I do a pretty wicked strip tease."

"Um, I-I have to go and help Tooth set up." Hiccup licked his dry lips, eyes trailing over Jack's as he stood. There was no way his eyes would be able to take in enough of that pale, white skin. He turned to leave, a blush on his face. "Maybe next time." It may have been a flirting day, but Hiccup would be Hiccup, and he wouldn't give in that quick or easily. He was that one fish that sailors waited years and years to find, and only after they had spent many days, leaving with empty tins that used to hold worms and empty hooks.

"I'd like that." They shared a look before Hiccup disappeared behind the door frame.

Day dreams were too incredible to describe. Especially when Hiccup was there, with him. It was perfect. They were cuddling on the beach after Jack's band won the competition. It was warm, and Jack could feel Hiccup's lips against his. They tasted like the boy's favourite caramel, which Jack would spend the extra five dollars for, just to see Hiccup's smile. It was so sweet. Jack just wanted more, and more, and more. Soon, Hiccup's back was against the sand, their hips lined up perfectly when Jack crawled on top of him. Their tongues were battling though for what, Jack had no idea.

"Jack!" Scarlet attacked the bathroom door with her fist. In less than a second, Jack was back in the shower, and Hiccup was no where to be seen. "Get out! You've been in there for half-an-hour!"

"Pain in the ass..." Jack mumbled. He shut off the shower in fear of his sister returning, stepping out of the shower. "Shit, I forgot my boxers." He said to no one in particular as he wrapped the dark green towel around his waist. The day dream of Hiccup was still fresh on his memory. His sister had horrible timing. Or maybe it was all girls.

Cold air hit him immediately when Jack left the bathroom. It didn't bug him. If anything, Jack enjoyed it more than he did the hot shower.

"What? You're so weird, Wally!" Hiccup's voice drifted from Scarlet's room.

Jack's room was at the end of the hall. He'd have to pass Scarlet's room. His smile grew.

"Happy, Scar?" Jack said, leaning on the doorway. He wasn't there to see his sister, but annoying her was a bonus.

"Oh my God, Jack!" Scarlet yelled, throwing a pillow off her bed at the door. It almost hit him, but missed by a centimetre. "Get some fucking clothes on!"

"Oh my gosh Jack, you're so gross." Wally hid her eyes from Jack with a hand, only slightly amused.

Hiccup bit his lips, letting his eyes stay on Jack for as long as possible. Water dripped down his chest, then his stomach, becoming soaked into the towel. Jack could see the uncertainty in his eyes. Hiccup wasn't sure if he wanted to turn away, or keep looking. Something in the back of his mind, or at least Jack hoped that was what it was, went with the second option.

"What's wrong Hiccup?" Jack smiled. If it was possible to see someone's inside melt, then that was what happened. Hiccup's mouth was drooped open. "Don't like what you see?"

"I-I, well... Um..." Hiccup came back to reality, absolutely flustered. "Y-you look just fine."

Jack sauntered over to Hiccup, who was sitting on the dark red spiny chair. He ignored Wally and Scarlet's protests, leaning down so that his lips were level with Hiccup's ear. His heart pounded loud in his chest. The way his body acted around Hiccup drove Jack mad. At the same time, he loved it. "I think you'd look more than, 'just fine' in a towel. You should try it out sometime." He then kissed Hiccup's bright red cheek, and walked out, leaving Wally, Scarlet and Hiccup all speechless.

It was early in the morning, maybe seven o'clock, when Jack woke up. Normally he could sleep until almost noon, but he just couldn't. His mind was caught up in an e-mail he had received the other day from Pitch. The usual, 'My band is better than yours' didn't bug him at all. He even rolled his eyes when Pitch said he had gotten into the contest and was going to kick his ass. What was disturbing though was what Pitch said about Hiccup.

"He's a beautiful one. Have fun with your flower while you can. Soon enough, I'll pick him out of your garden."

The metaphor alone was creepy, but the meaning actually scared Jack. He knew Pitch had the ability to manipulate Hiccup into believing he was good. He could manipulate the strongest and most stubborn of people, so the sweet new kid was easy pickings. What made it all sweeter for Pitch was the ability to hurt Jack. He wanted Jack to feel the most agonizing emotional pain possible. What better way to bring it about then to steal the first person he had ever actually loved? Of course he loved his adopted parents, and his sister and his friends. But Hiccup was different.

That was why he was sitting in his living room, still dressed in his boxers and a plain white t-shirt. His acoustic guitar was strapped to his chest, his fingers busy strumming the strings, electing sweet music to match the tune stuck in his head, and rolling off his lips. Music was his outlet for everything. It should have been able to calm him down after a rival threat for Hiccup's affections.

But it didn't. If anything, it made him feel worse. The only songs that came to mind were ones that reminded him of Hiccup.

"That sounds nice." Jack jumped when Hiccup's voice drifted from the stair way. Why hadn't he noticed the boy there before? He blushed, then stopped playing. "What? Don't stop! I was really enjoying it."

"It's embarrassing."

"Says the guy who's going to play for like, a million people this summer."

"A million people don't add up to you."

As he sat down, Hiccup blushed. Crud, had Jack gone too far? "You're weird, you know that, right?" Hiccup smiled to himself, making part of the weight on Jack's shoulder's dissipate. His heart fluttered. "And if I'm so special, then you should be able to sing for me."

Jack mumbled under his breath, then strummed a little on his guitar. He hummed, trying to think of the perfect song. There were so many...

"Mkay," Jack said, the perfect song finally finding it's way to his thoughts. "You can't laugh though, okay?"

"I'd never laugh at your music Jack."

With a chuckle, he started. "I hate feeling like this, I'm so tired of trying to fight this. I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking to you." At first, Jack's voice wavered. But, once he finished the first line, he regained his confidence. Hiccup watched him, a small smile on his (perfect) lips. "Tell me that you will listen. Your touch is what I'm missing, and the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you. Comatose, I'll never wake up without an overdose of you."

"I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, 'les I feel you next to me. You take the pain I feel, waking up to you never felt so real. I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream, 'cause my dreams don't comfort me. The way you make me feel, waking up to you never felt so real."

Jack would have continued on, had a loud, "shut up!" not interrupted his song. From the second floor, both boys heard Scarlet's yelling. They looked at each other, before laughing away the heat that had spread across their faces. It wasn't until Wally joined in, screaming that she needed her beauty sleep, did they stop.

"You're really good Jack," Hiccup said, looking up at the other boy with honesty in his eyes. "I bet you any money you're going to win."

"I doubt it," Jack shrugged. "But, thanks anyway Hic. You really are special, you know."

"Thanks Jack." Hiccup scooted closer, now only a centimetre separating them. Warm fuzzy feelings spread through Jack. Curse that boy! There was no way this was normal!

"Would you..." Hiccup blushed, looking anywhere but Jack's eyes. "Would you be able to sing for me again?"

"Yeah," Jack's heart leapt again when Hiccup looked up at him, happiness clear in his green eyes. It should have been illegal for someone to be that cute.

"I see you standing here, but you're so far away. Starving for your attention. You don't even know my name..."

OMG I DID IT! WITHOUT MY ROUGH DRAFT! YAY ME! Lol, sorry about the lack of updates guys. I was kinda in a bit of a funk for the last while. I'll look for my copy so I can start updating regularly.

-TrueLoveIsReal