Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter done. I just finally finished this year of school so it was a little hectic at the end. Also it might take a little longer for me to get chapters up because I really only started this fanfic because I want to be an author some day. So that means your guys reviews are really important to me because it's letting me know how good I am at my writing style. So I'm going to be working on the book I want to have published more instead of this but I'll make sure I don't take to long to update this story. Anyway... Here's Chapter 4!

Chapter Four

Mia's POV

I finally turned away from the window when I couldn't see Jack anymore. Looking out of the window reminded me a lot of the night we first met. After walking over to my bed I saw the depression in it where Jack had been laying last night.

I was really upset at the argument we had just had. I shouldn't have blown up at him like that. He had his right to feel however he wanted and to let me know about it. I also knew that he was just being protective. But the think was… I sort of wanted his reasons to oppose to be different.

But I couldn't feel like that. He didn't think that way about me and I shouldn't think that way about him.

I suddenly heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Mia, are you up baby?" I heard my mom ask through the door.

"Yeah, I'm up. Come in." I sat down on my bed as she opened the door.

"Baby, are you okay? Where's Jack?" She sat next to me on my bed and looked at me waiting for me to answer.

My mom had really changed since my dad died. She was reclusive at first, but it seemed like his death made us closer. She worried about me more often though, but I knew that at least it meant she paid more attention to me than she did at first.

"He had to leave. You know: Guardian stuff," I said with a small smile.

She smiled back at first, but then it quickly left. She noticed I didn't answer her first question.

"What's wrong, Amelia? I heard shouting this morning. What happened?"

I sighed and then looked up at my mom's worried expression. "Jack found out about Tyler and he didn't approve."

She didn't look the least bit shocked. She knew he'd react that way. I thought to myself. But how?

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby," she said caringly. She got up and patted my knee with her hand. "How about you come downstairs and have breakfast with me. We can talk about it some more, okay?"

I smiled up at her and said, "That sounds great mom. Thanks."

"That's what I'm here for, dear." She then walked out of my room and closed the door behind her.

I decided to go ahead and make my bed, but gave myself a few seconds to lie where Jack had been before doing so. I inhaled his fresh and minty scent off the pillow and it instantly made me happy. Jack always made me happy no matter what.

After making my bed I decided to just remain in my pajamas Jack got me since they were just sweatpants and a hoodie and went into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth.

When I finally felt ready for the day I headed downstairs. I smelt the strong aroma of my mother's coffee wafting through the house and I smelt one more thing. Something that anybody would be able to recognize: bacon.

I hurriedly ran into the kitchen and was hit with a rush of the smell of bacon and the sound of it popping in the pan. That was one of my absolute favorite sounds.

My mom was holding her coffee cup in one hand and moving our breakfast around in the pan with a pair of tongs in the other hand. She looked up at me from behind her glasses and smiled as I busted into the room. "Breakfast is almost done. How about you grab a couple of plates and set everything up. We'll eat in the dining room this morning."

"Okay," I said smiling back.

My mom and I brought in our plates of eggs and bacon into the dining room. I also brought in a plate of toast along with a jar of grape jelly and a tub of butter. My mom decided to just stick with her coffee this morning while I grabbed a glass of orange juice.

When we finally sat down we sat in silence for a second. I could tell that my mom wanted to let me start so she knew if I wanted to talk about anything. Before I even completely thought through how I was going to start the conversation a question was already out of my mouth. "Mom, how did you know you were in love with dad?"

She stopped in the middle of trying to take a bite of eggs and froze. I knew I shouldn't have asked that question.

Her demeanor quickly changed though and she put her fork down. "What do you mean, baby? Is this about your argument with Jack?"

"I guess you could say that," I said looking down at my plate while moving my food around with my fork.

"Well, I hadn't had very many boyfriends before your father, so I really didn't have much to refer back to when analyzing my feelings for him. But somehow it was different and I knew it was. I was so happy around him and I always looked forward to seeing him. There was never a dull moment when we were together." She smiled to herself and I could see that she was remembering some happy moment they had shared.

"But it just seemed like when I was with him it was just us two. There was no one else there except us. It wasn't until you came around that anybody else existed in our world." My mom looked up at me and laid her hand on top of mine. "You are the thing that made our lives complete."

I gave her a little smile and she continued. "I think any woman would agree with me when I say that seeing the fatherly side of any man is what really hooks you to him. I thought I couldn't love your father anymore when I was younger, but when you came around my love for him grew a thousand times more."

"Yeah," I said since I didn't really know anything else to say. My mom just looked at me. She knew I was unsure at what to say back and just unsure what to say in general. After a moment of her waiting to see if I would say anything and of me trying to figure out what to say, I finally spoke. "I just don't know what to do!"

"Well first of all, what's the problem?" she asked not the least bit phased by my sudden outburst. "Sweetheart, don't be afraid to just let it all out."

"Jack's upset about my relationship with Tyler for many different reasons but not the reason that I deep down want him to be upset for. The thing is I don't know why I want him to be upset for that reason. Meanwhile I'm starting to rethink my relationship with Jack because of all the recent feelings I've began to feel for him. I just don't understand those feelings completely and if they happen to be the feelings I think they are then I have tons of things telling me not to have those feelings." I inhaled sharply after my continuous emotional burst.

"Okay," she said slowly. "What reason for being upset do you want Jack to have and what kind of feelings have you been having for him?"

Instead of having to explain both question I decided I could sum them both up with one sentence. "Mom, I think I'm in love Jack."

She was quiet for a second, but she didn't seem surprised. Once she was done thinking she looked up at me and gave me a big smile. "I figured you were."

"Why do you not seemed surprised about this? I mean I'm panicking about my feelings, mom."

"Baby girl, what reason do you have to do that?" she asked giving me a confused look.

Now I finally had to come to terms not only with her but with myself about why I couldn't love Jack. "First of all, I'm dating Tyler. I can't just leave him for no reason at all mom and I feel like I'm cheating on him if I like Jack. Second, he probably doesn't like me back. He's been like my brother since I was four. It's just weird. Third, we can't be together. He lives forever and never ages. I'll only get older."

It wasn't until my mom wiped her thumb across my cheek and gave me a caring look that I noticed I had begun to cry. "Mia, you're not cheating on Tyler by liking Jack. Also Jack hasn't been like a brother to you. He's been a close friend that just looked out for you. There are many people that fall in love with their best friends. Your father and I were good friends before we got together. He likes you, baby. There is not a single doubt in my mind about that."

I looked up at her from behind my bangs and I could see the truth in her eyes. "But what about Tyler?"

"If you're meant to be with Jack then everything will work out." With that she stood up and poured herself some more coffee. The conversation was over and she could tell without even asking.

I stared at my food for a couple minutes thinking about everything we said. I trust mom about what she thinks Jack's feelings are, but I want to make sure. I just don't know how I could quite ask him. If I were to ask he would definitely ask me what my feelings are and what if he said "no"? I wouldn't be able to tell him the truth then.

As if my mom knew what I was just thinking she came over to me with her freshly poured cup of coffee, kissed me on the head, and said, "Tell him how you feel." She then exited the kitchen leaving me contemplate whether to take her advice.

After our breakfast my mom ended up getting ready for the day and told me that she had some stuff to do for the day. "What kind of stuff?"

"Well first I have to go to the gym to work out with Carroll and then we have a book club meeting at her house. Then I just have little things to do like dropping off checks and what not."

"Alright, I guess I'll see you later then," I said as she grabbed her purse.

She walked over to me gave me a hug and kissed my head. "Okay, baby."

I walked her to the door and gave her one more hug. After I watched her get in her car and pull out of the driveway I went into the living room to figure out what to do with my day. Jack had left about an hour and a half earlier so I knew it was going to be a while till he got back. I was happy to some degree because it gave me plenty of time to figure out how I was going to tell Jack.

I knew that if I didn't do anything but sit and think about what I was going to do then I would over think everything so I decided to keep myself busy while thinking. I went into the kitchen and cleaned all the dishes, the counter tops, and mopped the floor with a Swiffer-Sweeper. The whole process only took about forty-five minutes so I decided to go through all our food and organize it and then throw out anything that happened to be expired.

I got so carried away with cleaning that when my mom finally got home around seven o'clock I had the whole house clean along with all the laundry and had dinner ready. I had figured that Jack wouldn't be back till late tonight. I hadn't really made dinner either. I had called the local Chinese restaurant and ordered take-out. I then went to go pick up our order and then made it home without breaking into the delicious smelling cuisine.

My mom told me thank you for dinner and complimented me on how clean the house was. I could hear a slight worried tone in her voice, but she did say anything. She knew I hard-core cleaned when I was upset in any way and I could tell she probably felt a little guilty about me feeling that way since she was the one that got me to talk about everything this morning.

We sat in silence for a while as I ate my sticky rice with my chopsticks and my mom ate her sushi roll that she always got. After a while of the awkward silence I decided to speak up.

"So how did your book club go?"

"It was good," she said after she swallowed the piece of raw fish and rice she had in her mouth. "Today we actually talked about the book instead of the usual gossip that we always participate in."

I smiled at what she said. "So I guess Anne wasn't there tonight to start up all of that then?"

"Nope," she laughed.

When we were finally done with dinner my mom and I went into the living room and watched our show: The Mentalist. My mom had a huge crush on Patrick Jane, but she just wouldn't admit it. When she did on the occasion she always said that it was since he reminded her of dad. She said he was always smart and clever like that and you could never deceive him. I liked those rare occasions because it was when we could talk about my dad and remember the good times and not end up crying.

Nine o'clock finally rolled around and my mom decided she should go to bed since she had work again tomorrow. We told each other goodnight and we both went to our rooms.

I wasn't quite tired yet so I decided to read a little before going to bed. I walked over to my bookshelves that my dad had built for me on the wall next to my closet and looked though all of my books. I loved to read. I could finish a good five hundred paged book in two and a half days. It was mostly paranormal romance stuff for young adults. But I didn't just read novels. I read manga too like Naruto, Bakuman, and Ouran High School Host Club.

I finally decided to go just go with one of my new Naruto mangas. I went and laid down a pillow at the end of my bed and turned all the lights off in my room except my paper lantern that hung over my bed. I then laid down on my stomach with my head at the foot of my bed and began to ready.

After an hour I had finished the whole thing and still wasn't that tired. Walking back over to my bookshelves I put my book away and grabbed my iPod, a pencil, and a sketch pad off my desk. I went back over to my bed and put my headphones in my ears. I started to make little doodles everywhere to try to find some sort of inspiration and couldn't think of anything. Suddenly Can't Keep On Loving You by Elliot Yamin came on and I suddenly had inspiration.

I started with the outline of the face first then moved to the perfect lips. They were turned up in a little smirk that I knew so well and caused the cheeks to squish the eyes slightly. I then moved to the hair and then the nose. The eyes were last. Any artist will say that the most important and hardest part of a piece of work is the eyes. They had the final say in whether the piece makes it or breaks it. They're what bring life to it.

Surprisingly I got them right and was able to appreciate my masterpiece for a few seconds before I fell into a deep, dark sleep.

I didn't know how long I had been asleep, but I slightly woke up when I heard a sliding noise from across my room. Still in a sleep-like state I wasn't able to fully concentrate on it and wake up all the way. After a second I heard a clicking sound and then a soft padding across my hardwood floors.

I was able to finally open my eyes and wake up more when I felt strong arms lift me up. Feeling my headphones that were still playing music pop out of my ears and fall back on the bed were my iPod lay I looked up to see Jack holding me.

He didn't notice that I was awake so I let it stay that way. He carried me bridal style to the other side of my bed, was somehow able to pull the covers back, and laid me down underneath them. I kept my eyes close so he wouldn't notice that I was awake and I could continue watching his actions unnoticed.

After pulling my covers up over me he went to the bottom of my bed. Jack turned off my iPod and wrapped the headphones around it then picked up my sketch pad and pencil. I watched as he held up the sketch pad closer to his face for a better look at the picture I had finished drawing before I fell asleep. I noticed that his face turned a slight color of pink and his mouth opened in a surprised manner.

If he looked through most of my sketch pads he'd have that look on his face the whole time. I always drew Jack. He was my muse.

When he finally put all of my things back on my desk he came over to the other side of my bed and turned my lantern off. I kept my lids half closed so he wouldn't see me looking at him and turned on my side so I could watch him easier. I saw him hesitate at my sudden movement, but he quickly dismissed it when he convinced himself that I was just asleep.

He slowly removed his hoodie and I swear I stopped breathing for a second. At first I thought he was going to undress right in front of me, but instead he just got under the covers like that. I was surprised at that considering last night he slept on top of the covers. I felt my heart start to gallop in my chest as it finally sunk in that a shirtless Jack was under the covers of my bed with me.

He turned on his side to face me and I then realized how tired he looked. No wonder he didn't even feel like changing. Slowly reaching out his hand he moved a piece of hair out of my face and smoothed it out behind my ear. I then slowly opened my eyes all the way.

Jack let out a surprised gasp and suddenly looked embarrassed. "Mia, I- I didn't know you were awake."

To try to help relieve some of his embarrassment I asked, "So what happened? What did the Guardians call you for?"

He let out a grateful sigh and said, "We can talk about it later, Snowflake. Right now you need to get some sleep for tomorrow."

"Why? What's tomorrow?" I asked confused.

"I was thinking we could go out to the park and walk around," he smiled. "I wanted to make it up to you for the fight this morning."

"You don't have to do that, Jack." I appreciated what he wanted to do for me, but I didn't want him to feel like it was his fault and he had to pay me back for it.

"I want to enjoy some time with you though," he said trying to pull off his best puppy dog face.

I gave in instantly. "Okay, I'll go."

"Okay!" he said pleased with himself for being so convincing. I just laughed.

"You know you didn't have to put me in bed the right way. You could have just let me sleep how I was. There still would've been room for you to sleep."

"I know, but I didn't want you kicking me in the face," he said with a smile. "Also, it's going to get really cold tonight."

"But the news guy said that it was actually going to be warmer than usual."

"Are you really going to believe the news guy over me, Snowflake? I'm pretty sure I'm a lot more accurate than he is," he said winking at me.

I laughed at his joking around. Feeling my eyelids beginning to droop despite our joking I decided it was time to go to sleep. I remembered that I was going to tell Jack how I felt about him, but I decided it could wait until tomorrow.

"Goodnight, Frost," I said groggily. I suddenly felt something cold brush up against my hand and then noticed it was Jack's hand.

"Sweet dreams, Snowflake," he said as he slowly intertwined our fingers. I then fell asleep to the comforting pressure and temperature of my hand in his.

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