"Just there and back, and then I'm going home. That's it."

Jack Frost clutched the steering wheel, and glared at his "friend" who was sitting in the passenger's seat.

"Stop trying to justify this. It's not like we're doing anything wrong," the other boy, Pitch Black, said, leaning over and putting his hand on the other boy's thigh, which made the car lurch a little bit.

"Pitch!"

The ebony haired boy grinned and moved his hand down to Jack's knee.

"Seriously, cut it out! It's hard for me to drive this dinosaur as is."

"I did offer to drive..."

"Not after you wrecked my dad's motor-cycle. You won't drive anything with wheels on it that comes from my house any time soon."

Jack wasn't one-hundred percent sure where he was taking his friend, but he figured there would be some form of drugs involved. The plan had made since before Jack got behind the wheel.

Of course, he was completely sober. Drugs were not a thing he was willing to mess with.

Pitch simply shook his head at the albino's demand.

Jack didn't have time to notice, though. He was busy squinting at the upcoming golden head-lights in front of them.

"Holy crap. Holy crap. You said no one else would be on this road!"

Pitch pulled away, allowing the younger teen to focus.

"This is the first car we've seen. Don't worry about it."

Jack stared hard at the road, both hands on the wheel, and lightly trembled.

He was only sixteen! He had neither a driver's license, or permission to use his mother's mini-van. Oh well.

After a moment of complete focus, Jack jumped in his seat.

"They're on our side of the road!"

Pitch simply smiled.

"Wait- This is... Holy crap! We're on the wrong side of the road!"

"I was wondering when you would notice."

"You- You knew?!"

Jack tried to merge into the other lane, but the road was slick, and trying to turn only made it worse.

Jack watched as a tall teenage boy tried to signal the head-lights owner- a large red truck- but it didn't help. The truck slammed into the silver mini-van that belonged to Jack Frost's mother.

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Symone's hands covered her face in shock as the two cars slammed into each other.

Aster jumped back in pure horror at the collision, and stumbled backwards.

Tiana rushed to the truck, which was now completely on it's side.

She yanked at the driver's side door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Nick!"

Nick shifted his weight so that he wasn't crushing whoever was beside- more like under- him, and looked up at Tiana with pained blue eyes.

"Don't you worry! I'll get you outta there!" the girl proclaimed as she continued to tug at the door.

Aster rushed closer with Symone in tow.

"Is it jammed?" he asked quickly.

Tiana nodded, and continued pulling.

"Which one of you guys has a cell phone with you?"

Aster and Symone both reached for their pockets.

"Wait- Aster, I'll call," Symone reasoned, "You help pull the door."

"Right."

Aster joined Tiana in tugging at the door, while Symone called 911.

"Yes, there was a wreck here on rout twenty-seven... I'm not sure how many people were involved... Okay, thank you. Thank you."

Symone then brought her phone from her ear and fumbled with it a bit before being distracted by a muffled yelp and crammed in into her pocket.

She dashed over to the mini-van and pulled the door open in one tug. The fact that it was barely on it's hinges helped her a lot.

A tall pale teen practically fell out, with a purple bruise spreading over his fore-head. His nose was dripping with blood.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?!"

He mumbled something before pointing at the person in the driver's seat.

Glass from the windshield covered him, and blood leaked down his perfectly white skin and was splattered in his snow white hair.

"Is he okay?!" she exclaimed in shock.

The boy in the driver's seat groaned, and moved his hand, accidentally landing it on another pile of glass shards.

The sound of sirens blared, making Symone's nerve-struck body jolt.

"Thank goodness..." she groaned as she helped the dark-haired boy sit down.

Two police cars and an ambulance parked nearby, and their drivers rushed over to the crumpled cars.

The whole scene was a blur to Symone from there. Lights flashed as the emergency medics pulled the blood-coated albino from the mini-van, and a man with a crowbar broke free the door of Nick's truck.

The man tossed the severed door aside, and Nick was pulled out, followed by Sandy, and then a brown-haired boy that Symone vaguely recognized from band class.

Sandy and the other boy were taken away on stretchers, and Nick ended up sitting on the curb with a blanket and an ice-pack.

The ebony-haired boy, in which Symone finally recognized as Pitch Black- whom she had seen sitting with the albino in the detention hall when the teachers made her take assignments down there- was sitting on the back of a cop-car, while some lady dressed in scrubs picked glass from his arm.

It wasn't that surprising to her that the white haired boy would be with him. She knew his name was Jake, or Jaren, or... Jack? Something with the last name Frost.

She only knew that because just about every girl in her grade had a crush on him. She did agree that he was cute... Oh so cute... But he just wasn't her type.

Even if she wasn't interested in him like that, it still made her eyes water to see him in such condition.

It was obvious that Frost's injuries were less severe that the unknown boys, but even still.

Before Symone's mind could wonder any farther, she was grabbed by a police-man, and pulled over to a police car with a nervous squeak.

Aster watched Symone, and then rushed to her side, seeing the fear in her eyes.

"A-Aster,"

She grabbed onto his arm the way a small child would an older brother.

Aster looked curiously at the cop.

"I just wanted to ask the lady some questions," the cop explained carefully.

The Australian grimaced, but more because of his head-ache than the gruff cop.

Everything he saw was fuzzy, and the ringing in his ears only seemed to soften when Symone spoke.

"Do you know what happened to cause this incident?"

Symone shook her head no.

The cop looked quizzically at Aster.

"We were at a band party, and I stormed off. Nick was bringing the truck to come and get me."

The man arched an eyebrow.

"Son, is that alcohol on your breath?"

Those words made Aster stumble back a little bit.

I can't go to jail at sixteen...

"Yes, sir, it is," Symone piped up.

Aster held his breath.

"He had a bad cough earlier, so his dad gave him some whiskey to clear it up. He's big on old fashion remedies," the brunette explained, glancing up at Aster for some back-up.

"Y-yeah. I think I might be getting sick," the artist agreed.

The officer glared at the two of them dis-approvingly.

"... I don't recommend you use that remedy again."

Before things could get any worse, some fat lady cop called him over to the mini-van, leaving Symone and Aster alone for a moment.

"Nice save,"

Symone sat down on the asphalt, and put her head in her hands.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"You okay?" he asked as he sat down beside of her.

"I guess... Yeah, I'm fine. Just frazzled."

"I know whatcha mean," he sighed.

"I wish we could have a re-do on this day."

It was taking everything in his power to stay calm, and to stay seated. He would love to be looking over the ambulance-worker's shoulder, or pacing back and forth, but Symone needed him. She was trembling, tears ready to roll down her face.

It was then that he realized just how fragile she really was. He no longer saw the bright-eyed, confident "Saxophone Captain", but now saw a broken little girl. A broken little girl that needed someone stable to hold her through this, and that's exactly what he did.

He carefully put an arm around her, and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "They'll be okay, mate. They always are."

She slouched onto him, and shook her head.

"Trust me on this, okay?"

She took an unsteady breath, and moved her hand over to his leg. This action caused his foot to tap ever so faintly, which by default formed a smile on Symone's chapped lips.

"I shouldn't even be the one freaking out. I mean, it's not like I got hurt. This isn't about me."

Aster sighed, and looked Symone dead in the eyes.

"You have all the right in the world to freak out, mate. I would be too, if..."

"You weren't drunk?"

The brunette was grinning, so Aster didn't bother to argue.

"Yeah. That."

"How about we go check on our friends?" the Australian said after a while, pulling the girl up with him.

She nodded, and followed closely behind him to where Nick was sitting.

Nick grinned, seeing his old friend approaching.

"Mom's going to kill us."

Aster laughed, and sat down beside the bulky ginger.

"She's going to kill you. She's not my mum."

"Lucky."

"Aren't I always?"

Symone forced a grin.

Nick wiggled his eyebrows at Aster.

"You're girlfriend looks upset."

Aster fumbled with his words.

"We're n-not-"

"I'm fine," Symone told Nick, grabbing the stuttering Australian by the shoulder in a sad attempt to get him to shut up.

"Good to hear. Anyone see where Tooth went?"

Symone wrinkled her nose.

"Tooth?"

Aster leaned back on his palms, and remembered the day Tiana had gained that nick-name while Nick explained.

Taina was six years old at the time. She was walking hand in hand with her mother down the side of the road to visit her new neighbors, the Bunnymund's.

"Is there anyone my age over there?" she asked her mother.

"I'm not sure. I think they have a son..."

"Ew!" the small blond girl exclaimed, slinging both her and her mother's hand's in the air.

"What "Ew!"? Nick and Sandy are boys, and you like them!"

"But they're not stinky boys!"

"How do we know this one's going to be stinky?"

Tiana's face became very serious.

"Most are. I've just gotten lucky with those two."

Tiana's mother shook her head as they approached their new neighbor's fence.

As her mother waved to the lady outside working in the garden, Tiana eyed the small tanned boy laying on the sidewalk coloring. He looked about her age, with dark brown hair, and a face full of focus Soon, the two girls were invited inside, and while the women talked, Tiana looked over the boy's shoulder as he worked.

"I'm Tiana," she told him proudly.

"Emerson," he said, without looking up.

"That's a stupid name," she told him.

That made him look up quickly.

"No it's not!"

"Sure it is! What kind of name is Emerson?"

"A perfectly fine- What are you lookin' at, mate?"

Tiana was staring at Emerson's bright white teeth. She loved teeth! She loved dog teeth, and little cat teeth, and even people teeth, when they weren't too nasty!

She couldn't resist. With one hand, she reached out and put two fingers in the boy's mouth.

"W-what are you doing?!" he exclaimed, pushing her away.

"Your teeth!"

She stared at him, mystified.

"Yeah?"

"They're perfect!"

Emerson laughed a little bit.

"No they're not."

"They're not?"

"Naw. I'm missing one,"

As expected, Tiana had to look.

From that day on, whenever Emerson saw the blonder girl, he referred to her as "Tooth".

Aster re-opened his eyes, and took in the scene around him. His crush was fighting to remain calm. His friends were hurt, and he was buzzed. What more could he do than put an arm subtly around Symone, and talk to Nick until Tooth re-joined the group with a report on Sandy?

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Well, this is horribly late! Oops! Oh well...

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this a little bit! I mean, it's quite the effort! I think it's good, though. I feel so freakin' bad for Jack! But then again, it's my fault. I can't complain that much.

Luckily for you guys, the next update should be coming much sooner!

I guess that's it! Please review! Thanks for all the favs and reviews and love so far! You have no idea how much it means to me! So, please keep reviewing, and all that jazz! I love you guys! -LightIsTheKey14