Chapter 4

I don't own ROTG.

As the morning drew on, a young spirit slowly awoke from their dream induced daze. Jack's eyes glazed over in a peaceful bliss as he stretched his awakening muscles. He couldn't remember the last time he slept this good. Jack noted the presence of Aster was gone, but was replaced with something smaller. Turning slightly Jack saw a small tray, there was hot coco (Jacks favorite), and a small plate of pancakes with butter perched perfectly on top. It oozed down the sides of the batter as it melted itself into the pancakes core; strawberries were delicately placed to the side, adding cooling aroma to the warm meal. Succulent smells took to the air and played with Jacks nose as he greedily took in the sight. To the left of the plate was a small glass of orange juice; perfectly tinted with a stingily warm but bright orange hue. Underneath the glass was a midsized note, writing scribbled all over the side. Gently lifting the glass Jack pulled the paper from its captor and began to read.

Dear Jack,

Sorry but I had to run. The shop can't run itself and unfortunately I am open on Saturdays. I hope you liked what I made for you. Feel free to stay as long as you want. You know the address of my shop and my cell number right? If not they're on the back of this paper.

Love 'ya Jacky.

Aster.

Staring wide-eyed down the paper, then back to the meal placed in front of him, Jack contemplated the swarm of emotions arising within him. Aster had…made him breakfast? He's never done that before…Jack thought. Grumbling, his stomach brought Jack back from his thoughts. Glancing down to his aching tummy, Jack decided it wouldn't hurt to indulge in what Aster had made him. After all the man did go out of his way to make this for him, who would he be to deny the offer, even if he did hate him? While Jack eagerly gulped down his meal, he completely forgot about Aster calling him Jacky, or the 2 simple words singing to him on the paper.

After his stomach was rejoicing in the presence of a warm meal, Jack figured it was time to get out of bed. Gripping the bed, he stood, his stance was weak but not as feeble as yesterday. Hobbling out of the room Jack took note of the time as a clock was perched upon Asters Nightstand. 9:23. Deciding he had nothing better to do, Jack grabbed the tray and headed for the kitchen. It was the least he could do, even if he hated the man, but he had made him breakfast, so washing the plates should atone for that right? Turing on the water Jack let his hands slip over the plates as he washed them. He had no idea that he began to grab the dirty plates Aster hadn't had a chance to wash yet, and washed those as well. Before Jack knew it, he was cleaning Asters entire kitchen, Aster's bedroom, and eventually Asters entire house.

Smiling at the Job well done Jack glanced at the time. 11:33. Hmm…Jack questioned. He had nothing to do today since it was Saturday, or did he? He couldn't quite remember what, but he knew there was something. A few precious seconds later, his eyes immediately sparked open; bugging out in an unnatural manner. SHIT! What was the time again!? Jack yelled in his head. 11:35 Crap! Making sure everything was off, Jack darted for the door. Seeing his shoes placed neatly near door, he ripped them from the wooden embrace, glued his feet into them, and darted out the door; locking it and slamming it behind him. As he raced down the street he received confused looks from passers but he paid them no mind. Only one thing was on his mind at the moment. I'm going to be late!

An hour later Jack had finally made it to his destination, washed, and with just few minutes to spare; he couldn't believe how lucky he was to actually have made it. Catching his breath, Jack eagerly trudged into the auditorium. Seeing a few familiar faces, Jack's day brightened slightly. Walking up to the stage, Jack found his seat and placed his body within it. "Jack!" A bright voiced pounded from behind. Turning Jack was met with dazzling violet eyes.

"Hey Tooth." He replied while he turned and she sat in her seat next to him. She replied with her genuine smile and sparked up a small conversation between the two.

"I almost thought you were going to be late." She exclaimed.

A slight sigh of relief Jack glanced at her. "I almost did too."

"But I'm glad you made it! What would we do without our first chair?" Tooth exclaimed as she nudged Jack's ribs. Wincing and backing away, Jack shrunk in his chair with an embarrassed smile plastered on his face.

"I'm not that great tooth…" Glaring her eyes, her gazed fused into a dagger. Making her jab into his side with a sharp punch, Jack flew back instantly.

"Jackson Overland Frost!" Jack shuttered at the use of his full name. "You are the First Chair Violin Player for the Burgess Wind Ensemble, Honors Band, and Philharmonic. You. Are. An. AMAZING. PLAYER." Tooth barked as she poked Jack's chest with every word.

"Okay, okay! Calm down Tooth." Jack said as he let out a sigh filled to the brim with exhaustion and annoyance.

"GOOD! You best do well to remember that." Tooth said as her luminescent smile was brought forth once again. Pulling out their instruments, they began to tune. Strings could be extremely difficult to tune in some situations, but when done correctly, it released immense power of beauty and elegance. While he began to rosin his bow, Jack fell into his own little world. Music was his life, passion, calling; whatever you would name it, it was Jack. It filled him, made him whole, and completed that one piece of him that nothing else in this universe could fill. Tugging at the pegs, Jack began to filter through his notions of tuning; he'd play a string, and tune it while playing an A at the same time. He would adjust the string to a perfect pitch until the vibrations dispersed and the strings relaxed in harmony. Smiling to himself Jack pulled his leather folder from his bag and placed it on his stand. The burly conductor from Russia boomed to his orchestra as he charged onto the podium. His jolly attitude radiated from his essence as he smiled with wonder at the students before him. As they began to play, Jack was completely unaware of the watchful eyes gawking at him from the back row in the auditorium; smiling as Jack got up to play his blissful solo.

Using musical terms! I'm a Sax player so I'm not very good with Strings. x_x so forgive me if I get anything wrong. I Google searched the entire tuning part. x_x ALTHOUGH IN MY DEFENSE I knew some of only thing I didn't know was tuning to Harmonic Fifths. But I did know about the pegs and rosining the bow. etc. xD Anyway, I feel like I have the most evil ways of ending a chapter. I LOVE ending on cliff hangers. xD BUT I'm a hypocrite. Because I HATE when i'm reading a story and the author ends with a cliff hanger. My best friend told me this about cliff hangers and I feel I must share it.

Dear cliff hangers, you are a -

Sincerely,

How does it feel?

SIDE NOTE! I just got this idea, what if I merged my AU story, with an actual canon story of ROTG. Like what if Jack found a book in Asters house and it had to do with the Easter Bunny and Jack Frost, and the Tooth Fairy, Santa Sandman etc. xD What do you think? Also, see that review button right there? You know you want to click it, come on. Do it. You wont. You afraid? It won't bite. It's your friend. Come on, press it. :3 FEED THE REVIEW MONSTER. AS ASDK&BKAJSDB(*%2SD NOM NOM NOM NOM NO-*Noms on all your reviews*