A Highschool story4
Hiccup came home late that night. Climbing up a tree, and through his bedroom window two stories high. He didn't bother changing into his pajamas, the drawers were loud as they opened and his father's room directly was below. He winced outwardly at the thought of the scolding he would receive from his father.
Leaving his boxers be, he took off his shirt and pants and crashed into bed.
An hour of sleep later, he awoke to the sound of tapping on his window. Groggily, Hiccup sat up, staring at his alarm clock to gather his bearings.
2:31
The tapping jolted him out of his tired daze, and he jumped with a high pitched yelp and turned on a lamp.
Wincing at the continual noise, Hiccup clumsily tiptoed to his window to see Jack's face. He opened it, and hissed,"Jack! What are you doing here? Do you know how late it is?" Jack smirked and said,"I got in a fight with one of my guardians, so I left." He pushed Hiccup aside and gracefully jumped into the room, not making a sound. Hiccup shut his window as silently as possible and turned to see Jack sitting on his desk. He placed a hand on his temple and said,"wait a minute, you fought with one of your parents-"
Jack interrupted, his voice stern,"guardian. They're not my parents."
Hiccup had an annoyed expression mixed with disbelief as he continued,"ok, guardian. So you just left!? How are you even allowed to do that?"
Jacks fingers twitched and he began swinging his legs childishly, his posture humorously proud and his whispering voice annoyed. "They can't stop me! Geez! I change sides and they think they run my life. Change my clothes, take my staff, make me go to school. GAH! Just because their a few centuries older they think-"
"Centuries?" Hiccup queried, just over a whisper, interrupting Jacks quiet mumbling. The white haired teen realized that he wasn't alone and his blue eyes widened. "Um..ever heard of sarcasm Haddock?"
Hiccup rolled his eyes skeptically, still thinking that Jack was hiding something. 'Then again', Hiccup mused, 'he does bleach his hair.' He shook some sleep out of his eyes and asked,"so you came here?"
Jack, relieved for the subject to be dropped, flashed his lopsided grin and said,"yeah, figured I could stay here for the night."
Hiccup, despite telling himself not to be a push over, took a blanket off his bed and set it on the floor, smoothing out the wrinkles. He then tossed Jack a pillow, turned off the lamp and whispered grudgingly,"only for tonight." In the dark, Hiccup could see a flash of white from Jack's smile. "Thanks man." The blue eyed boy said, laying causally down in feigned comfort. Hiccup again rolled his eyes and got back into bed, scolding himself for not telling his strange friend to leave.
Silence filled the air and they both found that they weren't tired. Letting curiosity get the best of him, Hiccup quietly questioned,"hey Jack?" A responsive grunt reached his ears.
Unable to contain himself, he blurted it out. "Why do you bleach your hair?" Quiet, almost ironic laughter came out of Jack in quickened breaths. "I-I don't know how to respond to that Haddock." Jack propped himself up on an elbow, looking up at his friend. He shook his head and with another laugh he said,"I don't bleach my hair, it's naturally white."
It was Hiccup's turn to sit up, disbelieving. "So are you like, albino or something?" Jack laid back down, his teeth gleaming in the dark. "Or something." Hiccup took the hint and dropped the subject, running their conversation through his head. The more he talked with Jack, the stranger he seemed.
Jacks chortle distracted Hiccup from his thoughts. "What?" He asked, not liking to be kept in the dark. "Nice boxers." Hiccup's face heated up and he realized that he was wearing his dragon print boxers. "So you like dragons.." Jack continued, extracting a reaction from the embarrassed Viking. "Well! What's wrong with liking dragons?" Hiccup snapped, not liking Jacks tone. "I'll have you know, these are collectibles!" Smirking, Jack said,"are they now?" Hiccup was too riled to even notice the sarcasm. "Yes!"
He turned on the lamp and gestured to a wall of trophies and medals, hissing; "The video game Berk awarded me with these." He couldn't help the tinge of pride underlining his voice at mention of the awards. Jack, who knew next too nothing about video games, sincerely asked, "how do you get awards for staring at a digital screen?" 'And why was one underwear?' He thought with half lidded eyes.
Hiccup snorted and said,"they have competitions, and I changed the game."
Jack's confused stare didn't falter at this explanation and the Viking cautiously continued. "The original objective if the game was too kill dragons, find the nest, and kill some more. I not only was the first to find the nest, but I didn't kill one dragon. I found a glitch in the game and used it to my advantage. I trained them. And I found the deadliest dragon on the game, and trained that first."
He pointed to a poster that had a black dragon on it, and a gaming avatar riding it. Jack nodded at it and said,"is that your person?"
"You mean my avatar, yeah it is. No one knows who the real person is who changed the game; except for the game makers, you, and me, but I asked them to keep it secret. If people at school found out, my life would be over." He turned out the lamp and muttered,"I still get the prizes though."
Jack chuckled, and mumbled quietly enough for Hiccup to barely catch it, "you're life would be over?"
That morning Hiccup awoke to Jack's blue eyes. He quickly sat up, "Jack!?" He moved to let the Viking rise and prompted,"come on! We need to go pick up Punz." Clothes were thrown at him and Hiccup clumsily adorned them, sleep thickening and slowing his movements. Slinging his book bag over his shoulder, Hiccup rubbed his eyes and muttered,"I don't know how he can be so damn energetic in the morning."
Jack slipped gracefully through the window, climbing down the tree without hesitance. "Hurry Haddock!" He called, the early morning's gray light dulling his features.
After closing his window, Hiccup followed suit, albeit slower, all the while mumbling about his homework unfortunately being incomplete, due to a certain blue eyed teen.
They made better time than yesterday, and with a cold wind at their backs, Hiccup followed the bright white of Jack's head. He seemed to belong there, in the woods with foggy white frost coating the fallen leaves. The sun had barely risen when they reached the house, the pale yellow sky peaking through the thick tree branches above them.
Jack rapped at the door, and almost immediately a flash of blonde hair tackled him onto the ground. "JACK! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Rapunzel squealed, having landed on him in their fall. He lay on his back, his hands somehow clasped with his female friend's, who's nose was touching his. Her endless golden locks settled around them, their hue still vibrant in the dim light. "This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!" She squealed, almost shaking with excitement. She pressed herself closer to him in a make shift hug, giggling, not noticing the light blush color his pale cheeks.
Recovering from his initial shock Jack grinned, opened his mouth to speak, and Hiccup cleared his throat, destroying the moment. Rapunzel, completely oblivious to how awkward it was, chirped,"hi Hiccup! I didn't know you were there!" Jack grunted and got out from under her, offering his hand to pull her up, the rosy flush to his pale cheeks darkening. The tint dove further down the spectrum when the oblivious female queried,"Jack are you getting sick?" He shook his head in denial as the blonde felt for his temperature. Hiccup pretended to be fascinated with a piece of peeling paint on the railing, only making the tension grow.
"Lets go," Jack breathed, standing deliberately away from Rapunzel. The girl took off ahead of them, similar to an excited dog; never strayed to far, but always jumping and sticking their nose in everything. Her pleasant, light voice drifted through the forest as she sang, and greeted anything that moved.
Hiccup glanced over to Jack and saw that the taller boy wore a small smile on his face, and was watching Rapunzel with amusement.
"Jack," he started, hands clutched to his book bag straps. Jack wore his with disregard, the top unzipped and one strap hanging free completely. His posture was uncaring, as if it were a burden to carry anything, and his discontent with the matter was a form of protest. The white haired teen turned to Hiccup, still with a soft smile and answered,"hmm?" The brunet, refusing to make eye contact, swiveled his head forward and said,"I was thinking..-"
"that's never a good sign." Jack interrupted, his gentle expression twisting into mirth.
Hiccup snorted, his face heating, and said,"whatever. I was trying to ask you where you're from." With a sideways glance and narrowed green eyes, Hiccup watched Jack's face fall.
He shook his stark white hair, masking his solemn expression like before. "I'm from Burgess Pennsylvania."
For some reason, this struck the Viking as odd, but before he could mention it the wind blew cold and hard, slowing Hiccup's steps and forcing his eyes shut.
He fumbled, hunching his shoulders over in an attempt to resist the bitter blast. As it died down, he pried his chilled eyelids open, ignoring the stinging prickle he felt in his ears and the thick, numbness in his face. Apparently the wind didn't bother Jack, who had caught up with Rapunzel and was talking with her. They stopped walking and Jack expressively yelled,"hurry up Haddock!" Turning on his heel and waving his free arm.
Hiccup shook off clinging suspicions from his mind and ran to them. He did, however, make note of Jack's relieved, almost satisfied smirk.
Walking into the high-school's main office Hiccup felt unease build in his stomach. Rapunzel had scampered ahead again, her excitement too much for her to handle. School hadn't yet started, the parking lot littered with the faculty and staff's cars, most students having yet to arrive. He elbowed his determined, yet at ease friend and whispered,"what's your plan?" He comically lifted his eyebrows as Rapunzel hurriedly scampered to the desk, the violet hem of her gown dancing around her bare feet. Jack simply smirked, then stood next to the blonde who needed all her will power not to yell at the reading office lady.
The young woman was tan with long, silky black hair that draped dramatically over her shoulders, cascading down in perfectly straightened ringlets. Her clothes were elaborate and exotic, filled with vibrate colors and layers of gold stitched fabric that fell on one another in a "V" fashion. The eccentric attire was accented by her heavy, lobe-stretching earrings, which were overlapping plates of gold embedded with emeralds, skidding her shoulder as she turned her head, which was ornamented with a golden headband finely crafted of intertwining lacy wires. Her dark lashes fluttered as she read, eyes hidden beneath thick lashes dart back and forth the dusty novels pages.
Just when Hiccup was about to speak Jack cleared his throat, a sly smirk curling the corners of his mouth. Hiccup was startled by the woman's lavender eyes, which never seemed to focus on one thing for a moment, remembering details like a blind man blessed with sight. Those knowing eyes took in the three, and a small, clever smile grew. "Hello Jack." She said, closing her enormous book and pushing it to the side.
Clasping her small, jeweled hands atop the desk, she continued,"we missed you at dinner last night."
Hiccup's suspicious gaze flashed to Jack, who didn't look happy in the least. Once again, Jack covered his discomfort with a simper, his gaze cold and defiant. "You know how I am Tooth, I just can't seem to sit still long enough for a meal."
The room grew thick with tension, clogging the air through forced pleasantries. Unbeknownst to her, Rapunzel saved them from the fate of an awkward social situation, innocently asking,"do you know her?" The ice shattered, and Hiccup let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Jack's gaze shifted to the shorter girl, and his smile became genuine. "How rude of me," he slyly apologized, blue eyes causally narrowed. Waving his arms with bravado, he said with a wink,"Lord Hiccup and Lady Rapunzel, may I introduce you to her majesty Toothina," he paused, his eyes darkly glinting with mischief under the heavy pressure of her disapproving scowl. "Or should I say, mom."
The revelation startled Hiccup, considering Jack's pale skin tone and his hair and...everything about them was different. 'Also,' Hiccup noted, 'she looks to be a only few years older.' He remembered something Jack said the night before;
"I change sides and they think they run my life. Change my clothes, take my staff, make me go to school. GAH! Just because their a few centuries older they think-"
Despite what his relatives thought, Hiccup wasn't a fool. Even after knowing Jack for barely over a day, he already suspected the teen was hiding something. Little off hand comments Jack made were assessed and noted in Hiccup's mind, stored for later connections. He found the sent, and was on his way to solving the mystery behind Jackson Overland Frost.
"Haddock." Jack stated, interrupting Hiccups personal narration. The brunet shook himself back to reality, turning himself to the source of the voice. The two were in between the doorway, Jack holding forms and Rapunzel putting on white flats. "Where.." Hiccup queried, his eyebrows raised. Rapunzel managed to slip them on without falling, albeit having to grab Jack's arm to do so. The blonde then cheerily explained,"Jack's mom gave us forms, and informed me of schools dress code. She then gave me these shoes.."
She solemnly but pointedly nodded at her feet. "I don't really care for them." Jack snorted, his arms crossed. "That's soft serving it." He too wore shoes, his white Chuck Taylor's having blue snowflakes stitched into them.
Hiccup grinned, then teased,"did your mommy make them for you?" The teen rubbed his head, saying,"Nah, my dad's employes did. Thought I'd like them or somethin-"
"EEEEEEEKK!" A loud screech stopped him mid-sentence and startled the pair. They whirled around to find Rapunzel cowering behind her shaking frying pan, her teeth gritted and green eyes wide.
The object of her terror was a taller woman in white with a netted mask, red frizzy hair pulled back in a messy bun. She carried a thin sword strapped to her waist, her hands firmly on her hips.
An accented albeit muffled voice resonated from the mask, and Rapunzel, backing up, snarls,"don't you use witch craft on me fiend!" Her fear was still evident, but the shaking had stopped.
The woman reached behind her and unclasped the mask, revealing a soft, round face that was sharpened by an upturning, freckle-speckled nose. Fierce blue eyes under thinned eyebrows made for an elegant yet ruthless face, which likely, along with the hair, was an expression of the girls untamable personality.
She clasped the mask to her belt, saying,"don't ye wave yur pan at me, an'im no witch lass. I swear, people get crazier ev'r day."
Rapunzel lowered her only weapon, curiosity overruling her caution. "You're not a ruffian?" She seemed shocked, but not as badly as the fencer.
"Wha!? Ruffian? No, I don ev'n know wha tha's. No mattr, meh names Merida." She held out her hand, and the blonde eyed it cautiously. Jack smirked, saying,"it's called a hand shake Punz, remember what I taught you?" The girl blushed lightly, then flipped a strand of hair from her shoulder, taking Merida's hand and firmly shaking it.
With one eyebrow raised, the Scottish teen peered around Rapunzel, saying,"tha's alot o'hair.." The blondes locks hadn't faired well during her trek through the the woods, the bright golden hue dulled in its matted, twig infested state. Twisted and knotted, her hair wove around them and littered the floor.
Her blue eyes more curious, Merida's gaze flashed to the trio's faces and she said,"why don' you braid it?" The blonde put a slim finger to her lips in thought, pondering the idea while the boys winced and mumbled a half-hearted excuse. "We didn't think of that."Jack laughed.
'or think of her hair at all.' Hiccup shuffled his feet, embarrassed.
"Boys," Merida muttered, gathering up Rapunzel's hair. "They can ne'vr do anithang right."
I only have one question this time:
Where should they live?