I know I haven't updated in a while, but I've been writing my novel for NaNoWriMo, and I have an awful habit of editing while I write, even though I tell myself not to, so I spend hours getting just two thousand words each day, and after, I just feel plain tired so I don't update. But I managed to get ahead of schedule yesterday, meaning I could write less words, so I did and spent some time with this. I might not be able to update for the rest of this month thought, but good thing it's almost over!

Anyways,here is the next chapter!

Splat

The slime slid off of the serving spoon and slopped into my empty bowl. Furrowing my brows at the so-called "pasta" I shifted my tray further along the line, as I collected a plastic cup of vegetables and a bottle of water.

High school. It was bigger, it was filled with more people and in all, an opportune place for a prank. The summer after grade eleven, I hadn't seen Elsa much. She had been visiting relatives in Norway, and learning about her culture. The day before she left, she gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. I still remember my face going red as I felt her lips meet my pale skin. With Elsa gone, it felt as if my summer was suddenly drained away, and for once, I felt as if it were too long. There was nothing to do, I visited Flynn a couple of times, but it wasn't the same friendship as Elsa and I.

A week before grade twelve started, Elsa had come back, and was completely transformed. She had traded her signature bun for a side braid and she seemed less introverted. She smiled more often and donned a faint trace of eye shadow and lipstick. Still, she was my best friend, and we continued our easy friendship. That is, until school began.

Of course Elsa's transformation would attract wondering eyes, I admit, she looked nice, but to me she was always perfect, even with braces, no make up and a tight, elegant bun. She began attracting attention from other guys, something that completely annoyed me. I mean, I've been Elsa's best friend ever since we were like four years old, and some new shiny toy shows up and I'm now nothing?

Holding my tray, I made my way towards Elsa's table. It wasn't like me to get jealous, but here I was, angry at any flirtatious remarks that was directed towards Elsa. Sitting beside Elsa, I noticed a guy named Gaston beside her. Well, it wasn't that hard to notice, he was big, had a loud voice and wore a ridiculously obnoxious red shirt. He was sitting uncomfortably close to her, and I can overhear that they were talking about his latest football game. It wasn't that hard actually. Gaston was boasting about his stupid touchdown quite loudly. Still, I couldn't help but secretly smirked as Elsa continued reading her book, not paying attention to how nobody scores a touchdown like Gaston.

"How can you read that, it doesn't even have pictures!" Gaston looked at Elsa's uninterested face, seeming very annoyed.

"It's simple," Elsa sighed. Nothing bothered her more than being interrupted from her book, especially if it was a one she liked. I read the title, and smiled. Gaston would get it now, she was reading the Snow Queen, her absolute favorite.

"You piece together the letters, that each have a different sound associated with, and by sounding out each letter, you can form a word, which in turn forms something called a sentence. And by stringing sentences together, you can form a paragraph which conveys a message and an image that you need to decipher using and extraordinary gift that we were born with called imagination," she said, looking back at her book, "Now if you don't mind, I'd rather finish my book and exercise my intelligence in something other than inflating my own ego"

I snickered, pretending to cough as Gaston shot me a glare as he left the table, muttering something about bookworms. I left Elsa in peace, she would treat me the same way if I ever dared interrupt her from that book, except if I had chocolate, which unfortunately, I didn't. Which left me with my own thoughts again. Rapunzel was off in the art club and Merida was traumatizing a freshman for declaring that bears are unintelligent. Hiccup was somewhere and Flynn joined Rapunzel in her art club, not because he liked art, but because he liked Rapunzel.

Elsa, finishing the last chapter of her book got up and returned her tray. Even though Flynn confessed his feelings towards Punzie, I was mortified about talking to Elsa about this, and I was pretty sure she would reject me. Still, it gave me an idea.

"Hey Elsa, I was wond-" I began as Elsa and I walked outside, before I was interrupted by another guy. I was very, very annoyed now. Sure, girls flocked around me and I never felt flustered with any of them and Rapunzel called me a player a couple of times, but I swear on my blue hoodie, I never felt anything for any of the other girls. I admit that I had a few cases of puppy love and an odd celebrity crush, but those never lasted more than a month. And it was with great displeasure when I heard Elsa agreeing to tutor the same kid who just slammed into me.

"So, what were you saying Jack?" she smiled at me, making my heart flutter a bit.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out after school, but I guess your busy," I said, a bit to venomously than I intended.

Elsa, looked at me, and I could see a flash of hurt and anger, but she smiled, "Sorry Jack, I know we haven't been hanging out for a while, but I promise to make it up to you. How about tomorrow?"

I sighed, slightly deflated, "No, I have a hockey meet after school. Well, next time then"

I left, running my hand through my hair, making my way towards my class and leaving Elsa behind.

The next week, I felt a little guilty, but a bit more optimistic as Elsa and I walked home together. We were starting on our physics project, and although that wasn't my ideal idea of a romantic spot to confess my love, it seemed right.

We entered Elsa's house and both grabbed a bowl of ice cream before heading upstairs, to Elsa's room. We made a great start that day, mostly because of Elsa. Still I was there to give her moral support and refill her ice cream bowl when she finished hers. I was feeling very optimistic at that point, so as Elsa finally decided that we did enough research for that day, I decided to try my luck again.

"Anyways Elsa, do you want to grab a drink or something, and we could watch a movie?" I asked hopefully, knowing how desperate I sounded.

My heart cracked as Elsa gave me an apologetic smile, "Actually, I agreed with Hans to go to a movie with him tonight"

And with those words, I froze, feeling if my whole world was spinning out of place. Hans. The guy who knocked down Elsa's tower on the first day of kindergarten, the one who shoved her to the ground and ruined her painting. The guy who I stood up to just to make Elsa feel better. It was the last straw.

"Seriously Hans? Might I remind you who he is, or have you lost your mind?" I ground my teeth in anger and jealousy.

Elsa narrowed her eyes and folded her arms, "Yes, I remembered what he did, but he's changed now, he isn't some six year old kid anymore, unlike some people"

I exploded then, aware of my shattering heart, "Not growing up? I can't believe you Elsa! You promised to make it up to me last week, and when are you going to fulfill that promise? I never broke any of mine, and you think you can just take that for granted? You know, there are other girls too, I don't have to hang around you!"

"Then don't! I don't need an overprotective third parent who explodes over every single male I talk to!" Elsa was equally mad.

"Fine! If you want to get hurt by that bastard, that's great! But don't expect a shoulder to cry on from me! You'll see, he'll brake up with you within a week! He doesn't even care about you! Like all the other guys, they only like your pretty face!" I completely lost it on her and instantly regretted what I said, wishing that I could swallow my words. My heart broke when I saw tears forming in Elsa's eyes. I opened my mouth to apologize, but she turned away.

"I have to go," she said quietly before slipping out of her room and exiting the house.

I stood, stunned at what I just did. Not a good stunned that makes you feel giddy from excitement and high with accomplished dreams. My insides felt cold and my stomach twisted. I watched with mixed feelings as Elsa left the house, making her way down the street, all the while wiping tears from her face.

"Stupid!" I groaned as I flopped down on the floor. Great, now Elsa hates me.

I heard the light patter of footsteps coming up the stairs. Of course Anna heard the entire dispute, Mr. and Mrs. Snow weren't home yet.

"What happened?" she asked as she saw me, sprawled across the floor, staring at the ceiling, looking pretty pathetic.

"You know what happened," I sighed as I continued looking at the ceiling.

She smiled a little, "Yeah..."

I turned around and gave her a little smirk, "I guess Elsa hates me now"

"Nah, just apologize to her," she sat on Elsa's bed, stuffing her face with chocolate.

"Tough chance she'll listen. She probably doesn't even want to look at me right now," I sighed and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.

"Sure she will," Anna said between chews, "Just offer her chocolate, then she'll definitely listen"

I grinned at her, and picked myself up, "You know, for a freshman, you're pretty smart"

"Runs in the family," she stuck her tongue at me and left, making me feel lighter, and a bit optimistic.

Two days after the spat, Elsa wouldn't even look at me, walking straight past me in the hallways, ignoring my constant attempts at apologizing in class. I didn't try the chocolate technique yet, I was saving it for last. We tried concealing the argument from our parents, but one look at both of us, they knew something was off, but whenever any of them prodded, we both just gave monotone grunts. Still I kept trying to get her back.

On the fourth day, I decided to listen to Anna and went out early in the morning to buy a box of Lindor chocolates, her favorite. I was pretty hopeful as I entered school and tried to find Elsa, through the throng of people. When I finally found her, she was talking to Hans. I felt jealousy flare in me again as I watched Elsa laugh as whatever Hans was saying. That should have been me. I should have been the one to make her smile and make her happy. Unclenching my fists, I approached Elsa as Hans left.

"Elsa, I-" I began but was interrupted by a strange voice. It came from Elsa and it sounded like Elsa, but there was a coldness that I never heard before.

"Don't bother Jack," she glared at me.

"I brought you chocolates," I continued lamely, offering the bright red box.

"You think a box of chocolates is going to make up for what you said? Use your brain Frost, if you have one," she shot at me, before heading to class and left me standing alone again, completely frozen and utterly shattered.

The rest of the day just seemed to pass by me, the only thought that ran in my head was Elsa hates me. I kept chanting that over and over again, not believing those words. They couldn't be true. I was Elsa's best friend, and she was mine.

The day was over and I looked at the rejected chocolate box. Sighing, I packed it into my bag, but only after I took one chocolate out for myself. Both Elsa and Anna claimed that chocolate had healing powers, and I honestly needed some to heal my heart. I popped the light brown candy in my mouth as the sweetness invaded my mind, and for a moment eased the sick feeling in my stomach. And now I was walking home alone.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I began to walk back, to our houses, with windows facing each other so Elsa and I could signal with flashlights at night. I was startled out of my depressing thoughts by a bundle of blue and platinum blond. Elsa shot in front of me, and I knew she was crying. Turning around, I looked behind me to see the source of whatever was hurting her, but deep down, I already knew. And my eyes spotted it instantly. Under the shade of a large oak tree was Hans, and another girl, kissing. And my overprotectiveness instantly kicked in.

In my dreams, I pummeled Hans into the ground, but Elsa needed my comfort. Still the following day, Hans did get a bucket of shaving cream dumped on his head somehow...

Anyways, Elsa had already gone far ahead, but I already knew where she would be headed. Running up onto our street, I turned into Elsa's house, into the back yard, pushed a loose board to the side and wriggled through. At the bottom of the a ditch a few meters away was Elsa crouched in a ball, throwing pebbles into the small shallow pond.

"Hi," I said, approaching her. She knew I would come of course, I could tell in her eyes.

"I thought I couldn't expect a shoulder to cry on from you," she tried sounding angry, but her voice came out broken.

I just sat next to her, and enveloped her in a hug, "Perhaps, but you could always expect a hug"

She began sniffling into my hoodie, "I'm sorry, you were right about him"

I only hugged her tighter.

"I can't believe I was so blind! Why would anyone like me," she said softly.

"No, Elsa, I'm sorry too, none of what I said before was true, well, except for the Hans part, but you aren't-" I consoled her, but she pushed me away.

"No, you were right Jack, no one would ever like someone like me. I'm cold and distant. They only like my face," she was back into her huddled position.

"That's not true," I held Elsa's face in my hands, making her look into my eyes, "I love you"

I leaned down, closing the distance between us, until our lips touched. Hers were cold, but felt soft anyways. I heard a muffled croaking sound at the back of her throat, but I felt her relax after a few seconds, and she kissed me back. Although no one would believe me, that was my first kiss, and I felt fireworks shooting through my brain. I could feel myself grinning like a mad man when we broke apart.

"Oh yeah," I suddenly remembered, taking the Lindor box out of my bag," I was wondering if you still wanted these. I ate one, sorry"

She smiled at me and accepted the box and I helped her up.

"Jack"

I turned around; Elsa looked quite serious now.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for neglecting you... I can still make it up to you," she looked at me.

I grinned, "I'm sorry for saying all those lies about you. I promise I wont hurt you like that again"

I stuck up my pinkie, our old reference. She smiled and intertwined hers with mine.

"Can I still make it up to you?" she asked me, before I caught her lips in mine.

"You already did," I smirked.