As always, I wrote this with my writing buddy Jarjarblinx1. And she ahs a message for you:

Hey everyone, Jarjarblinx1 here again with my lovely Pitch! Since it's my birthday today, I thought my co-author and I would give you another chapter! Oh joy. Shut up Pitch. Since so many of you have been leaving great reviews, I thought I'd respond to a few. Voices of Mars, don't worry, you won't be disappointed ;) I love me some Pitch, so I won't let him get beat. Better not. I'm too incredibly sexy to be dumped. Yeah yeah. GreatDarkNoodleKing, I don't like him either, but hey, his inspiration isn't likeable so it works haha. To everyone who said they love this story (so many that it would take forever to name) much love and cookies to you! Thank you.

Tooth screamed and ran into Jack's room, jumping on the bed. "Jack! You'll never guess what Sandy just asked me!"

Jack groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the blanket over his head. "I don't care, Tooth. It's eight in the morning, and all I care about is getting back to my dreams."

Tooth pulled the blanket off his head and rained kisses all over his face. Jack groaned and pushed his sister away, but he sat up. "Fine, alright. What did the Sand man say?"

"He invited us to an art show! All of us! Tonight! Oh, Jack, we can go can't we?"

"You can. Pitch is probably going to be there, and I really don't want to see him ever again."

Tooth leaned forward and gave him a saucy look. "You can invite Bunny..."

Jack looked up, suddenly interested. "Well, maybe I can convince Dad to drag Mum, April and Jules out. Jamie will come, no doubt. It'll be nice to spend more time with Bunny."

"You like him, don't you? You like Bunny."

Jack blushed, but he managed to look his sister in the eye. "Yeah. I think...I do. I think I like Bunny."

"Jack!" Tooth flung herself at Jack, wrapping her arms around his neck. He laughed and hugged her back.

Pitch spun around, a look of shock on his face. His hair was not slicked back today, so it hung down in his eyes, giving him a wild look. "Sandy! How could you?!"

Sandy sat in his chair, swinging his legs. "I wanted to have my own art show. Don't blame me for being influenced by you and wanting to show myself off."

"I have no problem with you wanting to show your work. But why did you invite them? You know how I feel about that person, and now he's coming here. How could you?"

"First off, why would I not invite the girl I'm trying to impress? And if it makes her feel more comfortable, of course I'm going to invite her family. Besides, I think that the best way for you to get over whatever you're feeling towards Jack is to see him again. You need closure for whatever this is, and I really think you should talk to him again."

Pitch ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back on his head, away from his face. "I can't, Sandy. I don't know what it is I feel, and he hates me enough as it is. I don't want to risk saying something I might regret."

Sanderson sighed. "Fine. It's your choice, whether you come or not. But I would really enjoy having my best friend come support me...and possibly get some things off his mind so he stops being a buzz kill every day."

"I'm a buzz kill? Sandy, that hurts." Pitch clutched at his chest and staggered a bit, causing his friend to laugh loudly. Pitch stopped and smiled at his friend. As much as he really didn't want to go tonight, he was certain there was very little he wouldn't do for his friend.

Jack listened to the voice coming through his Bluetooth. "Come on, Aster. Please come with us?"

"Why would you invite me, after I told you what happened between him and I?"

"Because Tooth is making me go, and I figured we could hang out and not bother with him. I'm going for Tooth and Sandy." He heard noises on the other end of the line. "Please, Aster? I'd really love to spend some more time with you."

"I..." There was was some indiscernible grumbling. "Fine. Maybe I'll come. Maybe "

Jack pumped his fist, jumping into the air in excitement. "Okay! I'll see you tonight!" They said their goodbyes, and the white haired man went back to his painting with a renewed spirit.

Jack looked around at all the sculptures. He had to admit, Sandy had some amazing talent. He walked up to one of the sculptures, looking up at the towering piece with wide eyes. "Wow..." he gasped. "Damn, Tooth. How does your boyfriend even reach that high, when he's so short?" he chuckled.

The brunette instantly blushed. "He's not my boyfriend..."

"Might as well be. It's clear he likes you." He shrugged. "Just don't be surprised when mum decides to play matchmaker and force the two of you together." Jack looked back up at the enormous pirate ship in front of them, marveling at the amount of details and the realness of it all. He felt like he could climb aboard it at that very moment and it would be ready to set sail. "But the guy is seriously talented."

"Yes, my friend does have his talents." Jack spun around, coming face to face with none other than Pitch Black. "Hello, Jack. It's been...a while."

"Not long enough, if you ask me."

"I suppose I deserve that. After all, I only told you the truth and insulted you. New artists are always so sensitive to criticism. I should have been mindful of that."

Jack scoffed. "You know, you just keep digging your own grave. Problem is, I'm reluctant to take the shovel from you. I only listen to you, because I know the faster you dig, the faster you go away."

"Perhaps you only misunderstand me. An artist doesn't truly improve with only accolades and compliments. An artist needs to be able to handle the criticisms, as harsh as they may seem, and use them to become stronger."

"But when someone insults and criticizes without taking the time to get to know the artist, that's just being rude. You don't know me, Black. Don't expect me to listen to what you have to say, because you don't know me or my work."

Pitch leaned back, crossing his arms. Jack shivered a little, when Pitch smiled, but he hid it well. "I'm going to take that as an invitation to spend more time with you. To learn your work and you as an artist. As you suggested, of course."

"Don't. I don't want you to know me or my work. Just leave me alone. I really don't need you or your damn arrogant, egotistical self in my life anyway."

"What a mouth you have, Jack Frost. It really is too pretty a mouth to speak such vulgar language." Pitch smiled even more, when he noticed the light blush on the younger man's face.

"And you're really too straight to be saying my mouth is pretty." Jack turned to look at Tooth. "Shall we find Sanderson for you?"

The siblings walked off, leaving behind a confused Pitch. Of course I'm straight. Pitch thought. I had a wife. I have a daughter. I can't...I can't be gay. Especially for a spoiled child like Jack Frost. Pitch ran a hand over his eyes and turned his back on the retreating figures of the siblings. "I do not have feelings for Jack Frost."

About halfway through the show, Jack found himself very bored. He could see that Tooth and Sandy were excitedly whispering to each other in a corner, and his mother was having a fit about how cute they looked together. He caught his father's eye and shrugged, earning a shrug in return. Jack didn't realize that he too was being watched. Two golden eyes looked intently at him from across the room.

Pitch leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was unsure of what he felt, but he couldn't help it when his eyes instantly sought out the head of snow-white hair and those bright blue eyes. Pitch could see in his head so many paintings he would create with the vision of this boy in his head. And if maybe a naughty thought or two crept in, Pitch ignored it and put it down to exhaustion.

Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket, sending yet another text to Aster. Where are you? Are you coming? As the night had gone on, he lost count of how many texts he'd sent to the Australian artist. Despite how many he'd sent, he hadn't gotten a single reply. When another ten minutes had passed, he pulled out his phone again, this time just deciding to call the man. He started talking to the voicemail, when it sounded off. "Hey, Bunny. It's me. Jack. Sooo...I really wish you would answer my messages. I wish you were here." He sighed. "Tooth's with Sanderson, Dad is keeping Jamie to himself, Mum is too busy fretting over how cute Tooth and Sandy are, and April won't stop talking to Jules for more than ten seconds. That only leaves me and you-know-who, and you know I'd rather give up art than have to talk to him again. I just wish you were here. I'm so bored, and...well, just call me back? Bye..."

The twenty-five year old hung up on the call, putting his phone back in his pocket dejectedly. With another sigh, Jack started wandering around again, aimlessly admiring Sanderson's fantastical sculptures as he went. He didn't notice that his conversation had been overheard. Pitch leaned heavily against the wall and clutched his chest. It hurt that Jack was clearly very close to Bunny. Jack smiled, when he was around the other man. Jack was happier.

Pitch was jealous of the Australian. Stalking off, he didn't see when Sandy came running up to him. "Pitch! Tooth and I are bored! We were thinking of possibly saving some friends from this snooze fest and maybe going to a club. You in?" Pitch looked down at his friend and nodded. He was desperately hoping that the awful, pounding music would maybe drown out his thoughts. For one blessed moment, he wanted to be free from his thoughts and feelings for Jack Frost,

Jack was marveling at a detailed sculpture a group of children having a snowball fight. Something about the expressions on their faces made him smile. They looked like they were having so much fun. He was still admiring it, when Tooth came over to him. "A few of us are going to go to a club. Do you want to come?"

He thought about it for a moment. Alcohol sounded rather appealing at the moment. Maybe it would be nice to have a distraction from Bunny and Pitch... "Sure. Can I bring Jamie too?"

The brunette nodded her head with a bright smile. "Of course. I'll go tell Sanderson that you guys are going to come. Be ready in...let's say 5 minutes?" Jack nodded and went off to drag his cousin away from the rest of his family. He needed at least one person there who wasn't part of the lovey duo and wasn't Pitch.