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Chapter seven: To see again

"My boyfriend went and dumped me
The rat-face that he is
No ifs or buts no long goodbye
Just left me in a tizz

Oh I know the sort of thing he'll say
The rubbish we all hear
"It isn't you that caused the split
It's me please have no fear"

Of course he wont say what he means
The actual reason why!
He thinks by talking out his bum
He won't cause me to cry

But cry I will most every day
Because that's what we all do
It's not as if the rat was cool
Friends he had but few

I cry because he broke my heart
And that takes time to heal
I won't miss him forever though
The wound will slowly seal

And when it does off I'll go
And find another man
A man that treats me with respect
And loves me all he can

So just for now I'll take it slow
And let my confidence rise
I have to think that men are rats
Until proved otherwise.

And the main thing to remember here
And never wax and wane
Once your heart is broken
It will never be the same

But just look out and watch me close
Cause I'm now a different girl
I will never date a swine again
Cause I'm a shining pearl"

-Dumped jack frost, poemhunter

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Two day's had passed since the first "date", as Jamie had secretly begun to call them, and all appeared well. Despite this, this slight peace that enveloped the town, he knew he couldn't hide from the truth for long…but he didn't want to face it. Face the fact that all those who'd tried to beat him suddenly vanished, face the fact that everyone seemed so, so sad, and those eyes, the eyes of his precious frost, they appeared so…wrong? No, that wasn't right, it wasn't Jack's eyes that where wrong…it was the thing peering out from them, deep in the center.

What could it possibly be, this demon that had squirmed its way into Jack's heart, or maybe, it was a reflection of Jamie's own heart? Perhaps both?

Nonetheless, Jamie was bound and determined to make the most of the day.

"Cupcake," he whispered into the phone, "Cupcake, can you get ready in say," he looked at the clock, "five hours?"

"Five hours?" the girl, his best friend, sobbed.

"Yeah," he sighed softly, "I'll ask my mom to pick you up."

"If…if she says no?"

Jamie couldn't help but laugh, his mother, say no to such a simple request? "She'll defiantly say yes. Oh, and Cupcake?"

"…?"

"You should also pack a barf bag."

"Why?"

Ah, there was the girl he remembered, demanding and bossy.

"Just do it," he laughed before hanging up, smiling as she screamed for him to wait.

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Jack, who'd usually be off by night, out delivering winter to other portions of the world, for some reason decided to also stay at Jamie's house. His eyes widening as Cupcakes name passed through Jamie's lips. A sparkle of hope and happiness shimmered in his majestic eyes, though dampened by a thin cloud of resignation.

He would have asked why, would have asked if Jack had known her in some way, but the sound of a car pulling up silenced him, and the look on Jack's face as he fled to Jamie's room before his mother walked into the room almost made him laugh, was the Snow Prince really this shy?

"Jamie," called Mrs. Bennett as she lugged in a suitcase with far more ease then expected (maybe it had something to do with all the maces she left around the house?). "A little help please."

Laughing, joy swelling up as a grand feeling of nostalgia ran through his system, having Cupcake and Jack so near causing ripples of memory to flash before his eyes of snow and laughter, shadows and sledding, and, strangely enough, a couch…"Coming mom!"

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Usually, it wouldn't have taken till twelve at night to have all of Cupcakes things set in the quest room; then again, it was also usually the movers that his father hired that did this sort of thing. And it didn't help that an awkward silence had fallen upon the group when Jack had tried to calmly walk down the stairs—but the way his hands fidgeted with his staff gave him away.

The looks on everyone's faces would have made Jamie's day if they had simply encompassed surprise or awe. But his mother's eyes, though she tried to hide it, where filled with an animalistic fear, and Cupcakes face was a mixture of surprise, her eyes shimmering as if they'd finally seen a long lost friend, and yet her eyes also held pity, until they slowly slide, as if following some sort of invisible line, over to Jamie, her eyes widening with fear enough for ten as he caught the reflection of a dark shadow clinging to his form before it vanished.

Jack, being Jack (The usually energetic and bouncy spirit), made a fantastic display of himself, suddenly jumping into the air, twisting and flipping, before he landed with one foot on a random chair in the room. Alas, it was the broken one, and he wound up falling. The laughter dispersed what was left of the shadow that clung like a deep seated depression. And Jack made sure to help, always doing something ridiculous (like balance a suitcase on his head) whenever the atmosphere would dampen.

In the end, they three of them, his mother, Cupcake, and himself, wound up rolling on the floor far more often than they actually moved things.

And when they were finished, his mother and Cupcake chatting away with Jack, their initial fears completely forgotten, Jamie couldn't help but feel accomplished…if a little jealous.

Ah, the feeling, a sudden spark behind his eyes, caused Cupcake to stiffen, and his mother to suddenly propose dinner (something they had forgotten long ago).

Jack, however, simply smiled, a kind, sad smile, his eyes glancing over and looking directly over his shoulder, something the Winter Spirit did often, but he'd never noticed before.

"Jamie," he called, once again somehow in front of him in a mere matter of seconds, "didn't you call Cupcake over to talk about something?"

Something? Ah, yes, Cupcake was crying because….because her boyfriend had lied to her…

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It wasn't much of a surprise that Jack could throw the two with ease into Jamie's room, and it wasn't all that surprising when he iced them in, it was surprising, however, how warm the room was, despite the fact that it had just housed the Winter Spirit.

"So," Jamie began with a cough, sitting on his bed, staring directly into his friend's eyes, which didn't flinch with fear this time, as she sat on the fuzzy carpet, "why did you date this idiot in the first place?"

Normally, a girl would have slapped him, but he'd been friends with Cupcake long enough to know that being straightforward was always best; otherwise she'd get annoyed, and really would punch your face in.

"He called me pretty," was her honest reply, shame evident in her eyes, "he was the only one, besides my mother, who'd ever said that to me."

Taking a deep breath, she continued, tears spilling down her face, Jack's presence no longer there to damped her pain, "I…I had trusted him, I had acc…accepted his request to…to…date," she snarled, "in the end…I invited him…o…over. He stole my ice sculpture!"

Ah, the strange piece of artwork that they'd found as kids, laying harmlessly in the snow, it's form shimmering, begging for Cupcake to pick it up, it had been on the day Cupcake's father had died, the student's joking that he'd got into the accident because he'd been distracted by her ugly face. She'd almost killed someone that day, but the sculpture, beautiful, innocent, had caught the sun's rays at just the right moment, before her fist came down. It had called her, Jamie had heard it, the voice of the wind as it tugged and pulled at their forms, take it, the winter had called, and she did.

"When I found out," she continued, "I beat his snobby little face in!"

The sinister smile that graced her lips would have disturbed him, should have, but he only found pleasure in knowing the idiot had got his just disserts.

"But", she sniffed, "he had only done it on a dare! People where daring him to steal my precious sculpture! They dared him to date me!"

Without a thought, without a care, Jamie drew his sobbing friend into a hug, letting her weep into his chest as he petted her messy, oily hair. "It's alright," he whispered into her ear, the room's lights flickering slightly as the shadows once again crawled along the walls of his room, eyes tinted slightly red, "you can stay here, they'll never hurt you again."

Although Jamie's hug was warm, although his voice soft and comforting, Cupcake felt a chill, the winter, the wrong winter, the horrid demonic one, it was here.

And she was scared.

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A/N: I both loved writing this chapter, and loathed it, I can't help but feel as if it's crappy, but I can't find anything I'd change. Anyway, thank you all for making it through the last chapter *laughs* none of you answered my question, but that just means I'll take that option in my own hands now. Also, the amount of jack frost poems is running low, so I might have to switch to someone else. Beyond that, as always, remember the magic number.