Hey guys, okay so I looked at the total of THREE reviews on the 'what should i do' thing and I decided to give you all what you want, you guys are awesome by the way and the 'She should have sex with both of them' comments just crack me up, okay well I hope you like it! ENJOY!
~~~~~~Jack's POV~~~~~~
GODDAMMIT! GOD MOTHER FUCKING DAMMIT! I HAD HER! I had that girl! She could've been all been all mine! But no, Marshall Lee had to go and fucking kiss her! And of course she'll choose him because why would she want to be with me? I"ll never fucking age, she'll get old and I'll still look like i'm mother friggin 18 friggin damn years old! FUCK YOU MARSHALL! FUCK YOU AMY! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND BE ALL FUCKING CUTE LIKE THAT?! God! Amy just had to go and be so damn beautiful and quirky and weird and innocent and SO BLOODY CUTE! No, NO, I refuse to lose another person I care about. I will win this Marshall, you just watch me. Amy, I love you, I love you, I love you, you will be mine I promise you. But for now, I have to talk to Marshall.
~~~~~~~Amy's POV~~~~~~ "
Amy" I hear a familiar whisper above me, far too close for comfort. I open my eyes to see Jack hovering above me, his usual hoodie gone. "Jack? Jack where's your-" I start but he puts a finger to my lips. "Shh, no words tonight" He says, his voice raspy adding the strong effect of sexiness. I suddenly want to kiss him, I want to flip him onto my bed and have my way with him, and I can't stop those feelings from taking over. I lean up slightly, put my mouth on his, grab his shoulders and I pull him underneath me. I put my legs on either side of him, his tongue slips into my mouth and I hear him growl. Then, suddenly there's another voice in my ear, "so you guys started without me huh?" I stop kissing Jack, "M-Marshall?" I say. Jack growls again, "You're late mister Lee" Marshall pulls me off of Jack and kisses the boy on the neck, "Sorry to keep you waiting Frost, I'll make it up to you I promise." 'Wait… what the fuck?' I think to myself, 'did that seriously just happen?' "Amy," Jack turns to me, "You don't have to choose," "Yeah darlin'," Marshall moves onto the bed shredding his shirt, "We can share." Marshall grabs Jack's thigh. Then, all of a sudden, there are two teenage boys ripping off my clothes. Marsh claims my lips while Jack takes care of my… well… "Oh god…" I moan. "OH JACK!" I scream and... I'm alone in my room. The sun is shining through the curtains of my window. What the hell? Oh… oh god… did I just? Did I just have a dream like that? With Marshall and Jack? Jesus Amy what the fuck is wrong with you?! I get up and try to shake off the dream but oh god is that hard, I take off my pajama shirt and shorts to put on real clothes and my fingers are between my legs thinking about it. It takes me like an hour just to put on a shirt. I barely make it through my classes. I just keep thinking about it. Not just about the sex or whatever it was but about the 'you don't have to choose' part. I didn't realize until now that I do actually have to choose. I can't just have a threesome relationship with Marshall and Jack (no matter how amazing it would be) I have to pick one of them. I mean, they both like me, and I like both of them…But…who do I like more? I mean, Jack is… He's Jack Frost, how much cooler can someone get? But also he's like, he's funny and he like cares about me and stuff (and I can guess he'd be amazing in bed, judging not from the dream but his abilities that he revealed to me when we made out that one night before I got sick to make my breasts feel like the best thing ever created with just his hands). But Marshall has been my crush for the longest time. He's like my best friend, he's sexy as fuck maybe even more so than Jack is) and he's funny and sweet and charming and you know what? Marshall and Jack are just so damned similar! How could I ever choose between them?!
~~~~~Marshall's POV~~~~~~
Jack shows up at my house around 3:30, an hour after school got out and insists we talk before he answers any questions like 'how the fuck do you know where I live?!' He just marches right in. He says "It's about Amy." before disappearing into my kitchen. I follow him and ask, "Is something wrong?" He has his head buried in my refrigerator, "Strawberries, Cranberry Juice, Red Velvet cheesecake? Why is everything red?" I shrug, "It's a weird diet my sister is making us go on, now what were you saying about Amy?" He pulls out the cake and starts stuffing pieces in his mouth, "You have a sister? What's her name? How come I've never heard of her?" I glare at him, "It's Marcy, you haven't heard about her because I don't particularly like you if you haven't noticed so why would I share my personal life with you" He shrugs and starts looking around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, "Where are your parents?" He asks, mouth full of my food. "Nowhere," I deadpan and he raises an eyebrow at me questioningly, "They're gone." I'm not going to explain more to this bastard, "why are you here?" He ignores me, "so it's just you and your sister then?" I follow him into the living room, "Our godparents stop in from time to time to see how we're doing" He nods, "Amy told me about that, they work at the Ice Palace Cafe right? The ice king and queen or whatever they call themselves?" I nod but I'm done with this shit, I grab the cake from him and look him dead in the eye, "What. Do. You. Want?" His gaze doesn't falter from mine and nor does mine from his, "I saw you." I don't speak. "I saw you and Amy last night," He says after a moment, "kissing… She has to choose." I take a step back still looking at his eyes. "She's not going to do it without help red-boy," He says, "So…" He doesn't talk for a couple seconds, "So…?" I prompt. "So let the games begin." He starts toward the door, breaking the stare. "Amy isn't a game." I say. He glances at me, "I am aware of that Marshall Lee. Amy is a beautiful girl that I hope to make my own and I am also aware that you won't back down from her, neither will I. So, as I said earlier:..." I cut him off, "let the games begin." He leaves.