It was now the second free period of the day, right before we get to go home. Where was Jack you ask? He was late, as I expected, but what I didn't expect was for him not to be in the whole day. I stood there, in front of the red doors, back against the walls, frowning heavily at the wall opposite wall. Why did I ever expect him to be on time? And yet, despite my frustration, I could not leave him behind, for the door was locked, and Miss Potts refused to open it for some reason unknown to me.

"So, why won't you open this damn door, Miss Potts?" I looked over at her, my scowl heavy with annoyance.

She looked up slowly, her face calm, "Because, I made a deal, don't worry he assured me he would be in today."

Why does everyone always feel the need to be as cryptic as humanly possible? It was really annoying, not to mention useless, half the time the answer was so obvious, but not this time. Who would make a deal with her, I'm the only student who really talks to her, or at least I used to.

"You're going to make me late, you know that right?" I questioned her, hoping for her to concede and let me past.

"Well, not by that much, here comes my partner now," She looked out towards the glass doors, and there was Jack, running up the path, looking slightly exhausted. He stopped half way along the path, bending over to rest his arms on his knees for support. After regaining his breath, he slowly walked the rest of the way.

He opened the door in a bit of a hurry, not realising that it was a push door, and not a pull one. It was quite comedic, or at least it would be if my time wasn't being wasted. Miss Potts looked over at him, smiling brightly, strange, she never smiles like that at students other than me.

"Your late, just as I thought Jack, I up kept my end of the deal, now you keep yours," again with the cryptic sayings.

"Thanks Miss P," her gaze hardened a bit at the nickname, she always was a professional woman at heart.

He turned from her, walking over to me nonchalantly, as if he had done nothing wrong.

"Hey, Hicc-"

"You're late."

He recoiled a bit, what was he hoping for? Me to thank him for wasting my time?

"And yet you still waited."

"I had no choice, Miss Potts wouldn't open the door."

He looked over at her, giving her a cheeky smile, then turned back to me, "Yeah, that was my fault again, she asked me to do something, and I agreed, if she held you here in the case of me being late."

He scratched the back of his head nervously, giving me another grin, I did not return it.

I sighed grumpily, turning back to the woman who was now in my bad books, "Right, can we go now?"

She nodded, clicking a button which unlocked the door. I walked through it quickly, not holding it for Jack.

We walked down the corridor quietly, at least until we got to the corner, that's when Jack spoke up.

"Sorry I was late, my car broke down, so I had to walk the rest of the way while they repaired it, but first I had to stay and fill out a bunch of forms, but the forgot the pen, so we had to wait for someone to bring us one. And then to top everything off, the papers kept blowing away, so we had to chase them down too."

I looked at him incredulously, "Well, that was certainly eventful for you.

I did feel slightly special though. He really walked the whole way to school, even when his car was broken down, just to come to a meeting about me? It was slightly sweet, and yet the thought remained, why not get a bus?

I nodded at him, mumbling a small thank you, earning another grin, although this one was much bigger than the last, I suppose it helped that I actually said something mildly nice to him.

We stood in front of the door, this time Jack was about to knock when Miss Roberts spoke up, yet again. How did she know whenever I was at her door? I checked around to see if she had a camera in the wall, yet found nothing. I turned back, and Jack was already in the room, both of them introducing themselves.

I walked in, and heard that Jack had already called her Sandra, he was so quick to be friendly with everyone.

She looked up at me, "Now the Hiccup, I already know what Jack's doing here, Miss Potts told me."

Wait, I invited Jack, so how did everyone seem to know what he was doing here, and for a completely different reason than what I knew?

I took my seat, "Shall we get this done then?"

The blonde nodded in reply, picking my notes out her top draw, "Right, we'll pick up where we left off," she said, still rummaging through the draw, "Ah, there we are."

Jack found her antics mildly amusing, chuckling at her care free persona.

She straightened up, looking me dead in the eye, "So on our last appointment you said that your mother was dead because of you?"

"What?" Jack exclaimed, shocked at the revelation.

Miss Roberts turned to him, "Please just go along with whatever happens, I'm sure Hiccup will explain fully after we finish here."

She looked back at me, "So, what exactly did you do to cause the death of you mother?"
"I killed her."

Her expression remained unchanged, while Jack looked almost terrified. He opened his mouth to speak but the woman behind the desk managed to convince him out of it. Wow, so she can glare if she wants.

"Yes, you mentioned you were the cause of her death, but how exactly is what I'm asking?"

"She got run over because of me, I failed to listen to her and ran away towards the house, into the road. I didn't even check, and she got hit by a truck, breaking her neck."

She looked at me strangely, probably running over facts in her head. Jack just fidgeted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.

"So, I'm guessing that you've only just found out about this? Otherwise you would have always acted this way, but you've only been doing this within the past week." There she goes again, figuring everything out.

I nodded, "My Dad was there with my cousin, he held my mother in his arms as she bled out onto the road, already dead. Then last week, when I asked about Mum, he told me all about it, blaming me for it, and he was right. I think he's become an alcoholic in the last week."

She scrawled her first few notes of the session down, "So, my question is, what brought up your curiosity about your mother, was it a long term build up that just came out, or was it caused by a recent event?"

Jack turned in his seat, getting a better view of me, still saying nothing. Yet, that did not comfort me, it only meant I would be bombarded with question when we left.

Sighing I answered her question, "Recently, I have been having nightmares, mostly of my Mother, taunting me over her death. Of course then, I didn't know it was my fault, but in my last one, she openly tormented me. At first she was ragged and dead, even breaking her own neck, but in my last one, she was pure, like a painting."

I continued to tell them the grim details of each of my nightmares, describing how I was tormented by Mother and Pitch, how I was in a world of darkness and fear, and how the people I cared so closely about were apparently telling me they could never love me, telling them every word the wretched copies of Mother, Father and Jack told me. Jack especially disliked that part, getting up from his chair and walking to the back of the room for a short time.

When I finished my story, I was leaning over on my knees, head in my hands, with Jack's arm draped over my shoulder, giving me a firm squeeze every now and then.

I cleared my throat upon the third squeeze and looked upon Miss Roberts. Her face was... blank. Not in shock, but she was just looking. The more she stayed like that, the more I believed this was her true face, and that the other side of her was just a farce.

She stared emotionlessly as me for a while longer before she eventually spoke again, "Well, Hiccup, upon hearing your story, it's very obvious what is wrong here, and what is causing you to act the way you are."

I held my breath and looked up, "It is?"

She interweaved her fingers together, placing her chin on them, her eyes practically giggling with excitement.

"Yes, you see, this is all about your feeling of guilt towards the situation, even before you actually knew about the events surrounding your mother's demise."

I cringed at the word demise, earning another squeeze from Jack, it was such a strong word. In my mind even death or murder was a better choice.

"This Pitch character, he is the embodiment of your guilty subconscious, which remembers the memories the consciousness doesn't. In this case, they were surfacing for an unknown reason. This guilt is then further projected through the projection of your mother, using the most recent memory of her that you held in your mind."

She paused allowing for me to absorb all the information. I looked towards Jack, he just smiled slightly at me.

"What about the fake versions of Jack and my Dad?"

She looked as if her interest was about to overflow, "Well, they are the embodiment of your fear of the future, what your Dad would become after reflecting upon the situation, and the fact that you thought Jack might reject you if he found out about your mother, showing you fear about the fragility of your relationship."

I sat up straighter, our relationship is... fragile? I returned my gaze to Jack, he looked slightly saddened upon hearing that.

"However, while I cannot help your Dad through you, I would have to meet him, I can help the two of you with your problem."

This time it was Jack's turn to question her, "How?" he asked, rather quickly.

"Well," she paused, "The two of you are going to have to spend some," she paused again, thinking of the correct way to phrase it.

"Quality time together."

I choked on my own spit. Was she suggesting what I think she was? No, she can't be, we are at a psychiatrists, not a sex help class.

I soon saw that I wasn't the only one who was embarrassed, Jack had a deep blush on his face, more crimson than a rose, but then he started chuckling slightly.

"A-are you saying what we think you're saying?" he questioned her.

"Well, if you think I'm saying that the two of you should have some sort of sexual activity to strengthen your bond with each other, you'd be right, it doesn't have to be sex though, kissing would work just as fine."

Jack's giggling seemed to die down.

"But sex works better," she added.

And there's the chuckling again.

We left the room, I couldn't even look at the chuckling boy next to me we hadn't even kissed yet, how were we going to do... that?

Jack looked over to me and stopped, opening his
mouth every few seconds, but his laugher kept interrupting whatever he wanted to say.

I just nodded at him and carried on walking back towards the schools exit.

We passed Miss Potts, who looked up innocently.

"So, how did it go, she didn't make you do anything did she?"

Jack laughed yet again, "Well, she suggested doing some... exercises together, getting the blood pumping!"

I slapped my hand to my face, "Jack, she meant did we do any activities together."

The last word seemed to only worsen the situation, "Yeah, well she did mention an activity to do in the future!"

Miss Potts was very clearly lost, and I was getting very pissed off.

We walked back to the front of the school, I almost asked Jack if he could drive me home, forgetting that his car had broken down. So we just walked.

"Jack?"

Yeah, what's up, Hic?"

"Thanks for coming with me today, it was nice of you."

He walked so that he was in front of me, "You still think it's your fault, don't you?"

I looked away from him, "Slightly, yeah." I admit, I was feeling slightly less guilty, but not innocent either.

He grew angry very quickly, "Hiccup! What the hell! We just sat through an hour of crap because of this! We can safely say that your Mother's death was not your fault, she died to save you!"

I flung my arms out as I turned rapidly, "How would you know anything? You weren't even there! She died trying to get me out the way of a truck, Jack! A truck I ran in front of!"

He walked closer to me, our bodies barely apart from the others.

"Because Hiccup, I don't need to have been there. I know you, and you would never hurt anyone, hell you don't even step on a spider when you see one, so you certainly wouldn't kill your mother."

I tried to look to the floor and hide my tears, but he grabbed the sides of my face, crouching slightly so that we were at eye level.

"But you need to stop blaming yourself for this, your mother died a hero, and she wouldn't want to see her son wasting his whole life over this. Are you going to let her down?"

Great, tackle my guilt with more guilt. But he did have a point, my Mother did die a hero.

I shook my head as best I could in his hands, "No," I whispered weakly.

My eyes were heavy with tears, and I'm sure they were sparkling in the light, my bottom lip quivering slightly, this has been the first time I cried since a week ago.

Jack looked my over, raising his eyebrows as he lowered his head to look in my eyes. When he was sure I was telling the truth, he nodded, looking as if he was trying to convince himself more than me.

"Good, now hold still," he whispered back.

"Wait, what are you-"

But I never finished my question, for Jack had placed his soft lips upon mine. They were slightly cold and wet, but felt as smooth as silk, blessing my own lips, which were shockingly still at the moment. Not that Jack's were moving in any fashion, but they had a purpose, while mine just sat there, surprised. My eyes widen as Jack's closed, both of us breathed heavily through our nose, but for different reasons. Me in shock, and Jack seemingly in bliss.

He poked my lower lip with his tongue, and I visibly tensed, as hard as a rock, this was our first kiss, no actually, this was my first kiss period. And to make matters worse, it was totally unexpected, just thrown upon me. It's not that it wasn't bad, but it was still a shock, which meant I couldn't react how I wanted. I made a strange gurgling sound in the back of my throat when Jack poked my lip a second time, which he obviously heard, it was quite loud after all.

I relaxed slightly when he backed away slowly, reopening his sapphire eyes, staring at me lustfully.

I turned my head sideways, looking at him from the corner of my eyes, "So, what happened to when we were ready?"

He looked at me bashfully, "Well, truth be told, I've never kissed anyone before, so I didn't know how to do it, or when. I guess I just made it awkward and horrible."

Well, awkward was an understatement, "I-it wasn't horrible," I blushed and looked towards the ground he seemed to perk up, "But yeah, it was awkward."

He deflated.

We walked out the school gates together, heading for our respective homes, but Miss Robert's words were ringing in my mind. I need to strengthen my relationship with Jack if I don't want to lose him, my mother's death wasn't my fault, Pitch is my guilt given form. There were too many thoughts at the moment, but I had to deal with at least one, whichever was the easiest.

I turned around, watching Jack walk away from me, was it really like she said in that room? Was out relationship really that fragile? Well, if I was ever going to get better, I had to become more like myself again, and the past me would never give up, but I am not myself at the moment, so I'll have to wait.

I walked away from him, but stopped upon hearing my name "Hiccup?"

I stopped, and turned, looking a bit shocked that he had called out for me unexpectantly. I guess after what just happened though, this was nothing, "Huh, yeah?"

"Do you wanna come round to my place? Well, we certainly weren't going to mine, not while Dad was still in his state.

I nodded slightly, unsure if this was a good thing to do or not.

He lit up like a Christmas tree, as if he was about to dance on the spot, maybe this really was a bad idea.

We entered the house a long time later, I'm sure it wasn't that far last time I came here, maybe it was just because we had taken the car that time. I was still uncertain about this, but it was something I had to do. Yet I couldn't move from the door frame.

Jack turned around and laughed faintly "Is this going to be your thing every time you come here, you can come in you know?"

I tentatively put one foot in front of the other, entering the living room for the second time in my life, all my thoughts were centred around being anxious. What was going to happen tonight was Jack really going to try and act upon Miss Robert's advice. Was I going to follow it? I want to say no, but if that was true, I wouldn't have come here in the first place.

"Jack, not being rude or anything, but, why did you suddenly want me to come over?" I questioned him, standing across the room from me, one arm behind his back.

"Erm, well, because I I thought we should spend more time together, we are dating after all."

"Well, what do you want to do then?"

"Well,I know you don't want to lose at dancing again, so we can't do that."

My eye twitched, "Jack, it was a draw, anyway, if there was another round, I would have won for sure, but before you ask, no, I don't want to dance."

"Then, what do you want to do?"

"Well, we could do what most normal people actually do, talk."

He scrunched up his nose at this idea, "Come on Jack, let's face it, we don't really know that much about each other, do we?"

"Yeah, we do. We talked on the first day we met!"

"Okay then, what's my favourite colour?"

Silence, he looked around the room, hoping to find it, but I can assure you, neither blue, white or black are my favourite.

He turned back to me, "Fine, I'll do it."

He huffed loudly and threw himself on the sofa, "But, I'm asking you first."

I sat down next to him, not making quite as big a scene, "Jack this isn't twenty questions."

He looked up in thought for a second, "No, we are not playing that."

The conversation was slow at the star, it was mostly mundane things like our favourite foods and colours, mine turning out to be purple, and Jack's was white, surprise, surprise. But the talk eventually picked up, we said about where Jack grew up, if either of us have had any pets other than the ones we have now, when our birthdays were. As it turned out, they were within a week of each other.

In the end, we just ended up talking about the most random of things.

"So, out of all the Disney villains, Cruella was obviously the best."

I looked down at him, Jack was upside down on the sofa, his face turning red from the blood rushing to his head.

"Really? I thought you would like a manlier villain."
"Yeah, because Disney villains just reek of masculinity, don't they?"

"Well, that Stromboli guy was pretty manly."

"Who the hell is this Stromboli person?"
Well, obviously not a very good Disney fan, "He was the bad puppeteer in Pinocchio."
"Oh, him! He didn't even count as a villain, seriously the whale had a bigger part than him, and it was only his insides!"

I chuckled slightly, as silly as it was, these random talks were lifting my spirits a bit. Or maybe it was just Jack. I stared at him, watching as his face continued to get more red with each passing second.

"I bet you can't last thirty more seconds like that."

"You're on" he retorted with a smirk, confident in his victory.

I started to count in my head, looking out the window as I did, and saw that it was snowing.

"Jack, look outside, it's snowing."

He did as I said, and instantly ran to the window, falling over his feet on the way. He really is like a big kid, just an incredibly tall one that loves advanced geography to the point he will do other people's work.

"Hiccup, come and watch, it's so cool! I love watching the snow set at night."

I walked up, and tried to see out the narrow window, but there was one problem.

"Jack, your body is blocking the view." His back was not overly interesting.

He moved to the side, and let me stood in front of him. I looked out the window, watching the snow set. I had to admit, Jack was right, it was beautiful. Each flake fell at a slow speed, but the sheer amount of flakes meant that the snow was building up quickly.

"Hey, just so you know, I just won the bet." I said with a triumphant tone.

Yet there was no defeated sounding reply, what was he doing back there? Or had he just realised what I said?

My vision changed it's focus, and I saw that Jack was staring at me in the window. And apparently he saw me looking at him. We stared at each other for a couple more seconds, during which more snow continued to fall. Even in the glass, his eyes still shined a bright, brilliant blue, while mine were a dull, calm brown, which paled in comparison to his in terms of life and wonder.

I slowly took my eyes away, returning to stare at the snow, yet he continued to stare. Why was he staring at me with such eyes.

He put his arms around my neck, resting his head on my shoulder. His breath tickled my neck, and his eyes were burning the side of my face.

"You know Hiccup, with you in the state you are, I can't let you walk home in this, you could do something rash and horrible."

Well, his bashful personality from earlier had evaporated, he was back to being as subtle as a bomb.

"What about my Dad, I can't leave him alone."

He snuggled his face closer to mine, his words now playing at my ears, "Well, it was your choice to come here, and your Dad is a grown man after all. But you, you wanted to build our bond to be stronger."

With all the actions he was doing, it was as he was playing with me, seeing how long I would last before I melt into putty in his arms, all his to play with.

"Jack, I... I don't know if.." but he moved his head forward looked into my eyes, daring me to say no, but I couldn't. Those orbs of exquisite blue enraptured my mind, making me think about a crisp winter morn, or the first snow of the year.

I conceded, I just couldn't resist those eyes, I couldn't keep my defences up if I tried. But what about Dad, he needed to be taken care of, right now he was probably in a worse state then me, but if what Miss Robert's said is true, she can help him, and this will help my relationship with Jack after all.

With a weak and pitiful voice, I admitted my defeat, "A-alright."

He gave me a victorious smile, and kissed my cheek multiple times, and giving my ear a kiss once. The last kiss, the one on the ear, was a bit more daring than that of the others, incorporating a quick and slight nibble in the space of a second. Jack led me back to the sofa, where we sat close together, and continued to talk late into the night about more personal, yet entirely irrelevant subjects, eventually going to Jack's bedroom when it was late in the night, in a slightly tender and loving mood.

We walked slowly into the room, Jack holding me close to his body by my waist, kissing me gently on the lips and cheeks, and me, awkwardly kissing back. I slightly panicked again when he poked my lip with his tongue, as he did earlier, but this time, I swallowed my fear, and let him in. It surprised me, for Jack did not rush into my mouth, the taste of his warm wet tongue exploding onto my taste buds. No, he was too busy smiling to put it in, to happy that I was allowing him to act upon whatever lust he was storing inside.

But, when he did enter my mouth, he certainly made his presence known to me, smashing his tongue into mine, all the while, his hands were tracing the length of my body, mine getting tangled in his hair. The kiss was messy, noisy and wet. But it was good, temporarily making me forget my troubles. Saliva dripped down my chin, and I didn't even know whose it was, as I let out a heavy moan, which seemed to jerk Jack into life.

He threw me down onto the bed, making me release a pathetically high pitched squeaking noise, as Jack crawled back over me. He stared into my eyes, breathing heavily, before descending upon my collar bone.

I became momentarily confused, "J-Jack, what are-"

But then my voice left me as Jack began to suck and nip, making me squirm beneath his ever exploring hands. I brought his head up back to mine, and placed a passionate kiss on his lips, then looked down, and saw a red mark where he one was.

He smiled yet again into the kiss, and then sat up straight on my lap, looking at me lying there, both of us thoroughly out of breath, which we were desperately trying to regain.

Then, his breathing levelled out, as he took off his top, revealing his bare chest. It was not super toned with rippling muscles, but it was no doubt impressive, Jack's seemingly porcelain skin almost looking as if it glistened in the dark,

He crawled back over me, and stopped by my ear, "Hiccup, take off your clothes, or I might just have to tear them off myself."

I did as he asked, and events escalated from there.

Okay, that was average, but I really am unsure about the kissing part. Blast my awkward ways preventing me from experiencing it!

If anyone has some tips on how to improve, the chapter that is, not me and kissing, I will be happy to listen!

Oh, and yes, the last paragraph is meant to be extremely obvious, without being graphic... XD