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Jack's POV

Mavis and Jack stayed like that for a while, until Jack pulled away to look into her eyes. They weren't scared. They were knowing. Jack realized Mavis wasn't afraid of Pitch.
"Aren't you scared?" he asked. Mavis paused, in which she bit her lip.
"No," she said. Jack gave her a quizzical look.
"That was an epiphany,"she said
"Epiphany?" Jack asked, perplexed.
"A sudden realization of great truth," Mavis said.
"And what did you realize?" Jack asked.

"That I really am in danger," Mavis said. It just about broke Jack's heart. Mavis realized this because she backpedal,"Not that it matters. I'm a big girl. I tie my own shoes and everything." Jack smiled. He leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away to answer the newly ringing phone.

"Hi, Aunt Jackie," there was a pause.
"Yeah, sure I can do that," another pause.
"Oh, no, it's fine," pause.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll bring my books there," pause.
"Of course it's not a problem. I was getting lonely anyway," She stuck her tongue out at Jack.
"I'll be right over," Mavis said then hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" asked Jack.
"Jamie and Sophie's mom. My aunt," Mavis said starting to collect her books.
"Where are you going?" Jack asked when Mavis pulled her red Vans on.
"Babysitting," Mavis said. Then Jack understood.

They got to Jamie's house just as Mavis's aunt was walking out. She pulled Mavis into a big hug saying, "Thank you! You are such a life-saver!" Mavis smiled, "Anytime, Aunt Jackie." Mavis and Jack walked in and Mavis was smart enough to duck into the coat closet. Jack was left to get tackled by Jamie.
"Jack! Jack! Jack!" he yelled.
"Yeah," Jack said, "Hi,Jamie." Mavis came out of the coat closet and picked up Sophie. "Hi, little ankle-bitter," Mavis said. Jack smiled. She had just sounded like somebody else Jack knew.

Mavis's POV

The kids were all watching a movie. Except Mavis. She was studying for mid-terms. At a brand new school. She was currently writing an essay about Charles Dickens's reason for writhing Oliver Twist and the message he conveyed through it.
"Whacha doin'?" Jack asked.
"Writing an essay," Mavis answered. She stared at Jack.
"I like essays. I think they're fun," Mavis said. Jack smiled the trouble-maker smile.
"Well, then. I think we need to work on your definition of fun," Jack said, lifting Mavis up and throwing her onto his soldier. She pounded on his back half-heartedly. Jack walked to the den, and dumped Mavis gently onto the floor, and started to tickle her stomach. As she squirmed trying to get away, Jack found the spot under her rib-cage that made her laugh so much more. Eventually, Jack stopped and Mavis taking almost no time to recover, popped her feet onto his chest, kicking him off of her.
"Ow," Jack complained, bur she knew he wasn't hurt.
"I have to finish my essay," Mavis said.
"You do that," Jack said wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed her before she could leave.
"Did that change your definition of fun?" Jack asked, teasingly.
"Yes," Mavis answered ,walking back to the family room to finish her essay.