Author's Note: Quick note, ran out of time but I feel bad for not updating yesterday, I couldn't really get this chapter done because I had two Empower3000's to do and an AP World History test in 16 days which is kind of freaking me out so my updates may be a tad bit slower, at least until the 16th. Yeah, sorry this chapter is kind of short and I feel like it's not as detailed but, hey, I like the song-by the way, don't own Jason Aldean's song "Don't You Wanna Stay" featuring Kelly Clarkson-and I feel it needs to be in here, so yeah, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up sooner. Anyways, gotta run, so, enjoy!

Starting Over

10-Don't You Wanna Stay

You stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower, your head lying against Jack's chest.

As of now, your brain was completely dead, not a thought in your head.

Except for one: Jack likes you.

And honestly, you did too.

The happy silence was broken when Jack spoke up quietly. "You ready to go?"

You nodded, smiling as Jack's voice vibrated through your ears.

You slowly began to rise in the air, and you dared to peek below you. You took a deep breath as you tried not to freak. You may have only been a few inches off the top of the Eiffel Tower, but it was about a thousand feet give or take to the actual ground.

Jack laughed, descending again so your feet touched the metal floor. "How many times have I told you not to look down?" he reiterated, letting go of you to swing you on his back.

"A few times, I think," you mutter, nearly choking Jack with your death grip on him. Jack rose again, and you buried your face in his hoodie, letting the cool skin beneath it soothe you.

The wind picked up once more as Jack began to make the flight back home. You smiled slightly, lightening your grip on Jack and closing your eyes.

You were getting used to the random flights, so much so that the combination of the wind whipping your hair, the lightness of the air around you, and the comfort of Jack beneath you made you sleepy.

The night sky of Paris also helped create the sleepy mood.

No sooner had the Eiffel Tower disappear, so did your consciousness.

When you woke up again, you were lying in your bed to blinding sunlight.

You sat up suddenly, feeling your hair to see if that frosted flower was still there.

It was, and you instantly calmed down.

You almost thought that the whole trip to Paris was a dream invoked by your anger of being grounded.

Laughter hit your ears as soon as you made that realization.

"Looks like somebody decided to wake up," the familiar bittersweet voice rang in your head, causing a smile to form on your lips. Jack sat down beside you on the bed, planting a light kiss on your cheek. "Flights make you sleepy, don't they?"

You smiled, looking down at your hands in embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess they do," you murmur.

"Well, anyways, while you were taking a nap—we got back here about one o'clock and it's now approximately one thirty in the afternoon. Oh, and your mother came up to check on you."

Your eyes widened and you grabbed Jack's arm roughly. "She didn't see you, did she?"

Jack laughed, making you frown. "No, she didn't see me. She did walk through me though, gave her the chills." He smirked as he watched the emotions play across your face.

"What happened?" you ask, curious on what your mother had to say.

"Um, let me think," Jack replied, leaning against you. Then, in a voice that didn't sound like your mother at all—"Oh my Lord! Is she still sleeping? My gosh, what did she do last night?!"

You laughed at Jack, who stood up to act the rest out. "Brr… it's cold in here. Oh, that's why, she has the freakin' window open in the middle of winter!" Jack walked over to the window and made like to slam the window shut, even though it already was. Then he walked back over to you, sitting down on the bed. "Hmm… I wonder who this guy that is keeping her out late at night is." He stood up again and walked to your bedroom door. He opened it and then shut it quickly again, leaning his back against the door, eyes wide. "She's coming," he whispered. The door opened right through Jack, causing you to flinch at the sight.

"Hmm, that was weird," your mother said, looking back at the door. "Swear I could've seen it open."

You smiled sweetly at your mother, wrapping the covers up around your legs. "Hi, Mommy," you greeted in a child's voice.

"Look who's awake at two o' clock in the afternoon," she responded, sitting down beside you on the bed.

You grinned sheepishly, trying to hide that you've been dressed and went to Paris and back all the while she thought you were sleeping. "Yeah, I know…" You looked up at Jack, who was breathing heavily and checking to make sure he was solidly there.

"So," you mom said expectantly, trying to make you feel comfortable. "Tell me, who's this guy friend of yours?"

You saw Jack blush a deep blue, stuck listening to your mother's "private" conversation with you because if he tried to leave, your mom would notice. "Mom…," you stretched, trying to act annoyed. "I told you, he's just a friend."

"Who's he?" she repeated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Uh-oh… you thought, never giving a name to your fake guy. "Uh…"

"Come on, (F/N), you can tell me these things."

"I can, but it doesn't mean I want to," you folded your arms across your chest, looking at Jack for help.

He shrugged and you made a face at him, for he wasn't much help to you.

"Um, are you okay, honey? You're making faces at the wall," your mom asked slowly, concern written across her face.

You quickly covered it up with a smile. "I'm fine, Mom, I really am."

"Alright, honey, just making sure; because if you aren't feeling good I'd have to keep you home from school tomorrow—"

"Aw, but Mom! It's the last week before break! We're supposed to make candy and ice cream in Chemistry class…" you whined, interrupting your mother.

"Aright, alright (F/N)! I didn't say it was official! I'm going to leave now so keep yourself out of trouble, okay?" your mom replied quickly, standing up and heading for the door.

"Mommy?" you asked quietly, preparing to do the puppy-dog face. "Am I—?"

"No," your mom finished for you, and you frowned at her, lying back down in the bed.

You watched as your mother opened the door through Jack again, and you shuddered. That wasn't a pretty sight watching someone open a door and walk right through a solid human being. It was like your mother, the door, and Jack all molded into one weird mutated animal.

And from the looks of it, Jack didn't really like it either.

The door shut and Jack walked back to your bed, lying down beside you.

"Idiot, why didn't you move away from the door?" you said to him as he began to play with your hair.

"Well, wouldn't you be shocked if you had a door swing through you?" Jack asked, stuffing his other hand in his pocket. "Honestly, that's never happened to me before. I thought the door was just going to bump into me like it would to a normal human being."

"Yeah, I guess I would," you say softly, making shapes in the covers with your fingers. Jack wrapped his cold arms around you—only it kind of felt warm—and you just stayed like that, staring at the ceiling in that happy silence again.

You almost fell asleep again when you felt Jack move.

"Where you going?" you mutter, reaching sleepily for him.

Jack giggled quietly. "You keep trying to fall asleep, and you're stuck in this room so I was gonna leave."

You sat up again, grabbing both of Jack's hands gently. "Don't you wanna stay?"

"Yeah, but I still have some things to do."

Oh, right, he is still the winter spirit, after all, you thought embarrassedly. The train of thought was interrupted when his lips met yours again in a quick, simple kiss.

"But don't worry, I won't disappear on you," he murmured, smiling as he pulled away.

You smiled, and a song randomly popped in your head. You knew you couldn't sing very well, but you gave it a shot anyways.

"I really hate to let this moment go," you sang, looking in Jack's eyes. "Touching your skin, and your hair falling slow." His eyes lit up in recognition, and he began to sing along with you. "When a goodbye kiss, feels like this."

You smiled at Jack. He was like you in a way, he couldn't really sing either; but it was sweet the way he did sing.

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?

Don't you wanna hold each other tight?

Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?

Don't you wanna stay here a little while?

We can make forever feel this way.

Don't you wanna stay?

Jack smiled, sitting down and embracing you tightly. "Alright, I'll stay for awhile."