Hello again fokes, how are you all? Ok, so onto the next chapter. Oh, and by the way, this is when the fluff begins. Sorry people. I'm super cliché about romance. It's all my boyfriend's fault. I don't own RoTG.
As soon as we walked through the door Jack slammed the door and threw his cane onto the bed. I found that sitting alone with Jack was even more awkward than the walk to the room. Once the Yeti's left, we entered to find the room very similar to mine, only with different colors and a larger bed. The color scheme of the room was very bright, contrasting the dark emotions between us two. I was seated in a very plush arm-chair, watching Jack pace the room repetitively.
After about 15 minutes of silence I couldn't help myself. "Jack, what's your problem?" I shouted.
He turned on a dime and looked at me with an intense stare. "What's my problem?" he reiterated, "I find out I have a mate, and then she tells me that Pitch has been after her for years." He paused to look at me, and I'm sure he noticed my confusion. His voice got softer, "all this time I could've been protecting you, Jayne. All this time you were being tortured and I could've helped."
I felt my fear and anger disappear at his words. "Jack, you didn't know, right?"
Jack nodded, "But, still-"
"But nothing," I interrupted. I relaxed my shoulders as I stood up, becoming aware of how tense I was. Jack walked over to the large window across the room and I followed him. His back was turned to me so I wrapped my arms around his middle and leaned my head on his back. "I don't blame you, Jack. All of those nightmares… they made me who I am today. I heard Jack sigh, and I had a feeling he had just rolled his eyes. "I know, I know, it sounds cliché, but it's true."
Jack turned once again and looked me in the eyes. His crystal blue eyes shone and he looked as if he were about to cry. I grabbed his hands and he began to speak, barely audible, "Still. I'm sorry. I wanted to protect you and I didn't do anything. Even now Pitch is still after you. I can only do so much for you, because you have to decide what you want to do."
I felt my anxieties come back when he brought up the decision I had to make. Now it was my turn to sigh, "This is absolutely ridiculous," I muttered.
"What is, love?" Jack questioned, growing concerned. I couldn't stop the blush that came at his nick-name.
"These past few days. It's just…" I looked down quickly at my hands, which I had removed from Jack's and begun wringing out. "Honestly, three days ago, I didn't know about you, Pitch, or the other guardians. I thought they were just kids' stories, you know?" Jack nodded, assuring me and entwined his fingers in mine once again. "Now I'm being told I have a life-long mate, who can protect me from this … this demon who has been chasing me around and giving me nightmares. And I have to choose how to spend the rest of my life, at 16." I could feel the lump in my throat, indicating I was about to cry.
"Don't cry, Jayne. I'm really sorry to put you through all of this." Jack was very sincere, which gave me the further urge to cry, but now out of happiness.
I sniffed, "it's not really your fault, Jack. That's just the way it goes. Besides, soon I can escape Pitch for good…thank you, Jack." I smiled up at him. I am honestly thinking about choosing to accept Jack as my mate, but, still my family and friends were nagging in the back of my mind.
After a second, Jack began to grin brightly and he was practically floating. "Does this mean you're choosing to accept me as your mate?" He asked excitedly.
My smile began to fade as I questioned, "But what about my family? Will they miss me…? Or will they just forget about me?"
Jack calmed down to answer me. "I'm not sure, to be truthful. We can ask tonight." Jack smiled again, and I couldn't help forgetting my feelings of guilt and fear. I can't believe how much everything has changed because of Jack, and as stupid as it sounds, I probably love him. Now I feel even more ridiculous admitting it, and I hate losing myself to my emotions. But the joy that overcame me a Jack's next words is enough to make logic stop. "I love you, Jayne," Jack said, and I could see that he wasn't lying.
I couldn't believe I said my next response, but it just felt completely natural, "I love you, too, Jack Frost."