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The winter sun was shining on me when I woke up. I rubbed my eyes with both my hands, spreading my hardened eye-makeup around, before opening them. I panicked for a split second, forgetting where I was, and then I remembered Jack, the party, Pitch, and the lost key. I was alone in the bed, glad to find my clothes intact and not so glad about the pounding headache I had. At least I don't feel sick, I thought.

I sat up in the bed and looked around. What I assumed were our handcuffs laid on his desk next to a key. Someone must've found it. It explained the fact that Jack wasn't there. I kept looking around. He had band posters on his walls and a Norwegian flag hanging in a corner. His sliding closet was open, and I noticed that his clothes in it were all color coordinated. It was a bit odd, but it was nice to see he was organized. I also noticed a sliding glass door that lead to a balcony that was covered in a fresh blanket of morning snow. It was too dark, or I was too tired to see it last night, I figured.

I checked my phone for the time. It was 11:30am. I didn't know where Jack was, so I decided to stay put in his room. I walked over to the door of the balcony and looked outside. The air was cooler from the glass and it felt nice to be near. Strange how something so cold could be so comforting, I thought. The couches we sat on last night were covered by tarps to withstand the elements and the fire pit was black and white with snow and ash. Everything looked different in the light.

I turned back in toward his room and continued observing what was around me. He had a flat screen television mounted in another corner of his room that was hooked up to the latest PlayStation system, and on his desk was a MacBook Pro of his own, along with piles of notebooks, papers, and a picture of him and a little girl. I walked forward to examine it closer; it was the only indication of him being involved with any other human being in his room. The girl looked to be about eight or nine years old with dark brown hair and big brown eyes that contrasted his icy white features. Almost like me an Anna, I told myself. It looked as if they were at an ice skating rink, and like they were having a lot of fun. Both their smiles were broad and wide. Jack always seemed to have fun, in one way or another.

The door handle turned and I jumped before turning my attention to the opening door. Jack walked in with a white towel around his waist. My eyes went wide.

"Oh, Elsa, you're awake," he said, not bothered at the fact he was standing more than half naked in front of me.

I nodded, trying with no avail to stop my cheeks from turning redder than the pink they already were. It took all my willpower to avert my gaze from his perfectly sculpted chest and core.

"Sorry," I turned around quickly, trying to calm myself down. I prayed he didn't notice. Surely, I thought, a guy like that does not want anything to do with a girl like me. He may as well be a supermodel.

"Oh, I don't care if you look," he laughed, confident. I could imagine the smirk on his face, "it's fine".

I glanced behind me and quickly whipped back around. He was using the towel to dry his hair, and I was thankful it was covering his face, so he didn't catch me peaking at him.

"It's not fine," I said weakly, totally not fine. Well, he is fine, but—oh, Elsa, stop that! It wasn't like I've never seen a boy before; I had previous experiences with guys, but not guys like Jack. Jack was just a friend. Wasn't he?

Though I was relieved he didn't catch my quick glimpse of him, part of me wished I were able to take a longer look. I'm not going to lie, as much of a good girl as I am, I can't help but get curious at times.

"Oh, and Pitch found they key last night," he said, "Peter said that after she found out why we were in here together she went frantic and found it. I guess she wanted to break us apart ASAP, but he wouldn't allow her to wake us up. She slept on the couch and he made her leave this morning before waking me up and giving us the key."

"Sorry," I said, still facing away from him.

"He gave me a puzzled look, "what for?"

"I feel like I'm the source of all this unnecessary drama."

"She's the one causing this drama, not you, Elsa. If she would stop hating me for not dating her, and leave me alone, everything would be fine." He came up behind me and I turned around, surprised to find he was closer than I thought.

He had his black skinny jeans on, but still no shirt. "You apologize a lot, why is that?"

I tried not to stare at his torso and instead focused on the ground. "I don't know, I've always been like that. I guess I say so just incase I offend anyone."

He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me. I was a little surprised and confused at what to do, not to mention I'm sure my heart rate was off the charts, so I decided to grab my wrists around his body also. He obviously wanted to be close, right?

"Well you don't ever have to apologize to me, he said as I lifted my face to look into his eyes, "as long as you're being yourself, you've done nothing wrong."

I felt a dopey smile trace my lips as I looked back at him and his handsome face. He tilted his up a bit and gently kissed the center of my forehead before parting away from me, "Put your pants on, I'll take you home. You probably want to shower or make up or whatever you females do."

He put on a blue V-neck before handing me my leggings from the day before, "I'll meet you downstairs when you're ready."

He smiled at me again and the look in his blue eyes made me guess he maybe, just maybe, felt the same about everything as I did.

I changed happily, my mood at an all time high from his kiss, even if it was only on my forehead. It was sweet. It was really, really sweet.

I reached in my bag that was on the floor and pulled out my compact to quickly check myself over. One glance told me I should have looked at myself before he came back. My braid was falling apart; pieces of my blonde hair framing my face and my shorter bangs were half sticking up on top of my head. I felt sweaty after sleeping, but a quick survey of my underarms told me I didn't really smell that bad. My black eyeliner I had rubbed earlier was spread up one side of my face. I worked hard as I could to try to rub it off, and smoothed my bangs down best I could. I figured it was better than how he saw me previously as I put my mirror away and folded the shorts he let me borrow, and then left out the door.

Jack was waiting for me downstairs on his cellphone, swinging his lanyard around with his keys attached.

"Ready?" he asked, watching me walk down the stairs.

I nodded and we walked out into the cold to his car.

It was a quiet ride back to my dorm.

"Bye, Elsa, I'll text you later," he smiled at me as I stepped out the passenger door.

I bent down to get a better look at him, "thanks, Jack, I really had fun," I said, feeling about the partial lie. It was fun, but Pitch wasn't. That, and I don't think parties are much my thing.

He smiled wider and I didn't regret my words. I shut his door and he drove off as I walked up the short stairway to my dorm.

I flopped onto my bed. Megara wasn't home. I smiled my giddy smile and replayed the night and morning's events over and over in my head: the interrupted kiss, the surprise cuddling, his half—or completely, naked body, the embrace and the forehead kiss.

I felt my phone vibrate and was sadly awakened from my trance. I got excited, I didn't expect him to text me back so fast, I thought to myself.

I was a tad surprised and a tad disappointed to see Anna's name instead of his on my messenger screen.

A: Hey, sis, I'm sorry about what I said the other day. Please call me when you get a chance, I'm not really okay :(

I sat up and quickly pressed the call button, glad she was talking to me again. Protective big sister mode was on. Whatever she was upset about I was going to try my hardest to fix it.