The sun glared down on her, its beams making her skin uncomfortably warm. The Bennetts were going through a 'green' phase. Elsa picked another rag off of the clothes line. It was stiff as a board. Elsa tossed the rag into the laundry basket. And picked up a towel, observing it with distaste. What was so wrong with using a laundry drier like the rest of the population? Suddenly, Elsa felt a hand snake around her waist. Before she could cry out, another hand clamped over her mouth. Her breaths came in heavy pants as she squirmed in her captors grasp. She suddenly felt something warm and soft touch her neck. It felt… wonderful. Elsa craned her neck, looking behind her. She quickly elbowed his solar plexus and she was promptly dropped to the ground.

"JACK!" she yelled angrily.

"Uhh, nice to see you too." His voice sounded strained as he clutched the area she'd elbowed him.

"What was that for?!"

He smirked.

"Stop it! You never take me seriously." She let out an indignant huff before crossing her arms. "You'd better have a good explanation for this behavior!"

He quirked an eyebrow. "Which behavior specifically?"

Elsa's hands instantly shot to the area on her neck that he'd… kissed. She felt a blazing blush rise to her cheeks. Her mouth was suddenly dry. She swallowed. "A-all of it," she croaked.

Jack straightened, tilting his head curiously. "Oh?"

Elsa tried to say something else, but could only stutter. She stamped inside. Jack followed behind her. Elsa turned on the faucet to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. The icy chill relaxed her. She grabbed a hand towel and dried her face before turning to Jack. He was smirking broadly, making her heart do funny things. He probably knew the effect he had on her. He'd have to be blind and deaf not to.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Elsa, I'm sorry. I should've warned you before I did that."

Before you kissed me or before you grabbed me? Elsa wanted to ask.

"I'll make it up to you," he continued. Jack turned and walked away.

Elsa followed him, wondering what he was up to. Jack began to put the dry laundry into the basket.

"Oh no you don't! That's my chore." Elsa protested.

Jack stuck his tongue out.

"You are soo mature." Elsa emphasized her statement by rolling her eyes. "Let me do it, it's my job." Elsa began pulling the dry laundry off of the clothes line.

"I don't think so," Jack replied.

Elsa gasped as he picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. "Jack! Put me down. Down!"

Jack laughed. "You're awfully bossy!"

"Jack!" she hissed.

"Sometimes, you have to accept help from other people." He set her down inside and then sprinted towards the glass door, slamming it shut behind him. Elsa ran over to the sliding door and tried to open it. Jack was pushing on it from the other side. Elsa finally stopped.

"As soon as you leave to do the laundry, I'll open the door, you know."

Jack smiled. "I know."

He snatched a broom and firmly wedged it against the door handle. Elsa sighed and tugged on the door. He'd jammed it. Jack admired his handiwork before turning to the clothes line.

"Fine!"

Elsa whirled around and ran out of the front door. She went around the side and hoisted herself up, jumping over the fence with ease. Elsa stealthily crept around the house. She could see the clothes line, but not Jack. As Elsa rounded the corner, she screamed and jumped back as Jack appeared. She tried to run, but within one or two strides Jack had caught her. He slung her over his shoulder and began carrying her towards the door. Elsa pounded Jack's back with her fists.

"Jack! Let. Me. Go." That voice always worked on Anna.

"No."

Elsa growled and hit him particularly hard.

"Does someone have anger management issues?"

Elsa decided she try to use logic. "Jack, if you put me back inside, I'll just come back out. You'll spend all of this beautiful Saturday morning hauling me back inside."

Jack's chest rumbled with laughter. "Tempting," he admitted.

Elsa shook her head. Jack didn't have one logical cell in his body. She'd have to think of something else. Elsa began to reach down and squeeze his sides.

Jack froze. "What are you doing?"

Elsa lifted her hands higher, near his ribs. He started to squirm.

"Elsa!"

He started laughing. Soon, she had him on the ground, rolling with laughter.

"Elsa, mercy!" he laughed.

"I can't believe you're ticklish!"

He grabbed her pinning her to the ground. He smirked. "This can work two ways, you know."

"Jack, I'm not ticklish. Anna has already tried."

"We'll see."

He started at her neck.

Elsa sighed. "That's just irritating!"

He moved to her ribs.

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Jack, I told you—"

He moved down lower. She began to squirm.

"You told me what?" He smirked down at her.

"I told you I'm not—" Elsa began to laugh. "Jack!" She squirmed under his grip.

He stopped. "What were you saying? I didn't catch the last part."

"I told you, I'm—" she started giggling when he tickled her again.

Elsa lunged towards him. Jack fell backwards. They both rolled in the grass several times before coming to a stop. Jack ended up being on top, straddling her waist along with her arms. He heard her gasp, a bright pink coloring her cheeks. She watched him intently, her lips slightly parted. A sigh escaped his lips, gently blowing her hair. He could feel her little chest rise and fall underneath him. He distributed more weight to his knees, careful not to put too much weight on her. His eyes searched Elsa's. Hers were so beautiful. Like twin skies. She looked so tiny and delicate underneath him. His heart began to pound inside his chest. Jack reached a hand out, gently combing through her hair. She was too pretty to touch, but Jack couldn't seem to stop. He caressed her cheek lovingly. Jack leaned closer. Before he met her, he could scarcely believe it was possibly for someone to be so beautiful.

"I found flip-flops!" someone sang lightly.

Jack gasped and nearly toppled over Elsa. He quickly righted himself and got off of her, his cheek blazing brightly.

"Oh!" the same person said in surprise.

Jack turned to see Elsa's red-head sister, Anna. She had a light speckling of freckles and redish-orangish hair. Jack knew there was a name for it, but he didn't know what. Her bright aquamarine eyes darted from Jack to Elsa and back. She was laden down with shopping bags.

"Well, I'll just… ahem, give you guys a moment." Anna darted back inside.

Jack turned to Elsa. Her entire face was glowing. He wondered if she'd tell him to go away. Her perfect lips parted, then closed. Jack smiled, slightly proud that she was flustered because of him. He'd done well, probably his best yet.

Elsa felt like such an idiot. She couldn't manage to say anything. She couldn't tell him to go away or even to kiss her. Not that she'd ever want him to kiss her. She blushed again as she thought of how close they were. She was practically lying there like a dead fish, waiting for him to kiss her. Elsa briefly wandered if Jack had somehow enchanted her. Probably with his blue eyes. Or maybe his dazzling smile. Or even his soft, snow-white— Jack offered her a hand up. She wasn't in a position to refuse. She stood shakily. As soon as Jack let go she swayed dangerously. She would've fallen had Jack not caught her. His arm wrapped around her waist and she stumbled with him to the house. She vaguely remembered hearing the grass crunch quietly underfoot and the breeze caressing her skin, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying when Jack had been so close to kissing her. Jack helped her sit down at the table. Elsa blushed, humiliated that she'd actually needed help sittingdown.

"I-I'm… gonna jet. See you Monday." His voice sounded hoarse, his face flushed.

Elsa didn't even nod. Anna set a bag down in front of her, startling her out of her reverie.

"So, what was that?" Her eyes were wide with curiosity.

"Nothing. It was just a bit hot out there, so Jack helped me."

Anna quirked a slender brown brow skeptically. "By laying on top of you?"

Elsa suddenly felt suffocated by the heat. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

"It's Jackson Overland, but don't worry. He left so things should cool down in a little bit." Anna grinned.

Elsa's cheeks grew warmer, if that was possible.

"So, are you going to tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"Sure, future Mrs. Overland."

"Anna," she scolded. "It's not like that. We're just friends."

"I'm your friend."

"He's a different kind of friend."

"Like a… boyfriend?"

"Anna!"

"Fine." Anna rolled her eyes. "We won't talk about the obvious! Instead, we'll talk about my purchases. Jessica and I bought some things for you."

"Anna, you know finances have been tight lately."

"I used my own money. Jessica introduced me to the wonders of the thrift store! I bought the cutest skirt for three dollars!" she gushed.

Elsa smiled as Anna revealed her newly obtained treasures. As if she didn't have enough clothes! But Elsa's mind was… elsewhere. Her heart began to wander places her mind knew she shouldn't go.