Heeheeeheee! I got an AWESOME birthday Present! MUSIC! I got the POTC soundtracks! *Squealing* I'm such a band geek, you guys don't even KNOW. Least manly person on the planet? Yup. Probably me.

Sorry I've been away so long. I've been facing a lot of bouts of depression. Which isn't like me. Apparently my whole last two weeks have just sucked. And have been so busy that I've literally gotten about an hour to myself every night there hasn't been a power outage. (How does it happen every night for three nights!? It wasn't even raining!)

Anyway. I'm back! As you can tell by my useless ranting. Hahaha.

Hey. I want everyone reading right now to eat ice cream at some point after reading this. I want ice cream… I don't have any… DO IT FOR ME.

Just Eat The Ice Cream—Chapter Twenty Five: Buttercrunch

Jack had honestly hope Pitch would kiss him right then. He wanted him to. It was the perfect moment. But, no. There he was… Stuttering and blushing and looking away shyly. He wanted to hit him for ruining the moment.

"Well, um… You should probably be going now, huh…?" Pitch whispered, glancing back up at Jack. Jack frowned.

"I could stay if you want me to," he said, trying not to sound desperate yet deliberately trying to sound as desperate as possible at the same time. He didn't think he was doing a very good job of it. Pitch was still looking shy. Jack was probably strong-willed and bold enough to make the first move here. (Hadn't he already?) But for some reason he really really wanted to see if Pitch was willing to risk their relationship and just show him how he felt. Oddly enough it meant a lot to him to know Pitch was willing to risk everything to be with him.

Pitch swallowed. "N-no, that's… that's alright… We've kept you from work long enough…" Jack frowned again.

Looking at Pitch's feet for a moment, then back up into is face, he asked, "Can I at least have a kiss goodbye?"

"Nope. Apparently I can't have an effing kiss goodbye," Jack hissed to himself as he walked back to his apartment. Pitch hadn't kissed him. He wanted that kiss. And he didn't get it.

Stupid shy jerk. Stupid handsome shy jerk. Stupid handsome awkward shy jerk. Stupid adorable handsome awkward shy jerk. Why does he have to be so shy!?

It didn't even seem like Pitch to be shy. He was always so confident when they weren't intimate. Was that the only problem? That he was afraid of intimacy? Or opening himself up to someone? Didn't really make sense.

"Everyone has their insecurities, he says…" Jack muttered, hands in his pockets, "Well… Everyone has strengths, too…" Obviously Pitch's wasn't being romantic.

Jack groaned. He'd known the guy for a while now. (It felt like longer than it really was.) It felt like Pitch would be braver than that. Or at least more of a jerk about it. Then again, he never really asked him why talking to someone he was attracted to freaked him out so much.

Had he not been asking enough?

Chewing his fingernail, Jack pondered this for another hour or so before giving up and telling himself that things would work out if he could just get Pitch to come to the ice cream shop. He had a plan. It had to work. Pitch wouldn't be able to weasel out of it.