DEAR SOMEONE,

Is Asking why something exists a compliment? Because right now I'm feeling a little insulted… *pouty face*

Anyway… I've finally gotten something… So… Hopefully you guys all like this…

FROST HIGH FINALE.

It was January first. And Jack had his arm looped with Kris' as they walked together. How many times had he practiced this over the past few days? At least a hundred… But this time… This time it didn't feel real.

It didn't feel like he was actually walking with his father. It didn't feel like he was wearing that crisp, solid white tux. It didn't feel like he was in his body- it felt like he was floating overhead and watching. It didn't feel like he could see Thianna and Sophie standing up there in their pretty white dresses. It didn't feel like his extended family was staring at him in wonder from his left. It didn't feel like he was looking at the back of Pitch's head.

Blushing excitedly, Jack looked up into his father's face with a happy smile. Kris smiled right back at him.

When he went back to school, it would officially be the second semester and Pitch would no longer be his teacher. Maybe that was why they were doing this now. Or maybe it was because they wanted to.

He liked to think it was the latter. Even more so when Pitch turned his head to smile at him.

The soft pat of his shoes on the ground finally faded when he stood across from Pitch. Kris took his place beside Aster and Jamie near Pitch. Sandy was following behind the father and son, carrying a small pillow with a big grin on his face. His father may not have agreed to attend, but Sandy and Pitch's sister wouldn't have missed this for anything.

Gazing into Pitch's eyes, once again Jack felt like it was all too good to be true. Just a few months ago the man wearing the crisp black tux before him was his teacher. And nothing more was to come of their relationship than a little crush…

It didn't seem that he was really there, holding the bunch of flowers. It didn't seem that Pitch was really holding his hands. It didn't seem like the man next to them was telling them what to repeat and what to answer.

When the man asked Pitch if he took him, Jack nearly died with joy. He could have when Pitch said yes.

"Jack," the man said. Jack held his breath. "Do you take Pitch… in sickness and in health… as long as you both shall live…?"

Tears welled in the corners of his eyes as he said, "I do." They were both so lucky to have found each other. So lucky that they lived in a state that allowed gay marriage. So lucky that they weren't going to give up on each other.

"Pitch Black," the man said with a warm smile, "You may kiss your bride…"

And Pitch did. He pulled his lover's face in and kissed him with such passion it was contagious. The family members began cheering and sobbing all at once in joy.

When they pulled apart, Jack said, "I'm so lucky to have you."

Pitch kissed him again and held the small teen in a loving embrace.

"You're finally mine, Jack," he said, kissing his cheek, "I can finally say that I have you… All to myself." Jack smiled and kissed him again.

Photos were taken, congratulations were bestowed, love was sent. It was a beautiful ceremony all around. Dancing with his father and his new husband later, in Jack's opinion, was the best part, though.

"Just because I won't be your teacher anymore, doesn't mean I won't be expecting to see you in my classroom, Jack Frost," Pitch teased as they swayed slowly together.

"Jack Black-Frost," the white haired teen corrected with a cheeky smile. Pitch smiled back and pecked his lips gently.

Once Jack tossed his bouquet, which he had specifically asked for because he wanted to throw it, Pitch embraced him again.

"You know," he hissed sensually into Jack's ear, "Now that we're married… There's going to be a lot of honeymooning going on…"

Jack grinned. "I like the sound of that," he purred back, kissing Pitch with a purposeful amount of tongue, "But just because you're the one I'm calling husband doesn't mean I'm just gonna let you be on top…"

Pitch smirked at him. "I do so love a challenge…"

And as the two drove off to partake in such naughty honeymoon activities, it was plainly obvious that the label of student and teacher was thrown out the window. Happily married partners had pushed it out while they sped along the freeway at eighty miles an hour.

Guh…. Never been very good at ending a story…

Well…. I hope it was okay…

Sorry if I didn't do your suggestions… I needed help spitballing ideas…

Very sappy ending… But, oh well… What can you do?

Sorry, no smut… I'm sure Evil Ed will be disappointed in me for that… ;p

I wish I could actually say all this. You'd all shun me. I sound like a 90 year old smoker right now my voice is so dead… Sickness… WHY?