Andy knew that, considering his circle of friends, the moments of peace he had to himself were few and sparse, so he liked to enjoy his solitude not stressing about whatever fires he'd have to put out later in the day.

He found a free bench and decided to make it his reading spot. As he lied there with his knees bent and an arm behind his head, a presence came to cast a shadow upon him, and he lowered his book, finding Violet looking back at him as she leaned over the backrest with her chin rested on her hands. She seemed oddly satisfied with herself and ready to bask in whatever she was there to share with the boy.

"Hey, Vi," he greeted, putting the bookmark between the pages and closing his book. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," the girl replied, making her way around the bench and gesturing for him to scoot over so she could sit. "Just thought it was time to remind you that I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO, MOTHERFUCKER!"

She punctuated the last word with a finger jabbed at his chest, and Andy glowered at her.

"What in tarnation are you talking about?"

"The only thing anyone is talking about," Violet answered, huffing, and seeing his confusion, promptly clarified, "Elsa and Jack."

He clicked his tongue, eyes hardening on the cover of his book. "Right. That."

"Yes, that. And I will remind you that I was the first to figure out something was going on between those two."

Andy smirked. "Great job, Nancy Drew. But you were speculating. Technically, I was the one who got solid proof first."

Her eyes narrowed. "You're lying."

"Nope. Caught them together in the library one day."

"Dude," Violet sniggered. "I don't know if I wish I was in your shoes or not."

"You probably don't." He sighed. "As happy as I am for them, that is an image I didn't need in my brain, thank you very much."

The girl laughed at his disgruntlement, and as she calmed down, she stretched her legs to nudge his sneaker with hers. "So… What changed your mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't like them together before. Y'know, back at Christmas?"

"I didn't like the idea of a fling that'd mess everything up later," Andy rectified, then added with a shrug, "But I don't know, I think they're both pretty serious about it."

She shook her head and snorted. "Like they're getting married right after graduation and building a family together to live happily ever after?"

He chuckled. "I wouldn't go that far, but I do think they will last a while."

"Hmm…"

"What about you?" Andy nudged her shoe back. "You okay with it?"

"Oh, you bet." Violet laughed, rubbing her palms together. "I'm gonna have the time of my life making fun of Frost from now on."

"Good for you." He shook his head, reprimanding, but the endearment in his voice was as clear as day.

After a while of just watching the comes and goes of students, she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes with a sigh. "First, Astrid and Hiccup. Now, Elsa and Jack. It's like we're the royal family inbreeding with one another."

He gagged, making her laugh, but he still sensed a bit of melancholy in her voice. Sensing that it'd be best not to press the girl on it, however, he said instead, "Guess that leaves us… Wanna make out?"

The girl puckered her lips and looked at him through her lashes. "Andrew, I thought you'd never ask."

He laughed with her as he rested his cheek on the top of her head. Sitting together like that, Andy was reminded of how tiny she was in comparison to him. She looked a lot more vulnerable than the hard persona she played in front of everyone else.

"He still likes you, you know."

"I don't wanna hear it," she grumbled.

Sensing the walls coming up, Andy mentally stepped back to give her breathing space. "Okay. Sorry. We're not talking about it anymore."

"Thanks."

Before she could protest, he was wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. Violet immediately stiffened, but he didn't let go, clumsily keeping the side of her face smushed against his chest until he felt the tension leaving her shoulders.

"You looked like you needed a hug."

She let out a snort and poked him in the ribs with her index finger. "You're not my type, Davis."

Andy huffed, loosening his hold so they could sit more comfortably but still keeping an arm around his friend. "You've been stressed out because of the whole fight between those two."

"Meh, kinda."

"No need to worry anymore."

"I wasn't worried," she protested, glowering at him as if he had offended her. "But I am glad that it's over, I guess."

"Yeah, same." Andy sighed, closing his eyes.

"Wanna go do something?" Violet asked, patting his knee.

"Sure, but we should steal some coffee from the Student Council first."

The brunette tsked, reprimanding, and shook her head. "That's awful mentorship of you, Andrew."

"Yeah, yeah, just don't tell Elsa. She thinks I have a problem," he grumbled, getting up on his feet and holding out a hand for her.

"We all think you have a problem, buddy," she countered, letting him pull her up. "But we love you anyways."

Violet pinched his cheek, much to his chagrin, and he swatted her hand away with a growl.

"Aw, aren't I lucky to have such great friends?"

She nodded. "You sure are."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Well… I wasn't."

Elsa had been trying to study at one of the outdoor tables but so far had gotten very little done. With the Student Council obligations off her plate, she was pretty much up to date with her school assignments. There was no time crunch to beat and the dull afternoon was not helping boost her productivity.

"Hey, Your Majesty."

She started as arms suddenly wrapped around her shoulders and she felt the weight of Jack's body over hers. He planted a loud kiss on her cheek and slung a leg over the bench to sit next to her.

"Hello, Frost." She put her pencil down and smiled at him. "How are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm just peachy." He wrapped his arms around her waist and tilted his head with an arched eyebrow. "You, on the other hand, look a little down. What's wrong?"

Elsa sighed, flipping through the pages of her book absentmindedly. "Anna said we were making too much of a fuss over her and the other girls and kicked us out of the Student Council's room today."

"And you're upset because...?"

She huffed, propping her chin up with an elbow. It wasn't like watching her sister taking the reins of the Student Council work upset her per se—Elsa felt rather proud of that, but letting the girls handle things on their own also made her chest tighten a little. But to the guy next to her, she simply said, "I'm bored."

"Oh, how very terrible for you," he mocked, chuckling.

Crossing her arms, she glowered at him. "Excuse me?"

Jack shrugged. "I'm just saying. Some of us are busy trying to leave a mark on the school walls."

With a heavy exhale, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me you're not actually trying to mark the school walls…"

"I am not, Elsa." He rolled his eyes with exaggerated annoyance. "That would be property damage. I checked."

"Oh my God," Elsa groaned, not sure if she felt relieved or even more concerned after his statement. Fortunately, that was a can of worms she did not have to deal with anymore.

"So, unlike some people, I don't have time to waste."

"And yet, here you are," Elsa countered with an eyebrow raised.

He laughed and placed his chin on her shoulder. "I'm with you, aren't I? That's never a waste of time in my book."

His breath tickled her neck, making her squirm, but he didn't let go of her. If anything, he only held her closer.

"But seriously, Your Majesty. I envy you, being graced with a lazy afternoon like this."

Elsa laughed, shaking her head. "Please. You wouldn't last a day in my life."

"Well, you wouldn't last an hour in mine."

"Because being a harbinger of chaos like yourself is so much hard work..."

He smirked. "I'm glad we agree on that."

"You're an idiot." She tried to glare at him, but their proximity made it impossible to keep a serious face on. Her eyes unconsciously went to his lips, making her swallow slowly.

Noticing her reaction, Jack's smile widened, and he leaned even closer. His fingers traced a line along her jaw, and with his lips almost grazing hers, he whispered, "There's a way we can put that to test if you're game..."

Elsa instinctively pulled back, eyes wide and mouth open agape in astonishment. She didn't like the sound of that. She didn't like it at all. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. It's written all over your face!"

Faking ignorance would only prolong her misery, so she shook her head in disbelief. "You gotta be kidding me."

"Scared of losing, aren't we?" he teased, tangling his leg with hers and pulling her closer.

She laughed, jokingly poking him in the ribs with her elbow. "In your dreams, Frost."

He grinned. "So what do you say?"

"Oh, it's on."

There were plenty of hiding spots around campus to choose from, but for some reason, Hiccup's moments with his dear girlfriend more often than not ended up interrupted by some nosy moron with some urgent matter and some lousy timing. Maybe the gods of good fortune hated him, or maybe he was just predictable like that, but in either case, Hiccup knew that it was only a matter of time before one of his friends cooked up their next brilliant scheme.

With that in mind, he found a tree with a nice shade he and Astrid could hide under, and before he knew it, the combination of chirping birds, warm sun, and cut grass had her snoozing like she had no concerns in her life.

Hiccup leaned back, contemplating the sight of his girlfriend fast asleep with her head on his lap. Softly, he moved her bangs away from her face and noticed that the constant crease she had between her eyebrows was still there, which made him chuckle—something that'd likely earn him a broken nose had she been awake to witness.

"Hey, Hiccup!"

Lazily, he turned to find the school gardener treading in their direction, a seedlings tray on his arms and a big grin on his face. Hiccup smiled back, greeting the man with a quick wave. "Linguini, sup?"

"You guys' delivery came in the other day and—" Linguini stopped when he noticed the sleeping girl. In a much lower voice, he added, "Oops. Sorry."

Hiccup gave the tiniest of the shrugs. "All good."

"Anyways, can you let Jack know that I have his package?"

"Can do."

"Thanks, buddy." Linguini's gaze kept shifting between Hiccup and Astrid, and he beamed. "You two make a good couple."

He noticed Astrid's breathing going uneven, but it only lasted a second, so he wasn't sure whether he had actually seen it or not. Rubbing the back of his neck, he mumbled, "Uh… thanks."

Linguini adjusted the tray he carried against his hip with a huff. "I should get back to work. Lots to do."

"Later, man." Hiccup watched the gardener walking down the concrete path, and as soon as he disappeared, he pinched Astrid's nose. "Alright, you can stop pretending now."

Astrid frowned and slowly opened one eye to peek at him. "You knew?"

"I saw you flinching when Linguini mentioned us two." He tried to look reprimanding, but there was no holding his smirk back. "Nice going, by the way. Leaving me to fend for myself like that."

"You were fine, Hiccup," she sighed, sitting up.

Hiccup watched as she stretched her arms above her head and rotated her neck slowly. "You're a terrible girlfriend."

She snorted. "And the fact that we're still together only helps prove my theory that there's something really wrong with your brain."

"I'm sorry milady, but if you think I'm letting go of you, you are terribly mistaken." He rolled his eyes, then put his hands on her lower back to pull her closer. "How was your nap?"

Astrid sighed, resting her head on the hollow of his neck. "Too short."

As he chuckled, some movement caught his eyes, and he gestured at it with his head. "Well, I'd love to indulge you a little longer… but I think they may have other plans in mind."

Astrid followed his gaze, and they watched warily as Jack and Elsa marched towards them. Narrowing her eyes, she grumbled, "What now?"

"Hmm…" Hiccup bit his lip, apprehensive. Though they couldn't hear what was being said, the stormy pair seemed to be arguing about something, heated glares and snarled words thrown at one another as their arms flew threateningly, and Hiccup could swear that the air felt suddenly charged with tension somehow.

"I have a bad feeling about this..."