Okay, sorry this one took a bit longer than usual, but I have some good news. I'm officially on my Summer holidays now! Yayyy. Unfortunately, that also means I'll be working five days a week so updates may be a bit all over the place...

Anyways, here's chapter three. Enjoy x

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Smack!

Jack groaned as another lump of sticky rice landed in his hair. Tuff did not have good chopstick control.

Their food had only just been put on the table and seconds in, Tuff was already making a complete mess of himself.

"Hey, watch it!" Jack shielded his face as another lump of rice came hurtling his way. It bounced off his arm and stuck to the table with a wet splat. "Dude, urgh…" Jack ran his hands through his hair, trying to get rid of the rice clumps.

"Sharing is caring, bro." Tuff laughed through a mouthful of white rice. "Hey, you want some of my squid?" He shoved the crisp curly tentacle at my face, but immediately dropped it into his lap when the chopsticks snapped past each other. "Eww, I'm gonna smell gross for the rest of the night!"

"You already do, squidface!" Ruff shouted from her seat.

"Shut it, chickenbreath!"

"Make me, dungbeetle!"

At this point, Jack turned his attention away from the twins (they'd be going on like this for a while, he thought) and carried on with his starter instead. It was good, although a lot like a plate of glorified KFC with a posh watery sauce on the side.

It'd been ten minutes since earbud boy had left. After finishing with the vegetables, he'd tucked the half empty tupperware box under his arm and disappeared again through the back door, mouthing along silently to a song.

Jack found himself constantly flicking his eyes to the door every few seconds.

He hoped the boy would come back soon.

"Jack, you alright?" Astrid pulled him out of his stare, and he whipped around to see Astrid and Gogo looking at him. "You seem a bit out of it."

"Yeah yeah, I'm just- I like watching the cooks, y'know?" Jack stumbled on his words, but the girls seemed satisfied with this excuse nonetheless.

A few minutes later, their plates were cleared away by Tadashi and the conversation turned to how many Pokemon everyone had caught on Pokemon Go. Jack had become slightly obsessed with the app for a few days when it first came out, but now it was kinda boring. He'd deleted the app that morning actually. Tuff and Ruff could be heard shouting, arguing about which of them had caught a Meowth first.

Jack decided to zone out at this point and instead turned to talk to Astrid and Gogo, who, despite being the tomboys of the girl group, weren't interested in the craze either.

Their topic of conversation somehow landed on time travel and what they'd do first if they could go anywhere in time.

"I'd go back to the middle ages and hand out chocolate bars and Coke cans and high five everyone, that'd be funny as hell. Probably mess up the timelines and cause the end of the world though." Gogo sighed.

"Aw, I wouldn't be that exciting. I'd just go back and redo all my exams, y'know, actually make an effort and get good grades…" Astrid shrugged. "What about you, Jack?"

"Um," He paused, thinking of all the possibilities. "Well, I suppose I should go back and do something helpful like kill Hitler or stop Disney from buying Star Wars, but… I'd probably just write down the lottery numbers and then go back and become a millionaire."

"Good plan." Gogo nodded. "I'd join you on that, I think- Aw yeah, food's here!"

Tadashi reappeared behind Tuff and placed plates in front of him and I. Then he served Gogo and Astrid too. How the heck had he been carrying four plates at once? Jack had had a job in a coffee shop since he was fourteen and he still hadn't mastered carrying more than two at a time.

They all tucked in immediately. The duck was incredible, and Jack also smiled when he ate the vegetables. They were delicious too…

"Hadokku!" The chef had suddenly reappeared right in front of Jack. Jack wondered for a second what that might mean, when the door banged open and he came back in, this time carrying a large black bottle of something.

"Nani?" The boy replied, keeping his body half out the door, only his head peeking out. Jack noticed one of his earbuds was still in. His voice was different to what Jack had expected, but he couldn't figure out how it was different. It just was.

The chef started barking words at him in Japanese and the boy nodded a few times before leaving again.

Jack kept his eye on the door as he carried on eating. It was difficult though, because with almost every bite, he had to close his eyes, appreciating the unbelievable taste.

The rest of the evening flew by too fast for Jack's liking. They had dessert and then stayed for a few more drinks before beginning to debate the bill.

This was the only part of nights out Jack disliked.

Elsa and Merida ended up in a fight over how much tip to leave and in the end, Jack decided to put in an extra three quid as apology to Tadashi, who, after having to put up with us all night, deserved it.

When the group finally stood up, ready to leave, Jack quickly said he needed to use the toilet and rushed out to the bathrooms.

Once inside the ridiculously clean, white toilets, he checked himself in the mirror.

"Crap." He cursed, spotting a stain on the collar on his shirt. Tuff had not only ruined his hair, but his shirt as well. He cleaned himself up as best he could, ruffling his dyed white hair to remove the final few grains of rice and re-perfecting the style.

He often got a lot of strange looks and stares from strangers in the street for his hair and pierced ears, but he didn't care. He liked it, and so did all his friends. Especially Gogo, who'd actually been the one who suggested he did something exciting to shake up his boring brown hair.

He also wore blue prescription contacts most days. They were pretty uncomfortable, so he didn't wear them everyday, but his natural chesnut eye colour just didn't look quite right with his shocking white hair. Plus he hated wearing his glasses.

Most of Jack's friends didn't know he wore contacts. Only a few of his closest friends, like Tuff and Astrid.

Jack's confidence was hugely affected by his look. He used to be really shy, until he befriended Aster, Gogo and a few others on a school project. They were nice to him, and helped him come out of his shell.

Jack Frost.

The kid with the white hair and blue eyes.

That was how everyone remembered him and he was fine with that. It was better than not remembering him at all, anyway.

Jack continued to stare himself down in the mirror.

There was one thing nobody knew about him though. Not even Tuff.

And everyday he wanted to tell them. Every time he met any of his friends, he always tried to say it, but every time, he couldn't.

The truth was, Jack Frost, the kid with the white hair and blue eyes, liked boys.

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"So, are you guys coming to the club?" Astrid asked excitedly, nearly tripping on her way out of the restaurant.

"I don't know. North's my ride home, so I'll have to ask him first." Jack replied. He turned to find him, when Astrid's hand caught his.

"You can hire a taxi, duh! You weren't actually planning on driving home yourselves, were you?"

She was right. All of them were more than a little tipsy. If they were already drunk, why not go out for more?

"Yeah sure then. Why the hell not?" Jack grinned, following the group, as they began walking down the road towards the Sovereign.

On the way there, Jack glanced at the time on his phone. Then, immediately had to check it again because he wasn't actually paying attention the first time.

8:57pm.

The 'club', as it'd been dubbed, was fantastic. Three floors, all set back a little each time with balconies looking down onto the lower floors with spiral metal staircases dotted around. Strings of lantern lights shone from every wall and the dance floor was alive with a booming bass track.

Jack was also surprised by how easy it'd been to get in. The bouncer didn't ask for any ID, even though Sandy looked about twelve.

The second the sixteen party of them entered the club, they dispersed off in different directions and before Jack knew what was happening, he was alone.

This was not ideal, he thought as he swam his way through the crowd of dancing bodies, towards the bar, where he assumed at least a few of his friends had gravitated towards.

Nope, apparently not. Jack really didn't want to spend his entire night scouring the club for his friends so he took a seat at the bar and ordered a pint. If he just stayed here, someone would come to him eventually.

So that's where Jack found himself sitting for a few minutes, sipping his drink, and watching the dancers, most of them in couples, the occasional big group of girls. Jack knew most of the songs that were being played, but only from hearing them on the radio or in adverts. Heavy bass and dubstep wasn't really his style.

After ten minutes, he got a bit fed up of waiting and decided to ascend to the next level to continue his search.

He found all fifteen of his friends sprawled out in a giant assortment of sofas and armchairs on the edge of the balcony on the second floor. As he approached, drink in hand, they cheered.

"Where'd you disappear to, Jack?" Aster laughed. "We thought you mighta' got lucky already, or something," He chuckled again, but quickly stopped when Merida, who was lying across his lap, leaned up and planted a kiss on his chin.

Jack walked over and flopped onto an empty armchair right next to the balcony railings.

"See you got a drink already?" Flynn raised an eyebrow, holding up his own pint for a cheers. Jack did it, but only because it was already in his hand.

To be honest, he was angry with the lot of them. From where he was sat, he had clear view of the bar. Which meant that the whole time he'd been sat down there, they could see him, but they'd done nothing about it, and then had tried to act surprised when he'd come traipsing up the stairs.

He blocked them all out for a few minutes, as he watched the bar down below. It was pretty dark down there, but his view allowed him to see the bar, the dance floor and the front door too. It seemed like an endless stream of people that came pouring in, with no one leaving. How was there enough room in here?

He checked his phone again.

9:48pm.

He didn't want to be here. This was boring. And his 'friends' had put him in a sour mood. He could go back to the restaurant…

He could go see earbud boy again…?

No, Jack. Jesus, don't be such a creep. That's weird.

He was about to get up and leave when he saw a familiar face come in through the front door.

No way…

Earbud boy strolled in and took a seat at the bar, on the exact stool Jack had been sat at a few minutes ago.

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First off, I have never been to a club (as I'm about as social as a tortoise) so all of that was completely made up. It sounded like a cool place though, I think. Also, sorry for the lack of HiJack so far, but I promise next chapter is going to be good. I have an amaaaaazing idea. So far, we've got a slightly tipsy Jack and a Hiccup (sorry, earbud boy) who doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

Two of the broken masks: Thanks for your review xx And sorry there wasn't much Hiccup in this chapter, but there'll be a lot more in the next chapter. Thanks for your support xx

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