Chapter 3

(Jack POV)

Oh my gorgeous those cupcakes are delicious. The chocolate melted on my tongue the moment it touched it. My eyes closed in happy bliss as I chewed slowly. A few minutes later I had swallowed everything and now there's nothing left because of those two stupid idiots who stole my cupcakes.

I will get my revenge.

I groaned in frustration as I washed my hands and headed back to the gym to get more practice. Unfortunately, when I got there, everyone had dispersed and I was alone.

I sighed and decided to go back upstairs. As I reached the top, I sensed something. I have no idea how, but I could sense my Source trying to tell me something. I reached in my pocket and gripped the staff hard.

Something's going on, he whispered. I nodded and slowly tiptoed back down the stairs. As I reached the bottom, I pressed my back flat against the wall to stay hidden. I snuck a look at the side and I saw nothing.

Suddenly, the air shifted and Stoick and another man stepped out of thin air. I held my breath as I looked closer.

The man wore a red hoodie, blue jeans, and he was barefoot. His skin was pale and his eyes were red.

He's a vampire!

"Are you sure you got rid of him?" Stoick asked the man.

The man smiled, showing pearl white fangs that made a shiver down my spine, "He won't be bothering us anymore. Stoick is a foolish man."

What? Another Stoick?

Stoick nodded, "And no one else was involved?"

"Well," the man rubbed the back of his neck. "His body crashed on a car driven by stupid girls, but I had them teleported to where they belonged without a single scratch."

"Good," Stoick nodded again. "Humans being teleported is memory loss anyway."

The man nodded and disappeared again. Stoick sighed and walked towards the stairs.

My heart pounded against my ribcage as he got closer.

Please go back, please go back.

I almost collapsed in relief when he bent down to tie his shoes.

I ran away as fast and as quietly as I could.

(Rapunzel's POV)

With nothing else to do, I retreated to my room but not before asking one of Jack's maids to bring me paint, a large canvas, and a brush. She smiled and went to retrieve what I asked. And while I waited, I changed into more comfortable clothes which are boxers (yes I wear boxers. They're so comfy!) and a tank top. Then I tied my hair up in a messy bun and waited. A knock sounded on my door a few minutes later and I opened it to see the maid with exactly what I wanted.

I took the things from her and smiled, "Thank you."

She smiled as well, "You're very welcome Miss."

I then shut the door and placed the paint on the floor. Then I went to the kitchen to look for a large plastic covering of some sort. I knew I was making myself feel too much at home, but I didn't care. It was time for me to paint.

I found the plastic and headed back to my room. Then I spread it out on the carpeted floor so I wouldn't get paint on it. I placed the canvas where I wanted to paint and I cranked up some music. When everything was in place, I reached for the brush and dipped it in the red paint.

I started with a swipe across the paper. Then I stopped.

I looked at that red gash for a while and I dropped the brush. I smiled sadly as I dipped one of my hands in blue paint and another in yellow.

Blue for confusion.

Yellow for happiness.

Red for passion.

I mixed colors painted to the music. As I painted, each color brought out a beat of my heart. When I used red, I thought of my Source. When I used both red and blue I thought of Jack Frost.

I painted and halfway through, I stopped to look down at myself. I was covered in paint. I had a few yellow streaks on my elbow, a red one down the front of my tank top, a blue one on my collarbone, a purple streak here, a brown one there, and basically yep I'm covered.

I giggled at myself and a knock sounded on the door before Jack poked his head in.

His eyes widened at my appearance and I glared at him.

"Next time, try waiting for my 'yes you may come in' before you actually poke your nose in here," I said, a hand on my hip.

He laughed softly, "Yeah well I've been knocking for a while now so…"

"Oh," was all I said, "My music was too loud I guess."

Then we just stood there awkwardly staring at each other.

He wore basketball shorts, a top, was barefoot as well, and his white hair was a mess.

Not that I noticed that.

"So…" I tried breaking the tension. "What were you going to tell me?"

"Oh right, um," he replied, "I was wondering if you'd want to go out some time?"

Wait what? Is he asking me out?

"Er, yeah sure," I stammered, "when?"

"After school tomorrow?" he said. He looked nervous haha, "We could maybe grab something to eat."

"Sure yeah," I said, butterflies exploding in my belly. And the whole time we were talking he was stepping closer and closer to me till we were a few inches apart.

He searched my face. Then he chuckled, "You've got a little something there."

He pointed at his chin and I rubbed mine, "Is it still there?"

"Yep," he replied. "You have a few here too." He gestured to his forehead and by then I was rubbing my forehead like a madman. Then he burst out laughing and he pointed to the bathroom. I walked there and was shocked to see that the paint on my hands had transferred to my chin and my forehead. I turned back to him, suppressing a smile and tried to look upset.

"You're going to pay for that!" I yelled and lunged at him, smearing his face and chest with paint. I tackled him to the bed and he tried to tickle me. I laughed and grabbed his hair, putting a few streaks of blue in his white hair. Then I tickled him in the ribs and before long we were rolling on my bed, trying to tickle each other and laughing so hard our cheeks hurt.

"Hey Rap-" We stopped at the sound of her voice and there stood Merida, a perplexed look on her face.

Ok, our position might look really weird right now considering I was sitting on top of him in my boxers and he and I were covered in paint.

Plus his shirt was half-way off.

Merida rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip, "No need to explain. It's pretty obvious."

"No wait-" I stuttered and Merida held up her hand. "I don't need the details about this bff." She said and giggled a little.

"Seriously!" I threw my hands up in frustration. "It's not what you think!"

"Uh huh," her face looked disbelieving, "Anyway, just wanted to tell you that there's no training tomorrow because Stoick is having the arena installed in the gym."

Then she winked at us and shut the door behind her.

I heard Jack laugh behind me and I turned to glare at him.

"What's so funny?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Now my best friend thinks you're my boyfriend!"

He was suddenly serious, "And is that a bad thing?"

"Yes!" I didn't hesitate, "We're in the middle of war, Jack. Of course it's a bad thing!"

He looked hurt for a while and I felt guilt wash over me.

Then he was back to his charming and broody self and said, "We're friends. That's that."

Was that disappointment I felt?

Then Hiccup walked in the door.

Without knocking.

I groaned in frustration. Then Merida followed him in and she held up a hand.

"Since the four of us are here in Jack's house in a sort of sleepover, why don't we play some truth or dare?"

I gulped.

Merida and the truth or dare game? Oh, lasagna.