Yo, yo, everybody! How's everyone out there doing? OMG I'm sorry I'm updating so late but my mom just came into town and we decided to go for a shopping spree, and we sure did get A LOT. I'm probably going to have to throw out nearly everything in my closet, and don't even ask me about makeup and accessories. I'm sure my turning-11-this-year cousin will appreciate the major flow of gifts coming her way ;D. She's really cute. Her name is Lola. Okay, back on track with the subject (was there even one to begin with?). Now is the moment I know you have all been waiting for (don't deny it). I WILL ANSWER THE REVIEWS! (I bet you thought I was going to say I was going to start the chapter xD)

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Chapter 4

North

Naturally, we were all surprised, but apparently none of us more than Sandy. He was pointing at the projection of the girl and sputtering (as well as he could), images flashing faster and faster above his head. Jack quickly flew over and went on his knees to try the Sandman, which was strange because Sandy was usually known for being cool and collected (and asleep, too).

"Hey, hey, dude!" Jack yelled. "Calm yo tits; the world is not gonna blow up!" Tooth looked horrified at Jack using such vulgar language, Bunny was looking at Jack in surprise, and I was just chuckling. Sandy looked at Jack vaguely, before bursting into laughter, chuckles shaking his little body. Slowly Jack joined in on our laughter, relishing the fact that we were laughing with him, and not at him.

After the battle with Pitch, you see, we watched (with his permission) Jack's memories. A lot of things that even Jack didn't know about himself were revealed. Like how he got bullied as a kid for being so protective of his little sister, or how his father was an alcoholic and died in a fire, or even how Jack was secretly teaching himself kung-fu to fight the bullies back.

We all eventually sobered up and looked at each other awkwardly before turning to Sandy for an explanation. He shrugged before images quickly flashed quickly, one after the other, explaining his reaction.

A timeline with an arrow pointing to an hour and a half before now. Two people bumping into each other and starting to talk. The same two people, who we recognized as Sandy and Daughter Nature, still speaking (sort of). Compass, lightbulb, Sandy rushing off, and finally the flow of pictures ended. Most of us were still trying to process the compass, but Jack explained it for us.

"Wait, wait, wait a moment," he said, interrupting the silence, "so and hour and a half ago, you met this girl, you talked, then you saw the Northern Lights, and then you rushed off." Sandy nodded in affirmative.

"That's great!" Jack exclaimed. At the weird looks he got, he explained, "Well, obviously Sandy likes her, so he's set up another date." Sandy's cheeks got darker and he stomped his foot like a four-year-old, images above his head basically projecting the ever-so-famous phrase of "I don't like her!" We all burst out laughing, Tooth, even stifling a few giggles beneath her hand. Sandy looked around at us in confusion and shook his head at the ground.

After the laughter had all died down, I said, "Well? What are we waiting for?" The others gave me bewildered looks. "Well we have to get her down here." Sandy shook his head violently.

"Why?" Tooth asked curiously.

After several images projected over his head, Jack, yet again (seriously, you'd think this kid had been friends with Sandy all his life), translating for us, we understood that he had set up to meet her at midnight tomorrow. He absolutely refused to call it a date, and refrained from caving no matter how much playful teasing he got.

After, I clapped my hands together and, spying one of the Harry painting a teddy bear's eyes the wrong color, said I must return to my work. The others gave off similar excuses, all still chuckling inwardly about Sandy's little crush.

What we certainly didn't know about it was that it was not just a itty bitty crush. We should have know that Cupid would get into this.

Sorry it's so short! But I've gotta go take a shower because I am striving to get up early tomorrow (even though we all know that's not gonna happen). I will probably wake up at 8:00, curse my alarm clock for being so quiet, and sulk in my misery behind piles and piles of work.

Anyhoo, on that ever so cheerful note, I will say farewell, and to all, a Merry Christmas! :S (Don't ask, I'm just weird that way)