Hello! Sorry the wait was longer than a week, but a lot of exciting stuff has happened to me recently, the most interruptive being that I'm a senior prefect at my school! As such I handle all inspections from Offsted and any and all Governors! :D

Anyway, enough of my excuses! I present to you, chapter number two! (I made it longer ;D)

The silence of the room seemed eternal, as if never to be broken, and the sun's rays just peaked through the slightly parted curtains, illuminating the chocolate brown coloured room warmly, revealing the personal memorabilia spread around the room. Posters of bands on the walls, miniature dragon statues resting calmly on the furniture, and the cat sleeping at the foot of the bed in a dark black bundle, nestled between the golden sheets. However, one thing was out of place, and that was the man currently spread out half on the floor, with his legs still concealed somewhere under his sheets.

As the sound of an alarm clock ripped through the air, Hiccup was slow to get up at first, but soon sprang into a standing position when he noticed his puddle of dribble was getting dangerously close to his eye.
Rubbing a lazy, groggy hand across his face, he gave out a large groan as he stretched, back popping quietly, "Why on earth did I set the alarm so early?"

Stopping the maddening beeping as a minute passed, a cog turned in Hiccup's head, and he was immediately giddy with enthusiasm. Today was the day; he was finally going to meet The Guardians, he was finally going to meet Jack Frost! Giving a quick glance at his poster, he made a determined face and gave a quick nod, he was not going to mess this up, he was going to do this perfectly. So perfectly that even his Dad would give him a pat on the back for it.

Throwing off his boxers he gave his nipple a quick scratch and threw on his favourite clothes, a dark green top, black jeans, and a brown jacket. He looked it over in his wardrobe mirror, deciding that it wasn't too sloppy, but was just informal enough to make him look approachable, which is exactly what he wanted for today.
Then a quick thought popped into his head, "Or should I wear something more formal to look more like a manager, they'll have to respect me then."

Deciding to leave the matter for now, he scooped up Toothless, who was still asleep on the bed, and hurried out the room, looking at the various pictures on the wall as he went. There were pictures of him and Astrid at the park with Toothless, a picture of Hiccup looking less than thrilled having to stand with his cousin Snotlout, who looked equally displeased, and a picture of his mother, her youth contrasting the old and withered state of the photo.

Tossing that thought from his mind, he entered his living room and placed his pet down on the large brown leather sofa that sat in the room's centre, and walked over to the kitchen counter, looking through the cupboards as he did yesterday. Unsurprisingly he did not find any new foodstuffs hidden away, but found a lot of food for Toothless.

Sighing, he grabbed the cat biscuit box and gave it a gentle shake, instantly setting the cat into action as he leaped from the sofa, ran across the tiles, and up onto the counter, tail flickering as his green eyes looked on expectantly.
"Heh, I buy all the food and yet you're the one that eats like a king."
Hiccup poked Toothless's stomach, "How are you not a tubby kitty?"

Toothless puffed up his chest in pride as his master set some food out for him in a gleaming bowl. Giving his face a quick wash in the sink, Hiccup began to prepare himself a cup of Coffee. The hungry man watched his friend hurriedly eat, but soon found that it was just tormenting himself. He looked at the box of biscuits, intrigued.
"Are they really that good?"

Digging a single biscuit out the box, Hiccup hesitantly put the fish shaped treat into his mouth, giving a few slow chews as he pondered if it was revolting or not. After a few satisfied sounds, he concluded that it was better than nothing, and left for work, leaving behind an irate cat, who had just witnessed his food supply being messed with. This would have consequences.

Hiccup closed the door quietly, locking it with his keys and turning to walk away, until he heard a slight patter at his window. Turning, he saw Toothless sitting there, looking as if he was glaring at the boy. The poor brunet had no idea what he had done wrong, and gave a gentle shrug towards his pet, who seemed to shift his gaze to his master's hand.

Realising why the cat seemed so annoyed, Hiccup looked down at the box of cat biscuits, and debated whether or not it would be deemed strange if he turned up at work with a box of pet food.
"Well, their opinion of me can't get any lower," he thought, and threw the box onto the car seat next to his.

Getting into his untrustworthy car, Hiccup continued to munch on a few biscuits, liking each one more than the last.
"Well, this is going to give a good first impression," he muttered as he pulled out onto the road and drove off to the stadium, ready for the first day of practise with The Guardians.

Seven o clock lazily strolled around and the hotel room was bustling with excitement, well at least from most people. North, Aster, and Ania were all rushing around, shouting various things at each other, and occasionally colliding, causing them to drop anything they were carrying in a mess on the floor.

"North! Where is the suitcase with my clothes?" Shouted Ania, shoulders raised in agitation, they had very little time left and so much to do.
"I don't know, Jack put suitcase away," the large man replied in a hurry, fumbling trying to get a black sock on his foot, only to fall directly onto the bed that Aster was sitting on, causing the unfortunate man to get bounced off, hitting the floor with a mighty thump.
"North!"

Ignoring the ruckus behind her, Ania approached the sleeping boy, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.
"Heh, he must've been up all night with excitement," she whispered to herself, brushing a stray hair out of her friends face gently. Pulling back quickly as she noticed that he was stirring, she debated whether to wake him up or just look herself, the case couldn't have gone that far.

Just as she came to the decision that it would be best to let the tired boy sleep, a familiar black sock landed straight on his face, engulfing his nose in the folds. Ania tried not to laugh as she turned and attempted to scowl at the squabbling males who instantly ceased their bickering.

Turning back, she saw that Jack was now awake, and staring absent-mindedly at the sock that rested in his hand, seeming to not know what to do with it.
"Um, morning Jack."
"Ania, whose sock is this?"

"Is mine!" came North's booming voice as he snatched it away, giving Aster a quick slap to the back of his head after doing so, earning him a few swears.
"You bloody do that again, mate."
"Ahh, lighten up, bunny."

Itching his tired eyes, Jack peered around the room, noting that everything had been upturned by his friend's panic.
"Jack," came Ania's voice, "You do remember what today is don't you?"

He blinked at her, "Yeah, sure! Today's the day we have our first practise."
Watching as her friend gave exaggerated arm movements, worry grew within the young woman, "And, why are you so... like this?"
"Oh, I couldn't sleep cos I was excited, I only dozed off about," he peered at the clock, "Four hours ago."

Aster slapped his face in frustration, walking over to the sleepy boy, "You didn't even change out of your day clothes, ya bloomin moron."
He picked up the boy and carried him towards the bathroom door, and then pushed him inside, "Get washed, ya smell like a groundhog."

The door to the bathroom slammed shut in his face, and Jack could only blink sluggishly; he was up so late, thinking of new ways to impress and wow people at the show that he never really got to sleep, and now he could barely stand. At this rate, even the newbie manager was going to outshine him with ease.

Looking in the overly large mirror, he slapped his face a few times in an attempt to wake up, but only succeeded in turning the porcelain skin a light shade of pink in the shape of hands.
Jack gave out a loud groan, attracting attention from outside, "Do ya business quietly!"
"Huh, wha- Oh, ew gross!" he replied, mind seemingly starting up as he worked out what was being implied.

About fifteen minutes later, Jack emerged from the room with damp hair, evidently having had a shower.
"Well," he asked, spreading his arms for effect, "Am I back to my radiant self?"
He was met with silence.
"Let's just go to breakfast," Ania said, breaking the seemingly eternal silence.
The three of them walked out the room, leaving behind a sulking Jack, "Great friends you guys are."

If breakfast was the most important meal of the day, then why did the hotel's food look like it was conjured from a witch's cauldron? Jack and Ania stood side by side at the buffet, both having the same look of confusion on their face.
"Ania, what the hell is that?" Jack asked, pointing at a strange looking substance.

"That would be," she leant forward, reading the label, "caviar."
"That's not even a breakfast food!"
"Apparently it is," she poked it with a spoon, "I dare you to eat a bit."

As she held the spoon in front of his face, Jack swore that it was the most unappetising thing he had ever seen. The off-green, jelly looking thing had a black circle in the centre, and all he could think was how it looked like eyes staring at him, daring him to eat them.
"Uh, you go first," he backed away slightly, looking at his less than impressed friend in disgust.

"Ugh fine, wimp", she shook her head in a playful fashion, widening her eyes slightly.
Slowly, she put the jelly like thing in her mouth tentatively. Jack's stare grew more intense with each passing moment, waiting for the reaction that he prayed would come, it just had to be absolutely disgusting. He watched her chew slowly, savouring the taste of the apparently high class food. She gave a few appreciative sounds, and then it happened. She spat it out onto the floor, right onto Jack's shoes.

The tour bus was quiet, too quiet to be at all comfortable. After Ania spat onto Jack's shoes, they caused a big fuss and ultimately got kicked out of the hotel, and had to find another place to stay, which was a problem, seeing as how they had very little money between them, nowhere near enough to afford a hotel, even for one night.

It slowly pulled out of the Hotel car park and joined the other sparse amount of vehicles that housed people fulfilling the daily grind, yet it stood out due to its bright red colour, setting it apart from the otherwise dark coloured cars that surrounded it.

Aster and North sat in the front seats, quietly discussing what to do.
"We could stay in bus?"
Aster gave him an astounded look, "North, I don't know if you've noticed mate, but we have a lady on board and nowhere for her to have a little privacy?" He rubbed the back of his head, the short hair tickling his palm, "We'll just have to ask at the stadium if they can book us another hotel or something."

North nodded understandingly, as much as they were like family, this is exactly why he did not feel comfortable with Ania, or any of the other for that matter, not having their own space.
"Fine, fine, how long until arrival?"
Aster looked at his watch, "Uh 'bout ten minutes."
"Bozhe Moy."

In the back seat, there sat Jack, scrubbing away at his shoes hastily, effort clearly etched into his face. He could still smell that awful slop on them, and would not rest until it was vanquished.
"Jack," cooed a bored Ania, "Does it even matter? You never wear your shoes during practise, or anywhere that's not outside for that matter?"

He paused and looked up, "I know, just trying to get rid of you germs," he poked forward an accusing finger and smirked playfully.
"Please, if anything I made those things cleaner."
Jack made a face as if to refute the statement, but a sudden outburst up the front distracted the two of them.

"Jack, why so tired this morning?" Cooed North from his seat, worried about the youngest of their members.
Jack shrugged slightly, his hoodie crumpling as he did so, "Dunno, just couldn't sleep for some reason I guess."

This time it was Aster's turn to question him, "Are you gonna be good for today? We don't need you giving a crap first impression to a major label."
Jack scrunched his face at the scruffy man, knowing that this was his way of saying to take better care of himself, even if it did have a bit of an attitude attached to it.

"They say that when you can't sleep it's because you're awake in someone else's dream," Squeaked Ania, shuffling in her seat excitedly, "Ahh, Jack, someone has a crush on you!"
Taking her up on her teasing, Jack entered a proud pose, "Of course, who could resist all," he gestured up and down, "All of this?"
"Anyone with half a brain," muttered Aster, though it didn't go unheard.

The bus settled down to a still, comfortable, silence, everyone becoming interested in their own things. Jack was currently playing a game on his phone, which was a gift from his mother, and was fittingly a ice blue colour; Ania was reading her favourite book, the plot had just gotten interesting as the protagonist's father had gone missing, and he must decide whether or not to leave his lover to search for him; and Aster and North were quietly muttering between them, apparently about what directions to take, again.

"What do I take to get to stadium?"
"The next exit on the left," Aster announced with a hurry, noticing that it was getting close with every second.
"No, that take us to beach front."
Aster looked hurriedly at the wheel, then at North, then at the road again, "Mate, you asked me how to get there and I told you, now take this exit."
"No, I take one after," North announced, looking as if he was going to pass the exit despite asking for directions.

"You're gonna bloody miss it!" Aster shouted, dragging the wheel to the side.
The bus skidded to the side, nearly colliding with another car, infuriating the driver. A fresh set of tire tracks where left on the road as the vehicle pulled into the exit, slightly colliding with the road divider, throwing the younger members in the back from their seats, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

"Ahh, now we miss stadium!" Cried North in anguish.
"Um, North?" Jack poked his shoulder, having gotten out of the tangle of limbs, and pointed at a road sign that showed the road did indeed lead to the stadium.

North looked at the sign with scorn, he was certain that the next exit was the correct one, after all, he had been driving for so long that he had a sixth sense about these things. As his eyes fell from the sign, they caught sight of Aster's smug grin, which had just a pinch of irritation mixed in, shown by the throbbing vein in his forehead.
"Bah, lucky guess ."

Hiccup came on stage, and there were instantly whispers coming from all around him, and he knew straight away that the impression the workers had of him had just dropped a peg or two. Still, ever resilient, he popped another biscuit in his mouth and awkwardly approached the centre stage where Pitch stood, grimacing at him with utter disgust.

He loomed there in the middle of the stage, holding a clipboard, and seemingly gave off an ominous aura that could be mistaken for murderous intent. As he fixed his black suit and ran a hand through his dark hair, he addressed the nearing boy.

"Are you now so desperate as to eat cat biscuits, Mr Hiccup?"
Technically, Hiccup held a higher rank than Pitch, being the Head's son, yet the man often talked down to and belittled him, with no chastisement on his part. At first Hiccup had greatly disliked it, as well as the man, but now just took the niggling as it came, and usually responded with a sarcastic comment.
"Still better quality food than you can afford, Pitch," He replied with a sly smirk.

Amber eyes burned with anger as the man's top lip twitched ever so slightly, muttering some foul insult under his breath before walking away. If that boy wasn't the son of his boss, he would most certainly have some things to say to him, face to face. But Hiccup paid this no mind, and simply teased and prodded Pitch to see how far he could take it before the man exploded at him, which had surprisingly never happened yet.
"Maybe he's got some secret plan to get rid of me?" He thought to himself sarcastically.

Hiccup's desk sat above the rest of the stage, on a platform that was raised about a metre off of the ground, and was situated at directly opposite the stage, in amongst the audience seating. It was probably the only good thing that Snotlout ever actually did for him, apart from moving to another city that is.

The desk was dark, tinted oak and sported four drawers, in which Hiccup kept official documents in one, completed projects in the next, future projects in the third, and his doodles in the final one. It's not that he ever felt as if he had nothing to do, but his mind would wonder, as would his pencil or pen, creating images of fantasy worlds and creatures with ease, though he never showed them to anyone, no matter how pleased he was with them.

However, it appears that today was the day that at least one person found out about the secret doodles, as in his swivel chair sat Astrid, rummaging through the drawer and giving approving grunts towards some of the creations, and looking at the others with a mixture of confusion and worry.

"It's original, I'll give you that," She spoke, not even looking up at her friend to know he was there.
Looking down at the picture, which was the stadium getting ransacked by a medium sized, black dragon with striking green eyes, Hiccup gave a nervous chuckle.
"It was based off Toothless wasn't it?" She questioned further.
"Yeah, I always wondered what he would look like as a dragon for some reason, now I know."

Setting the paper aside, Astrid overlapped her hands on the desk and blew a stray hair from her eye. She stared at Hiccup for several seconds before either of them spoke, eyeing him suspiciously.
"What? Is there something on my face?"

She gave a small chuckle as a reply, "Nope, just wondering why on earth you're holding a box of cat biscuits," Hiccup's face deadpanned, "But I was certain you would be more giddy seeing as how today's the day you meet lover boy?"
She linked her hands and set them against her shoulder as she tipped her head towards the boy and pouted dramatically. Her humour was not met half way.

"Look, Astrid, yes I am excited to see him, obviously, but I can't really do anything! I mean, he's Jack Frost, and I'm just me." He sat dejectedly on the corner of the bench and set the biscuits on the surface, crumpling the corner of the forgotten drawing underneath his weight.
Astrid frowned at the sight, and then at her friend, "Come on! You're so pessimistic, I'm sure he'll like you, even if it is just as a friendly sort of like, that's better than nothing right?"
She knew that it wasn't the answer that Hiccup was looking for, but this was honestly the best she could offer right now.

"Yeah, I suppose so, now come one, shift," he waved her out of the sit with both hands, "I need to actually get some work done."
"Bah, you just want to do some more drawing, don't lie to me!" She shouted as she jogged off back towards the stage, giving another girl some inaudible instructions.

Hiccup looked at the now crumpled drawing on the desk and sighed heavily.
"Maybe it could work out? He might like me?" He thought to himself hopefully.
He then threw his head back and groaned loudly, attracting a few stares as he leaned forward again.
"Right, no time to sit here moping like a baby," his mind told him, "Let's make this great!"

Looking out over his team, a eagerness rose up inside him, "Fishlegs, is the microphone ready?"

Footsteps echoed through a dark hallway, that was tucked in the stadiums back, and lead towards a private entrance for acts. It was dark, and otherwise silent, making the band posters on the wall seem eerily haunting as the member's features were distorted in the murk. The only light source was the opening at the end, which lead to the stadium's main hall, where the group would no doubt be performing to thousands within a few days.

The echoes died as they neared the passageway's end, and their eyes were filled with a bright light, that soon also faded to reveal a large stage, upon which spotlights shone and various people scurried about on, rushing to finish whatever it was they were doing.

"Well, that wasn't cheesy or anything," Muttered Aster, rubbing his eyes, evidently still being affected by the sudden light change.
The others simply nodded silently, and gazed around the stadium as they wondered forward, taking in the place in which they would perform to their first big crowd.

"T-this place is huge!" Whispered Ania to North, who chuckled lowly, "How many seats do you think there are?"
The man placed a finger on his bearded chin and looked out over the seats, noticing that all were empty apart from one, on which sat a smaller man.
"Twenty?" He replied, accent thick and the pitch of his voice rising.

Jack was the only one who had yet to say anything, and was still gazing around, spinning on his heels, taking in all the sights. He saw the rich fabric that had been used for the curtains that bordered the stage, chuckled at the scene of Pitch berating people who appeared to be identical twins. His eyes lingered on a blonde girl as she walked past, for some reason with a knowing smirk.

"What was that look for?" he wondered to himself, frowning slightly as he gazed yet again around the area, now noticing the wall behind him.
It was painted with each of the band's signature colours: blue and white streaks for Jack, red and black circles for North, purple and green flicks for Ania, and various shades of grey for Aster.

The sight warmed his heart as he turned around, although it may sound like a mess, it was truly a sight to behold, and made Jack feel that the crew really wanted to help the band as much as possible.

Torn from his daydreaming by a hand on his shoulder, Aster's voice reverberated through his ears, "C'mon mate, time to go see the man in charge."
Jack gave a stuttered response and looked up and out over the seats, where he saw a man huddled over a desk, scribbling away. The man then suddenly looked up, and shocked emerald eyes met excited sapphire blues, and the two faces warmed with their own unique smiles.

Return of the cliff hangers! I know people hate them, but I'm worried people won't come back otherwise :(

Anyway, thanks for reading, let me know what you think!