So you guys have all twisted my arm, and now I have decided to make this into a series (Telling me to post more, will encourage me, please do so, I am lazy.) I'm uploading a couple of chapters now because i've been updating more on Tumblr. I'm sorry I favourite ;_;

It had been 4 days since their date… And Jack had gotten what he expected. Hiccup ignored him; never spoke nor made eye contact with him for the past 2 days he had been back at school.

Friday was the date, and Jack had never gotten the boys number; figuring two days was fine (He wasn't the desperate type) He simply shrugged it off. But the coming monday, Hiccup never made eye contact with the boy, even when Jack had come up to him- he just walked right past him with his gang.

Jack was hurt, to say the least. He thought the boy had a good time, after all, he initiated the kiss. But, by the way the boy was acting, Jack read wrong. He went back to doing his usual things, and the boy no longer stared at him in class. It had actually felt a little weird; he had grown used to the green eyes.

Jack packed up his books and went to the locker; he used to imagine the boy grabbing him like he did, trying to get the nerds attention, but it never happened anymore. Putting the books away, he sighed, letting his shoulders slump as he shut the locker. Though everything went back to normal (Or so it seemed) A few things had changed with Jack.

He had become more… insecure. Which wasn't much to say, as he had been insecure beforehand. But he watched what he would say more carefully now, scared of sounding too boring or annoying the other person.

The white haired boy sighed, beginning to walk out of the public school that was way too loud for the boy's liking. He had always wanted to go to a public school, but Jack knew about North's money troubles and therefore never asked.

People shoved past him and one even making him lose his books. Sighing once more, he leaned down and picked them up, continuing down the path that grew less and less crowded as he continued.

Another change he had made with himself, he was even more quiet than to begin with, only sighs escaping him in class. It wasn't as though he was in love with Hiccup; that would have been stupid.

Sure, he would never forget the boy, but that would be more of the fact that the punk had managed to steal his first kiss from him. He mostly changed because well… Hiccup woke him up, in a sort of way.

Jack had realised, he liked going out with someone, and how incredibly alone he was. No one looked at him, let alone talked to him anymore. The white hair grew a normal sightseeing soon enough, and people stopped looking.

Arriving home, he found his father waiting for him at the bottom on the stairs, hands folded as he looked at the boy with concern.

"Son, we need to talk." He said shortly. Jack sighed, he knew it was a matter of time before North had spoken about his new eating habits- a new change. He was so busy worrying, he hardly had time for anything, and that time he usually used for homework.

"What about?" He asked, acting dumb as his eyes downcasted to the ground. North noticed this and sighed himself, unfolding his hands and gesturing to the boy.

"Jack I think it's safe to say we both know what about." Jack nodded regrettably, following the man to the lounge room silently. North took his usual single lounge that faced the side of the coffee table and TV, while the lounge fully faced the TV and the long side of the coffee table.

He sat on the side closest to North as the man leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as his hands made a sort of triangle with his pointer fingers resting on his nose between his eyes. He sighed, looking up at the boy who had his hands on his knees, eyes staring at the coffee table and ignoring his father's stare.

"Jack… Talk to me." He asked, a hint of begging in his voice. "You've… changed. You hardly eat or do homework, all you do is sit in your dark room." He shook his head. Jack opened his mouth to speak, a flicker of hope shown on North's face before the boy clamped his mouth shut and frowned.

"It's normal for teen-" He began, instantly being cut off by North.

"Don't feed me crap Jack, we know something happened." He said in a rather annoyed voice. Jack looked over at North with narrowed eyes. "I'm sorry, but you're acting as if this wasn't a big deal Jack, it is a very big deal." He said seriously, placing a hand on the boy's knee who flinched slightly.

North opened his mouth, hurt on his face as Jack started violently shaking his head. He stood, instantly feeling bad for flinching as tears began to fall from his eyes. "I-I'm sorry…" He said before running up the stairs.

He was. He was sorry about everything; his past, the flinching, the playing up, everything he had ever done to hurt North. He ran into his room, locking the door before sitting on his bed. Looking over at the full length mirror, he let his fingers play at the hem of his sweater before pulling it up over his head.

All across his chest (Thankfully Jack hadn't pulled up far enough for Hiccup to see) Were scars scattered along his body, numerous ones from cigarette burns to knives and blades. More tears fell down his face as he looked across the room to the staff that sat there.

His sister- yet he didn't help her. The stick was always used to help her, but he didn't rush to her aid. Falling on his knees, he removed his glasses and cried into his hand, gasps escaping him rapidly and causing him to take his puffer out of his pants and breathe through it a few times before curling on the ground and crying further.

Why did he have to be so weak? So useless? So… alone? He hated this feeling inside of him, the feeling that had been there since the day he woke up in the hospital.

Shaking slightly, the boy stood and walked over to the staff, gripping it as he went and sat on the window. He cried for a few hours until his tears had ran out, then stood silently and got dressed, taking his staff, he wrote a note to North, knowing he would be in the study.

'I'm going to see Emma' He scribbled messily before walking out of the room and leaving the note on the counter. Shutting the door, he let his spare hand sit in the front pocket of his hoodie, the other holding his staff as he walked down a few streets to find the cemetery.

He walked straight to her grave and collapsed by it, finding the white flowers that surrounded her still growing nicely due to the care taker being a sweet lady who agreed to take care of them. Jack sat on his knees as he held the staff, staring at her gravestone.

'Emma Frost

1998- 2005

Beloved daughter and sister

'She was and is the kindest and wisest sister I'll ever know'

Jack had said that the day of when they planned her funeral, he had no idea they would put it on the stone. He tilted his head down as he cried.

"Emma, jesus I miss you." He shook his head. "You always knew what to say when I was upset, and I was meant to be the oldest." He chuckled sadly. "I did something bad, and I feel horrible…" He spoke. "I flinched when North touched me, I don't even know why." He sobbed.

"Ever since what happened with Hiccup- I've changed. I feel so… Lonely. But I can't be friends with anyone, you were always the one good at that." He gripped his staff tighter. "I'm just a jerk, a jerk who can't stick up for anyone, not himself…" He looked up sadly. "And not even my own sister." He shook his head, tears falling down his face once more.

"I'm so sorry Emma… I'm so very, very sorry." He shook his head, fist forming as he hit the ground beneath him, luckily no where near the grave. "I should've come, I should've helped you, and look what happened." He kept shaking his head. "I should be the one dead, not you." He said darkly, tears streaming down his face as he stood. "Not you." He whispered.

As he walked away, the freckled teen poked his head from behind the tree with a frown. He had come to visit his mother once more, when he saw the boy walking to the very same cemetery. Becoming curious, he hid behind the tree and listened to every word of the boy.

He felt bad for not talking to the boy, but the rumours started up faster than Hiccup could've imagined. Rumours of them dating, rumours of them having sex- Is Stoick had ever found out, well… He would be right next to his mother. Walking over, he read the tombstone and sighed sadly.

His sister… And for some reason Jack blamed himself? Why did he have that staff? Hiccup had so many questions he knew he couldn't ask. Frowning slightly he began to think; as he did so he walked over to his mother's grave, sitting down on the ground.

"What should I do mum?" He asked, sighing slightly. "You raised me to be good, caring and loving… But what if dad found out I was gay and was dating someone?" He asked, thinking to himself.

Then, almost as if someone had whispered it in his ear, he smiled. Just hanging out with him at lunch and stuff would be alright, wouldn't it? Eventually the rumours would go down, and anyway, even if he did find out, Hiccup could say it was a lie.

Stoick had found many rumours about him, which some were true and others were not. But still, Stoick believed him, he was much too busy with work anyway to worry about his son- which yes, sounds messed up, but it's his way of dealing with his mother's death, so Hiccup pretends it's fine.

Smiling he stood, leaving the flowers at the grave. "Thanks mum." He sent her grave a thankful smile before walking back to his house, a smile on his face the whole way. Maybe, just maybe, they could become friends, and Hiccup can learn more about the white haired boy who quickens his heartbeat just by his voice alone.