Alright everybody! Happy Thanksgiving! And here is another chapter :)
Jack's POV
I can't believe I just did that! I'm such an idiot! I just ruined everything.
And all because of that stupid redhead.
Speaking of, there he is sitting in his stupid car waiting for his meal, with his eyes wide open.
"Holy fairy dust," he says when I hand him the bag and his drinks.
"What?" I ask him angrily.
He shakes his head and looks at me dumbfounded, "I can't believe you actually did that.
Is he serious? "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I thought you would have backed out, and I totally would have let you, but that took some balls man." He nods. "Respect."
"Yeah, well," my cheeks are still burning with a heavy blush. "Thanks," I mutter. "What's next on your evil agenda?"
"Nothing," Peter tells me cooly. "I told you; I have a newfound respect for you, so you're free from your slavery. I'll drop you off at the dorms, but if the Lost Boys ask, you're doing something terrible."
I laugh. "Sounds like a plan." The guy may be insane, but he's alright.
Before I even open the passenger door, I look back through the cafe's front window at Elsa. A smile plays at the corner of her mouth and her fingers gently touch them. I guess she enjoyed it as- Her expression is changing. She's angry. Oh crap, she's yelling something!
She's standing...
She's- she's...
"OH CRAP!" I yell and start running as fast as I can down the sidewalk. I quickly glance over my shoulder.
It's just as I feared. She's going to come after me!
Did I really expect anything less?
"JACK!" I hear her yell behind me. She's catching up fast! I have to speed up if I'm going to lose her.
Elsa can't catch me. She just can't! It would ruin the friendship that we've established since the beginning of the school year. Sure, I like her. Sure, I get this weird feeling in my chest when I'm with her. Sure, I think she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Wait. Where was I going with this?
Look, the point is that I don't want to ruin anything. I'd rather have Elsa in my life as a friend, than not at all.
Imagine me having to explained to her why I kissed her. What am I even supposed to say? 'He Elsa, I lost this bet, and a crazy redhead made me kiss you. But I've liked you since the moment I laid eyes on eyes on you.' Like she'd every believe that. It's just easier to avoid the conversation altogether. And that's why I'm running.
I swerve through crowds of people. A few yell out nasty remarks and normally I'd yell back or apologize, but there's no time for that now! I have to get the hell out of her line of vision.
Why did I decide to dye my hair white!?
I stand out more than a duck in a flock of doves or a spoon in a pile of forks.
There's a park up ahead. Maybe I could lose her there. My speed picks up, the wind and the threat of Elsa catching me push me forward. Faster and faster. Swerving between trees and people.
Is she still even following me? I glance over my shoulder again. She is.
There's a look of fire in her eyes. She's not giving up easily. I'm out of breath and my muscles and lungs are starting to burn. I can't keep this up. Why can't she just give up? What is she, a track star?
We can't keep this up all day!
Well, what if I go into a shop and just hide?
There!
If I turn that corner, run into one of the shop's bathrooms, and climb out the bathroom window, even if she catches the trick, she wouldn't follow me into the guy's bathroom. I hope.
Alright here we go, my legs move faster than they ever have before. I open the door of the third shop, a tiny café that advertises its great milkshakes, and run in all the way to the back of the shop and through the bathroom door. Once I get there, I lock the door.
Okay, Jack. You can do this. All you have to do is find a window. My eyes shift around the small room I am in.
No, no, no!
How is there no widow in this entire room?
This sucks! I'll just have to peek out and see if she followed me. If she didn't, I can make a run for it back to the safety of my dorm. And if she did, well, I guess I'll just have to face her...
NAH!
I'll just wait it out. She can't wait out there forever.
Can I even wait in here? Of course I can! I have my handy, dandy smartphone. My hand reaches down into my sweater pocket... which is empty. Or, it would be if I was wearing my sweater.
Where is it!?
I must have left it in Peter's car with my phone.
Crap!
Well, maybe I got lucky, and she's not waiting right outside for me. Only one way to find out...
The door unlocks slowly with a click. I crack it open as slow as possible and peek out. The coast looks clear. I step out of the room completely, letting the door close behind me.
Stepping further away from the door, my eyes are shifting around the café. There is no sign of her light blonde braid. I think I did it. She must have kept running and now I'm completely in the cl-
"Jack Frost," a voice says behind me.
A shocked 'eep' escapes my throat, and I jump. My head whips around to look at the serious face of Anna Arendelle. What is she doing here!?
I'm screwed!
Well, not necessarily. Who's to say that she even knows what happens? Play it cool, Jack. You got this.
"Hey, Anna, what's-"
"Save it," she interrupts. "Why was my sister chasing you?"
What? How!? Calm down. Play it cool. "What are you talking about?"
"The last time I saw my sister run that fast was when she was training for her last skating routine." Elsa skates? "The only reason she'd run like that would be to get something done. So I will ask you again; why was Elsa chasing you?"
Anna was there with me under Peter's evil reign of terror. She'd understand. Wouldn't she? With as much desperation as possible, I look up into her blue eyes. They're so much like Elsa's. No! Focus, Jack!
"Anna," I start. My voice cracks. Her glare intensifies. I can't tell her it was Peter's idea that I kiss her sister! She won't believe my feelings are genuine. But if I tell her it was my idea, she'll rip me to shreds! "The thing is, I-I,"
"You did what, Jack?" Her voice wavers to one of concern.
I guess the truth is the best way out of this mess. "The truth is, Anna, I really, really," I pause. Why is this so hard? (That's what she said! Sorry, I couldn't resist) "Like your sister."
She is surprised by this. "Wait. You like like my sister?"
"Yeah, I think I have since the moment I first saw her."
"Pause. You like, like my sister?"
"Like like, like!?"
"Yes, Anna."
"Oh, glob."
"I know that this may be-"
"Oh, glob!" A smile begins to creep on her face.
"Why are you-"
"OH, MY SWEET-" I cover her mouth with my hand.
"Shh! Keep your voice down! I don't want the entire town to know!"
She nods, and I remove her hand to show a huge smile. "This is awesome! You and Elsa can start dating because you guys are so compatible. Well, not really because, you know, Elsa's all 'mrrrrrhh I'm a cold ice queen' and 'grrrr I hate fun' and you're like 'I love fun! It's my middle name! Mrrrrhhhh!' And it's perfect! Because you can start singing that one song that's like 'Yeah-ee-yeah-ee-yeah-ee-yeah-yeah! My best friend's brother is the one for me!' And you can replace "brother" with "sister"! And we could post a cover/ parody on YouTube of you singing it! And I can direct it! OR! I can become best friends with your sister- do you even have a sister? And then Elsa can sing it! Wait, but Elsa doesn't sing anymore. So we'll just stick to the first plan. What do you think?"
Did she have an espresso pumped directly into her blood stream this morning? I'm about to respond when she keeps talking.
"Wait. What does that have to do with anything? That doesn't answer my question. Why was Elsa chasing you?"
I hesitate. "Because Peter knew that."
She stares at me blankly. "So?"
Why is she so freaking innocent!? I'm going to have to literally spell it out for her, aren't eye?
"Peter took advantage on my crush on your sister."
Anna looks more confused than she was two minutes ago. But then her eyes widen, big as saucers, in realization . Her cheeks turn red. And whether it's from anger or embarrassment, I have no idea.
"That no good, son of-" Yup, definitely angry. "I can't believe he would! And you- and Elsa- and WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON HIM! I'm going to- that's just so MEAN! What kind of person does that!? A redhead does- wait, I'm redheaded. No, focus, Anna! You're angry! I just- I can't. WHYYYYY!? Don't worry Jack! I'm going to find the brat and- do something really terrifying!"
"Anna, it's ok," I say, trying to calm her down. People are starting to stare at her. "I already talked to him."
"Really? And you're not even mad at him?"
"Not as much anymore."
"But he exploited your mushy, gushy feelings!"
"He also made me do something I should have done a long time ago."
"What's that?"
"Seriously talk to Elsa."
"Awww! That's so freaking adorable! I want to be the maid of honor at your wedding!" I glare at her, and she giggles. "Too soon?" I nod. "Word of advice: you should probably wait until Elsa's cooled down a little before trying to talk to her. You'll keep more limbs that way." She smiles at someone over my shoulder.
I turn to look, and there is Kristoff waving back at me with a goofy smile on his face. A small smirk of my own works onto my face. "Are you and Kristoff here together?"
"Yeah, he offered to buy me lunch, and who am I to turn down food?"
I laugh. "No one can turn down free food."
"I know! Isn't he a great friend?"
Friend? Oh, damn! Kristoff got friend-zoned hardcore! Poor guy. Something about that goofy smile tells me he's not willing to give up so easily. Good luck, bro. "Just the greatest. You should get back to him."
"Are you sure you'll be ok on your own with the ice queen?"
"Ice queen? Come on she's not that bad."
A distant look fills Anna's eyes. "She's never shut you out, Jack." As fast as the look came, it is gone, replaced with a big smile. "Well good luck, bro. You're gonna need it."
"Thanks, Anna." I walk over to the table Kristoff is sitting at, waiting for Anna. I pat him on the shoulder and whisper to him, "Good luck, bro." And continue walking out of the café. Luck. We're all going to need some of it to get through this storm.
Anna's POV
After saying goodbye to Kristoff, in some weird guy shoulder tap thing, Jack ran of the café. I really do hope that Elsa doesn't kill him because then they could actually start dating and being all freaking adorable together and junk. Internal gasp! They're like a whats the term for it? QTP? OEE? Oh right! OTP! That's what they are! A OTP! A ship has set sail! They need an ship name! How about Eck? Nah, too stupid. Ok, ok! We can use the last names! Okay how about frendelle? No too long! It has to be something. Something short. Something adorable. I got it! JELSA! Oh, it's so perfect! So adorable! So-
"What are you smiling about?" Kristoff's voice pulls me out of my happy thoughts. I hadn't realized I was smiling until he asked about it.
"Just, nothing, you know?"
"No I don't know. Enlighten me."
"Oh, big word," I tease dipping a french fry into my milkshake and popping it into my mouth.
He chuckles. "I'm serious. How did you go from "Death-to-Frost" to "Rainbows-And-Butterflies" in a three-minute conversation?"
"Well Elsa was chasing him, and Elsa doesn't run for anything. So I'm thinking like oh snap, what the heck did this idiot do this time?" but then he explained why he kissed Elsa, so it's all good." I cover my mouth quickly. "Oops, you weren't supposed to know that."
"Wow," Kristoff says, shocked. Or maybe that's amazement because he muttered something about a friend-zone. Whatever that is.
"Yeah maybe I'll be a grandma to a little Frosty. I even came up with a ship name! JELSA! Adorable, right?"
"Uh, I guess."
"So, what'd I miss, weasel."
His eyes widen. "What did you just call me?"
"A weasel," I say with a smirk.
"You just lost a fry, mouse." He says, matching my smirk and popping one f my french fries into his mouth.
I gasp. How dare he eat one of my fries. "Well, I guess I'll have to compensate with your milkshake." I take a giant gulp of the thick, chocolaty goodness.
He looks at me hurt, but the playful gleam is still there. Then, as swift as a freaking river, he reaches through the opening of the plastic cup, scoops out whip cream with his finger, and places it on my nose.
"Did you just?"
"I did."
I throw a ketchup covered fry at his face. It lands and sticks in the center of his forehead. Although I try to stay serious, a laugh escapes. I burst into uncontrollable hysteria.
That is until an onion ring lands in my hair. My laughter stops and my eyes meet those of a laughing Kristoff.
How adorable. Laughing at my onion ring filled hair. Let's change that, shall we?
I fling another fry at him. He matches it with another onion ring. We go back and forth with this, and I am about to throw another fry when Kristoff starts laughing.
"What?" I ask, confused. I mean I know that I'm covered in whipped cream and onion rings, but he's not looking to good either.
He doesn't answer, but instead pulls out his phone and snaps a picture. "You look like an onion queen," he tells me, turning the phone, so I can see.
He's right. The picture shows the back of my hair in a messy bun, but the front of it has a crown of onion rings. I burst out laughing. "I'm an onion queen," I cry out, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye.
And then, we're just laughing, holding onto our stomachs from laughing so hard. A fry from Kristoff's forehead falls from his forehead and on the table. That just makes us laugh even harder.
Someone clears their throat. Kristoff and I quickly sober.
There standing over us is a café employee. She is one of the younger employees and has her dark hair in a high ponytail. She has dark green eyes and a name-tag that reads "Tiffany" and is chewing a wad of gum like a cow.
"Look," she's says. "I get that you're like having an awesome date, and btw you guys make an adorb couple. But, like, according to my manager, you're like disturbing the peace. So I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave."
A couple? "Wait, we're not a-"
"Yeah? Take you're denial elsewhere. 'Cause you two have to leave like yesterday."
"Alright, we're leaving, but first can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, shoot."
"Can we have this to go?"
"I can't believe you got us kicked out of there!" I tell Kristoff as we walk away from the café and towards his truck parked a block ahead of us.
"We were already getting kicked out because you decided to have a food fight."
"Me? You were the one that whipped creamed me! And did you really have to ask to take the food to go?"
"I was hungry!"
"This is the second time you've been kicked out around me."
"Maybe you're a bad influence."
"Excuse me? You're the one that stole the cup!"
"I wasn't done with my milkshake, and she refused to give me a Styrofoam cup!"
Kristoff had slapped ten extra dollars on the table and took the glass cup, with his chocolate shake inside, with him. "Her face was priceless!"
He chuckles. "It really was. I've never seen a teen so frustrated."
"So now what?"
"Now what? We just had a crazy adventure. What more could you want?"
"I don't know, but the night is young, and I really don't want to be in the crossfire when Elsa catches Jack. Besides you have a truck, and I'll give you gas money."
"You don't have to do that," he says glancing over at me, seriously. "I have a full tank of gas anyway."
"No you don't! Last I checked, your tank is halfway full."
He laughs. "Why do you have to pay attention to my gas tank?"
"If I'm going to make you drive me around until curfew, I have to make sure we won't stranded in the middle of nowhere where some deranged psychopath can come and kill us."
We've reached the truck now. He is unlocking my door first. He's about to open the door for me but pauses and turns to me. "You really want to hang out with me until curfew?"
"Of course! I couldn't think of a better way to end this," How do you describe a day that started as slaves for Peter Pan? "interesting day. " He smiles at this and opens the door completely to let me get in the car. He walks around he other side and gets in on the driver side. "Why?" I ask him once he's situated and turns over the engine. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, I do know this one place we could go, but it's about an hour away."
"Can you get me back here before 10?"
"Curfew for you guys is at 10?" He asks.
"Tonight it is." He pulls out of the parking spot and starts to drive. I pull out my phone and send Zel a text. Going out with Kristoff. Let Elsa know for me? Please and thank you :*
Her response comes almost immediately. Ohhh snap! That sounds like a date ;3 Have funnnnn!
Not a date. Just hanging out.
Mhmmmhh. Where are you going?
That's a good question. "Where are you taking me?" I ask Kristoff.
He turns to smile at me. "It's a surprise."
I don't know. He won't tell me.
A surprise? Sounds like a date to me ;3
I hate you -_-
Ju-ly! You love me!
I press a button on Kristoff's radio. Some heavy metal song starts playing, and I look at Kristoff with a goofy smile before trashing, my head up and down aggressively. Kristoff is laughing shaking his head at me. Wow, this hurts. Like really bad. I stop and wrap my hands around my forehead. "Whoa," I say. "Head rush."
He laughs. "I can imagine." He changes the station to country.
"Please tell me you don't like this stuff."
"What's wrong with country?"
"Everything."
"I can't believe you don't like country. That's like not liking baby animals."
"I mean it's very filled with passion and emotion, but it's like a passionate knife to the ears."
"Just for that," he turns up the volume. "Now you get to listen to Johnny Cash in surround sound," he yells over the music.
I cover my ears. "Glob! Make it stop!"
His laugh fills the car. Well, under the music it does. He clicks off the radio. "I can't put you through that for an hour."
"Bless your soul." Kristoff pulls onto the expressway. Holy crap! Where exactly are we going? "So now what?"
"I don't know." He watches the road intensely. A moment of silence passes between us.
"Tell me a story, Kristoff."
"A story?"
"Yeah, we have to pass the time somehow."
"Um, ok?" He looks up for a few seconds, thinking. "Well, the place we're going to is the place I met my parents."
"Met your parents?" What is that even mean? Realization hits me like a giant freight train. I squeeze my eyes shut. "You were adopted."
"Yup. Me and my dog, Sven, stumbled upon this great place that was just closing. It's this freezing cold night, and I am completely lost. Sven and I are huddled up in the doorway trying to stay warm, and, suddenly, the door bursts open. We fall inside and look up at he nicest face. She let u stay the night in the lobby, and the next morning, she takes us back to what I knew as home, this terrible orphanage. And bam! That's my adoptive mom."
"Kristoff, I'm sorry," I tell him, putting a hand on top of his head.
"Don't be. That orphanage sucked, and when I left, I got to keep Sven. And now I have a family, and that's pretty great. What about you?"
"Well, my parents died when I was younger. So me and Elsa moved in with my aunt, uncle, and Rapunzel. We grew up all together like sister. That's why we're so close. I mean it's weird because my legal adult is my aunt but am I supposed to call her aunt or mom?" Kristoff laughs. "I'm serious! I was genuinely confused for a while."
This is how we spend the rest of the car ride. Not listening to music but just talking. Time completely flew by. I didn't even realize we had arrived until Kristoff parked, cut the engine, and said to me, "We're here."
"Oh wow, that was fast. I didn't can't believe that we're here already." I look out the window and gasp. "Kristoff, you're family really owns this place?" I ask excitedly.
Kristoff nods. "Yup this is the Bjorgman's family business."
I have never been more anxious to get out of car and into a building as I was now. A giant smile fills my face, and I look at Kristoff. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Where are they? How is everything going with Jack and Elsa? I know, but you don't. So see you next time!
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