Turns out the name Pippa really belongs to Jamie's friend. You know, the one with the white hat. Oops. Oh well, the damage has been done. I'll just have Jack's sister and the real Pippa have the same name, since they have the same voice actress. Though I personally think that Pippa suits Jack's sister more than it suits Jamie's friend. Why am I even going off on this tangent?

Also, I received some very amusing reviews last chapter considering that Scott threw a rock at Spencer's man parts. Spencer wants you to know that his groin is fine. The doctor said that there's a 10% chance that he won't be able to have children in the future though. As for Scott, he just wants to say that he regrets nothing. Absolutely nothing. And I'm just sitting here scrolling through my reviews, 100% glad that I included that part.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians, and that is most likely a good thing.

Jamie yawned and stretched as he got out of bed. He looked out the window. Outside was a freshly fallen white sheet of snow, much to his delight. He ran over to his window to get a better view, and his face broke out in a wide grin. He hurriedly changed out of his pajamas and put on his hat and coat. He rushed downstairs, and called out, "Jack!"

No answer from Jack, but Mrs. Bennett's head appeared from the kitchen doorway. "Jack just left. He offered to buy groceries for me."

Jamie frowned. "But it's snowing! Why would he want to go run errands for you when he could be out having snowball fights? Not that I'm saying your errands aren't important, but still!"

Mrs. Bennett laughed slightly. "Give him a break. He hasn't been out of the house much except to play with Sophie in the yard. He probably just wants to explore the entire town and see what it's like."

Jamie almost snorted at that, since Jack had actually spent most of his last 300 years in Burgess.

"Jack will play with you and your friends once he gets home and sets down the groceries, okay?"

"Fine," Jamie sighed.

He exited the house.

"Ooh, so Fifty Shades of Grey's genre is erotica," Jack murmured as he flipped through the book, a plastic bag of groceries slung over one of his arms as he walked down the sidewalk, oblivious to the infatuated stares he was receiving from nearby females. "Heh. My type of genre."

He had borrowed that book from the local library, in order to pass time in Jamie's house. When he saw the title Fifty Shades of Grey and read the summary on the back cover, he couldn't resist checking that one out.

As he neared Jamie's house, he heard a familiar voice, "Just go away and leave us alone."

"Pippa?" Jack wondered under his breath, recognizing the voice to be of Jamie's close friend.

"Why? I'm just saying, Santa is a total myth. You guys are eleven years old and you should be lucky I'm giving you a heads-up before you end up being a whole bunch of weirdos with no friends except for each other." Whoever was speaking was definitely not anyone Jack had heard before.

"He's real. If you just came here to make fun of us, you've got another thing coming." It was Jamie speaking this time. What the heck was going on?

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Respect your elders, kiddo, if you know what's good for you."

Jack turned around the bend that led to the park (where he assumed the voices were coming from), and was just in time to see a boy that should've been around his age shove none other than Jamie Bennett down to the snowy ground.

Jack's eyes widened, nearly dropping the groceries and book, and, without any form of hesitation, approached the scene. The other boy didn't notice him, but Jamie sure did.

"Jack!" he exclaimed.

The other boy turned around to see Jack standing there. He looked down at him, as he was about a half-head taller than him, and regarded him with contempt. "Are you with these losers, kid?"

Jack crossed his arms. "Kid? I'm no kid. I'm a full-fledged 18-year-old," he replied, growing increasingly irritated. "And what's up with you calling them losers? They're only in their first year of middle school."

The other boy snorted, ignoring the last part of what Jack said to him. "Eighteen years old? That's impossible. I'm 18, too, and I'm like, way bigger than you."

"Oh, come on! He's 300 years older than you, for crying out loud!" Caleb, one of the twins, piped up. "He's Jack Frost! And he can freeze your butt to the ground whenever he wants to– Mmph!"

Jamie had shoved a handful of snow into Caleb's mouth to shut him up (Jack reminded himself to thank him later). "Not now!" he hissed.

The boy guffawed. "Jack Frost?! That old, grumpy, winter guy who goes nipping at other people's noses when it's cold out?! You think he's real, too?! Who's next, the Easter Bunny?!"

Jack was becoming more and more agitated by the second. He really couldn't get why everyone thought Jack Frost was older than he really was. "Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost are all real," he said, before he could stop himself.

The boy turned back to him. "'They're all real,'" he mimicked Jack. "Yeah, and I'm a tangerine."

Jack shrugged. "Okay, you're a tangerine. That means I can eat you, right? I hope I can, considering that you annoy me," he smirked. He clearly had picked up on the other boy's sarcasm, being a sarcastic fellow himself, but he just had to seize the opportunity to start what would possibly escalate into a physical fight.

The other boy growled and his hands balled up into fists. "Watch your mouth before I ruin that pretty face of yours!"

"Oh, so you think my face is pretty? I'll take that as a compliment, so thank you," Jack grinned wryly. "You know, your face is pretty, too. Well, it would be if you didn't waste your sad life picking on kids almost 8 years younger than you."

"What the – Seriously, watch it!" the other boy was practically shouting by now. The dispute had drawn quite a few nearby onlookers. "Midget!"

Jack's grin immediately dropped (Not that the grin was genuine in the first place, but still). "Midget? Okay, so you want me to watch my mouth, which I can but I just don't want to, while your mouth just stays like that? Hate to break it to ya, but your mouth ain't exactly a Gary-Stu either! In fact, I think it's already at the point where someone else has to watch it for you, considering that you aren't self-aware enough to watch it yourself!"

At that moment, Jack felt a sharp jab right under his eye, and he fell on his butt, really dropping the stuff he was carrying this time. Once he recovered, his hand immediately reached for the place where the hit was taken. He could already feel it swelling up, and there definitely was going to be a black eye to deal with. Jamie and his friends just watched in shock, while the small crowd that had gathered murmured to each other, saying something about how teenage boys nowadays were so violent. Jack disbelievingly looked up at the other boy, who smirked and rubbed his fist. He was about ready to turn to go, but Jack got up, fury boiling inside of him, and the former winter spirit threw a blow back, and a large crack sound was heard.

Jack shook the hand he used to punch with. "Your nose is hard," he said dismissively. "That's understandable. I'm sure your entire head is just the same."

The other boy would've drawled a retort back, or maybe even punched Jack in the gut, but he decided not to, as he had tremendous amounts of blood gushing out of his nose.

Jack sighed and picked up the things he dropped. "Jamie, do you want to go home?" He didn't wait for an answer though; he immediately pushed his way through the small crowd and headed in the direction of the Bennett home.

Jamie, having had enough of being outdoors for the rest of the day, despite it still being morning, decided to follow him. "Bye, guys," he told his friends. He picked his hat, which had fallen off when he was shoved to the ground, up and he went off after Jack. "Jack, wait up!"

Jamie hurried to catch up to him. Jack stopped for a moment to let him do so, and once the younger boy was next to him, he resumed walking, only slower this time.

"Do you think I went too far?" he finally asked Jamie.

Jamie looked at him, confused. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Jack looked at Jamie as if the 11-year-old had just asked him what his favorite season was. "Uh, I broke the guy's nose. I mean, sure, he hit me first, but all he gave me was a bruise to the eye. I gave him a...crack to the nose."

"Oh, no, Samson totally got what he deserved just now. He's been a huge bully for years, and it's about time someone did something back." Seeing the look on Jack's face, he quickly added, "It's not just me and my friends. It's pretty much every kid and teen in the neighborhood."

"Yeah, but still..." Jack sighed once more as they neared Jamie's house. "I'm probably gonna have some problems with him in high school..."

They both went up the front steps and went indoors. They simultaneously paused at what they saw. An old man and woman were sitting on the couch playing classic card games.

Jamie reacted first. "Grandpa Joe! Grandma Mary! What are you doing here?!"

Mrs. Bennett came in from the kitchen. "Boys, Grandpa Joe and Grandma Mary are staying over till New Year's."

"Like I said, why don't you ever say these things beforehand?!" Jack exasperatedly said.

"Hm?" Jamie's mother seemed to notice Jack's bruise only then. "Oh my! Jack! What happened to your eye?"

"That's a story I'd rather not talk about," Jack groaned. "I'm gonna go clean my eye. Be back in a sec."

He went to the bathroom.

"So... How are you two?" Jamie attempted to make conversation.

"Same as usual, same as usual," Joe curtly replied.

"My, Jamie, you've grown so much since we have last seen you!" Mary exclaimed, pleased with her grandson.

"Actually, the last I saw you was last year, and I was only like 3 inches shorter back then," Jamie replied. "But thanks, I guess."

His grandparents, mostly Joe, weren't very talkative, to say the least.

Jack exited the bathroom and came back into the living room. He had done his best to comb his bangs down to cover up his bad eye, though to no avail; his hair wasn't long enough.

Jamie's grandparents must not have noticed Jack before, because Grandma Mary started cooing, "Who's this, Jane? He's adorable, and quite the catcher."

Jack, for some reason, never could get used to adult women gushing over him, so he looked slightly taken aback. As for Mrs. Bennett, she simply laughed.

"This is Jack Overland. I told you about him, remember, Mom?"

Mary seemed to think for a bit. "Hm, nope, I can't say I recall that."

Joe, whose face was already etched into a frown from the beginning, seemed to grow even unhappier. Jack never really understood why until Jamie told him the reason later that night.

"Your grandfather doesn't seem to like me very much."

Jamie looked up at Jack's voice. "Nope, he doesn't," he agreed. "Probably because my grandmother has a creepy crush on you."

Jack was flipping through Fifty Shades of Grey again while lying on the couch, and he almost dropped the book again when he heard that. "She... She what now?"

Jamie sighed. "I know. My grandmother's weird when it comes to men. And Grandpa Joe is easily jealous."

"Can't blame him, considering his wife actually goes as far as to crush on a guy who's like, 40 years younger than her," Jack mumbled.

"You're technically 250 years older than her."

"Yeah, physically. But I'm eternally young. At least, when I'm immortal. And I'll get my powers back soon enough, so I'm not aging any time soon."

Jamie sipped his fruit juice through a straw while pretending to listen to Jack's tirade about becoming Jack Frost again and regaining the power to bring snow.

"Are you even listening?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah," Jamie lied. He called to his mom, who was washing the dishes in the kitchen. "Hey, mom, can me, Jack, and Soph stay up extra late tonight? I want to see Santa."

"Sure. Jack, make sure Jamie and Sophie are in bed right after, okay?" Jamie's mother's head appeared and she winked at Jack.

"Uh, sure."

"And also, one more thing, Jamie's grandparents are going to stay in your room for the time being. Jamie, you wouldn't mind sharing your room with Jack, would you?"

That was irksome for both boys. Jack was annoyed at how an old couple stole his room and Jamie just wasn't too used to sharing his.

Jack, Sophie, and Jamie were all sitting side by side on the bottom of the staircase. Jack must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake.

"Jack? Jack! Wake up!"

Jack opened his eyes, still half-asleep. "Hmm? What?" he grumbled groggily. It took him a minute to realize who had woken him. "Oh, hey, North."

"Jack, are you okay?"

Jack stifled a yawn. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...tired."

Bunnymund, Tooth, and Sandy were also there. The sole female Guardian fluttered over to Jack and pried open his mouth. "Your teeth may have sparkled for the last 300 years, Jack, but one thing about humans is that you need to floss regularly and brush your teeth two to three times a day. Preferably three." She took her fingers out of Jack's mouth, and once she wasn't so focused on his teeth, she gasped. "Jack! Your eye! What happened?!"

"Samson Fisher punched him," Jamie piped up. Jack had forgotten he was there.

North's eyes darkened. "Ah, yes, I remember Samson. Was always on naughty list every year. It is shame that this influences those around him. Like his cousin."

"Who's his cousin?" Jack asked.

"Scott Kimberly. Little Scott was always nearing the top of nice list, but ever since last year, he drew Samson's influence and became the way he is now – Jack, why are you looking at me like that?"

Jack's mouth was hanging open. "Scott Kimberly is Samson's cousin?!" He paused for a second. "...That explains so much."

North sighed. "And now Scott is neither on nice or naughty list, now that Samson has convinced him that I am not real."

"He smacked Spencer Anderson in the groin the other day... Just so you know," Jack informed.

Bunnymund did a poor job at biting back a snort. He wasn't talking much; he was just there to see Sophie.

"Oh, yes, I remember Spencer and his brother as well. They were good children... Well, Spencer was. Zander made his way on to naughty list a few times, but he was never permanently on there. If Scott ever makes it to list again, I will make sure he gets naughty one."

Tooth seemed to be inspecting Jack's eye closely, poking the area around it gently. "Jack, are you sure you're okay?"

Jack half-heartedly pushed her hand away. "Yeah, don't worry about me. I cracked the dude's nose in return."

There was silence until North laughed and gave Jack a spine-breaking hit on the back. "HAHA! That's my boy!"

Jack rubbed his back and replied, "Uh, yeah, I meant to hurt him, but I wasn't exactly aiming to break his nose. It just sorta happened. You could hear the crack and there was blood oozing its way out and–"

Sandy made a throat-cut gesture and motioned to Tooth, who seemed slightly dizzy at Jack's imagery.

"...Sorry," Jack finally said cautiously.

Tooth shook her head. "No, it's fine. We should probably go now though. Come on, guys."

She opened the front door and flew out, followed by Sandy.

"Merry Christmas, lil' anklebiter," Bunnymund told Sophie. "I'll be sure to see ya on Easter."

Sophie responded by clinging onto his leg, and it took quite some effort for Bunnymund to pry her off and leave the house. Not that he wanted to leave her so soon.

"Presents are under Christmas tree," North told Jamie. "And no, you cannot open any of them until morning."

Jamie frowned. "Aw!"

North was about to leave but stopped at the doorway. He took something out of his coat pocket and tossed it to Jack, who caught it. "Special present for you."

Jack, once he recognized North's "present" for him, just said, "You know, you could've at least put a bow on it."

"I could have not given you anything at all," North replied, giving Jack a knowing glance, and he left.

Jamie looked at what North had given Jack and remarked, "I didn't know Santa made phones to give out."

Jack shrugged and inspected his iPhone 5. "There's probably that occasional teen who still believes in Santa and yet has outgrown toy trains and stuffed animals. Maybe the old man knows more about children than he lets on."

Jamie stared in wonder at his Hot Wheels track the next morning. "I always wanted this! I don't get how Santa does this stuff without reading our minds or something!"

Jack chuckled and looked at Sophie, who was playing with a brand-new stuffed bunny, complete with buttons for eyes. He was sure the thing was going to be worn out by the end of winter, courtesy of the little girl's adorable carelessness.

"I'm gonna go fetch the newspaper. Be right back," he said, and he went out the front door.

Ten seconds later, he came back in, rolled-up newspaper in one hand, with his other hand clutching his groin. When Jamie shot him a questioning look, he just simply explained in a moody voice, "Scott Kimberly was passing by on his bike. When I had my back turned, he got off, went up to me, and kicked me. I swear, the boy seriously has a groin fetish."

Oh yeah, Scott was so getting snow piled on top of his house once he got his powers back. Same for Samson for making Scott the way he was.

A couple of you people suggested to me ideas for what I should do with Scott. A guest reviewer who goes by the name of 'dude' suggested Scott kicking Jack where the sun don't shine and Sassy Shota suggested Scott getting a pile of snow on top of his house when Jack gets his powers back, so you could thank those two for letting me come up with the ending of this chapter LOL. And SkyHighFan suggested Jack pranking Scott to teach him about being naughty. I'm considering the snow-pile-on-top-of-house a prank already so I'm not too sure if I should make Jack lead a separate prank... Time to hear you reviewers' opinions again. ;)

I made Jack a fan of Fifty Shades, but in reality, I know just as much about Fifty Shades as I know about Twilight. And if you read my author's note at the end of the third chapter, I said that I've neither read or seen Twilight.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure most of you hate Samson more than you hate Scott (By the way, a lot of you hated Scott, but wanted me to bring him back just for the sake of funniness) now, considering that he gave Jack a black eye. As for Jack breaking his nose in return, I'm actually making a reference to this accident that happened with Chris Pine on Star Trek: They were filming this fight scene, and Chris accidentally nailed this stunt guy in the nose, and on The Ellen Show, he described it as, 'You could actually hear the crack, and there was blood coming out...' Uh huh. Almost exactly how Jack described it to his fellow Guardians.

...Okay, okay, seriously. I just looked up 'Chris Pine breaks nose' on Google and this is what I found: "There's a big fight scene in a bar with me and five stunt guys, who were the best in the business. I'm a little guy and they were big, honking monsters but I actually ended up breaking the nose of one of them. It wasn't like a full-on punch, but everyone's hands were going so fast and I just tagged him. We stopped filming and I felt really bad. But the guy was like, 'Don't worry about it.' Then, in the next shot, one of them hit me in the stomach by accident and knocked the wind out of me. It was stuntman payback. But it was fun."

...Did I just make an even bigger reference? In this chapter, I said that Samson would've punched Jack in the stomach if his nose wasn't broken, and here, Chris got jabbed in the stomach later on during filming Star Trek. Lolwut.

And on Perez Hilton's blog, it says that Chris is interested in starring in a Fifty Shades of Grey film. ...All of these references between Chris and Jack are NOT intentional. Except for the nose-break one.

One last thing before my Boba-rant ends. There's a new poll on my profile, asking if I should make Jack bi. ...What?! Stop looking at your computer screen like that! -cough- Anyway, VOTE.

Please review!