Negative side: Alright, anyone care to tell me who was the bastard/bitch who decided that Brave deserved that Golden Globe title more than Rise of the Guardians did?

Positive side: Hey, you've never even watched Brave... It must have been pretty good if it won that award.

Negative side: People need to pay attention to Rise of the Guardians more. Please tell me I'm not the only one disappointed over this.

Positive side: At least it was nominated... The Oscar nominations are out and they didn't even bat an eye at the awesomeness of the Guardians. And at least Les Misérables won.

Negative side: Shut up.

Positive side: Okay...

And those, dear readers, are my pro and con sides duking it out on the Golden Globes letting me down. I watched that show just to see if RoTG would win, and I was even crossing my fingers when they were about to announce it. I mean, I'm sure Brave was awesome, since so many people liked it, but... You can't blame me.

After thinking about it for many hours, I finally decided to make Jack bi...

...lingual. Bilingual. Psych. ;P

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians.

Jack woke up on Saturday morning with a huge weight on his shoulders. The revelation of Immo's attack on the North Pole only seemed to hit him full on, despite the worry and concern he had felt the day prior. The immortality barbarian obviously was going to stop by either the Tooth Palace or the Warren next to search for him, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going to become of Tooth and Bunnymund. Hopefully, with their defenses higher than ever, they won't have their respective places trashed as severely as North's.

But still, he couldn't help but wonder why Immo was taking so long with everything. He had been stuck here before Christmas, and it was now the eleventh of January. Why did it wait a whole month before finally going to ambush the North Pole? Was it purposefully taking its time, knowing that Jack was helpless? Did it think that Jack would lose, no matter what and when? Jack scowled at the thought. Helpless. As much as he hated to admit it, he was powerless at the moment, and Immo had every right to rub it in his face.

Deciding that he needed to blow off some steam, he sighed and got up out of bed. He went to the bathroom to have a shower, and unbeknownst to him, Baby Tooth squeaked weakly and flew back to his bedroom, her face as red as a tomato.

Jack finished his shower around fifteen minutes later, and exited with all his clothes on (Baby Tooth wasn't sure if she should've been relieved or disappointed), unlike last time, which had resulted in being violated by three of his fellow Guardians. It had become pretty obvious that North, Tooth, Bunnymund, and Sandy all liked to enter his room without permission. Jack couldn't help but think how hypocritical North was; he frequently yelled at his yetis for not knocking before entering while he himself always popped up unexpectedly.

Entering the living room, he saw Jamie sitting on the couch watching cartoons (or more specifically, that Danny Phantom show), Sophie sitting beside him playing with her stuffed bunny, and their mom reading the daily paper while drinking warm coffee.

"I just think all the hedges in the backyard need to be trimmed and it's about time that old, ugly, dead tree be chopped down..." the woman was saying to her son before noticing Jack. "Oh, Jack. You're up. Good morning."

"Morning," Jack replied back curtly before going into the kitchen to fish for some breakfast in the fridge.

"So what, you want to hire someone to help fix up the yard?" Jamie asked, not taking his eyes off of the TV screen.

"I'm planning to. I don't know anyone though, so I'll have to look through Yellow Pages or something," Mrs. Bennett mused.

Jack's head appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Hey, I could do it. Got nothing better to do anyway."

Mrs. Bennett looked skeptical. "Are you sure? I think it's safer to hire a professional. I'm not doubting your abilities or anything, so no offense."

"None taken," Jack brushed it off. "It can't be that hard." I'm able to make anything involving frost with my staff, which requires a lot more care than a few leaves and hedge clippers.

"Alright then," Mrs. Bennett gave in. "Just be careful. Everything you should need is in the garage, including hedge clippers and a chainsaw. Again, be careful. Especially with the chainsaw."

"Don't worry, I will," Jack reassured. "And I already have a chainsaw in my room, so is it okay if I use that instead?"

Instead of answering, Mrs. Bennett stared at him oddly. Sophie looked equally bemused. Even Jamie, who had lost interest in their conversation, turned off the television to make sure he heard Jack right. "Did... Did you just say that you have a chainsaw in your room?"

"Yeah." Jack blinked, not getting why he was receiving such strange looks.

Jamie spoke the question everyone was asking in their minds. "Why?"

Jack appeared to be thinking back on something. "See, it's a funny story. Last week, I was cleaning out my room, just like how a good guest should, and I was looking under my bed searching for any dust bunnies. Instead, I found a chainsaw and a long chain of shackles," he explained casually.

"Okay, so let me get this straight... You were cleaning your room when you suddenly find a chainsaw and some prison chains – under your bed, out of all the places to find them – you have absolutely no idea why they were there, and you don't care?" Jamie recapped, horrified.

"Yeah, that's about it," Jack affirmed. "I did actually kinda freak out when I first found them, but then I was like, 'Psh, whatever,' and so I stopped caring. So, can I use it?" he asked again.

Mrs. Bennett sighed. "As long as the blade's not too dull..."

Jack grinned. "Awesome. I'm going now." He went back to his room.

"Mommy..." Sophie mumbled.

Mrs. Bennett sighed again. "I know, honey."

"Mom, what did this place use to be before this house was built?" Jamie questioned. "Was it a prison or a dungeon?"

"If you're curious enough to find out, you could go look it up online or something."

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. To summarize it up, Jack liked his chainsaw more than he expected he would, so he spent an extra hour out in the yard cutting off unnecessary branches that hung loosely over the fence and into the neighbors' territory. It probably wasn't a good idea to laugh maniacally while doing so, but it wasn't like he cared. The neighbors living next door didn't seem to enjoy the sawing noise as much as he did, because they closed their window curtains and latched all their wooden shutters. From across the street, Spencer and his mom came outside to see what all the ruckus was all about. Mrs. Anderson seemed amused while Spencer eyed Jack's deadly tree weapon cautiously and approached Jack, asking where he got that. When Jack told him where, he mentally made a side note to never enter the Bennett guest room again (Not that he ever kept that promise. He ended up forgetting about it about a week later). When Jack asked where Zander was, Spencer's answer was simply a vague, "Busy." Christine also passed by at one point, but when Jack noticed her, she simply hurried along to wherever she was going. All in all, Jack was quite satisfied once he was finished.

Nothing more could be said about Saturday; simply lunch, some video games with Jamie (Jack was ridiculously terrible with those electronic games, which was exactly the reason why he refused to play them when Jamie first asked. When he gave in, he could only blame the younger boy's puppy dog eyes), dinner, and then some lazying around for the rest of the night. Jack crashed onto his bed at around 11:30, and almost immediately after, Baby Tooth, who was also exhausted from having to frantically dodge Jack's waving chainsaw in order to not have her wings severed from her body, collapsed right next to his lying form and was out within moments.

You could only imagine the surprise on Jack's face when he opened his eyes the next morning, staring right at her. "Baby Tooth?!"

Baby Tooth woke up abruptly at the sound of her name, and realizing that she had been discovered, gave an alarmed chirp and zipped under the guest room bed. Jack got down onto his hands and knees and looked at her. "What are you doing here? Where's Mama Tooth?"

Baby Tooth only shook her head while huddled at a safe distance away from that cursed chainsaw (She would've hidden someplace else if she'd known that Jack had put it back where he had originally found it).

Jack frowned. "She's not here? Come on out, it's dusty down there." He extended a hand out towards her, and without hesitation, she hopped into it. She gave a tiny sneeze at that moment; Jack wasn't kidding when he said it was dusty. Jack took her out from under there and asked, "How long have you been here?"

After thinking for a moment, Baby Tooth held up two fingers.

"Two days? Wasn't North–" Jack was confused for a second before putting two and two together. "Oh wait, did he and the other Guardians send you here to look after me?"

Baby Tooth nodded quickly. She was glad that Jack understood her attempt at an explanation so far. Mere squeaks weren't exactly enough for her to go around being as talkative as her mother.

Jack scoffed. "Wow. They must be really worried about me." He sighed and then gave her a tiny smile. "I must be turning blind if I didn't notice you until now. Maybe I should get my eyes checked."

The door suddenly swung open, and Jack involuntarily closed his fingers around Baby Tooth's body and roughly shoved her into his hoodie pocket.

Mrs. Bennett scanned Jack's room. "Jack, I heard you talking to someone."

Jack subtly cursed his temporary room for being non-soundproof. "I was...practicing this thing we're doing in performance art class. We're supposed to pretend to be someone who is the complete opposite of you. I'm pretending to be Mr. Kaka. He has an imaginary goat friend named Larry, so I'm just...pretending to be talking to him. Hey, Larry, how goes it? How's Mrs. Larry?" he said lamely. That wasn't the best lie he had come up with in his life, but it was the only one in his mind at the moment. He suspected that it was because he had just woken up.

Mrs. Bennett looked a bit weirded out for a moment, but eventually nodded. "Do you want to come downstairs?"

"Sure, in a moment."

Mrs. Bennett closed the door again, and once Jack made sure her footsteps were a safe distance away, he took a not-so-pleased Baby Tooth out of his pocket. "Heh, sorry," he said sheepishly.

Baby Tooth crossed her arms and chirped indignantly. Jack sighed, "I know that I didn't have to do that, since she can't see you and all, but... Bad habit. Anyway, I guess I could use some fairy company. I never thought I'd say this, but everyone I regularly talk to now are humans. And almost all of them are either adults or teens, so you shouldn't worry about being seen by anyone other than Jamie, his friends, and Sophie."

Baby Tooth nodded, soaking that all in. She perched on Jack's shoulder and the teenage boy went downstairs. Jamie and Sophie were at the dining table eating buttered toast while Mrs. Bennett was in the kitchen washing the dishes. Jamie turned to Jack to greet him, but before the words could make their way out of his mouth, his eyes fell on the little bird thing sitting on the older boy's shoulder. His jaw dropped, showing off all the glory of half-chewed bread in his mouth.

"Jamie, eat with your mouth closed," Jack deadpanned.

Jamie closed his mouth, spent two more seconds chewing and swallowing, grabbed Sophie's arm with his left hand (and ignoring her protests that she hadn't finished yet), hoisted her off of the chair, grabbed Jack's arm with his right hand, and dragged both of them into the living room. Once he let go of them, he immediately started attacking Jack with a flurry of questions. "What's that on your shoulder? Isn't that the Tooth Fairy? What happened? Did that monster thing get her too? She turns tiny when she's weakened like this?"

Annoyed greatly at the suggestion of being a 'weak' version of her mother, Baby Tooth flew off from her perch and started pecking at Jamie's forehead with her pointy nose. The eleven-year-old flinched at the jabs. "Hey! Cut that out! That hurts!"

Jack caught Baby Tooth by her wings and put her back into her original place on his shoulder. "This isn't the Tooth Fairy," he explained. "This is one of her helpers. Jamie, Sophie, this is Baby Tooth. Baby Tooth, this is Jamie and his sister, Sophie."

"Hi!" Sophie waved happily.

Jamie also waved. "Hey. Sorry for confusing you to be the actual Tooth Fairy..."

Still irritated, the tiny fairy huffed.

Mrs. Bennett came into view at the dining room doorway, holding a half-eaten piece of toast. "Sophie, you didn't finish your food."

"Sorry! Jamie just wanted to show me something," Sophie hurried off back into the other room, grabbing the toast from her mother's hand along the way.

"Jack, once you're done with breakfast and your shower, would you mind going to the grocery store for me?" Mrs. Bennett asked.

Remembering what happened the last time he went to buy groceries, Jack almost hesitated, but he sucked it up. "Sure."

"Great," Mrs. Bennett smiled. She took out a 5-foot long shopping list she had been concealing behind her back, and Jack immediately regretted agreeing. "Especially remember to buy a couple packages of toilet paper. Jamie has a hugely bad habit of using too much every time."

Jack raised his eyebrows while the younger boy blushed. "It's only seven squares! And why would you go ahead and tell him that?!"

"If he is going to be a guest in this house, he should at least know the answer to why we run out of toilet paper so quickly," Mrs. Bennett's smile grew. She gave Jack the list and disappeared back into the dining room.

While Jack was scanning through the items on the list, Jamie asked, "Do you really wonder why we use up our toilet paper so fast?"

Not looking up, Jack replied, "Depends on if you want the truth or the lie."

"...Lie."

"...No," Jack smirked.

"Whole-wheat bread..." Jack muttered to himself, pushing a shopping cart down the bread aisle, eyes skimming through the rows of bread. "Why are there so many different types of bread? It'd be so much easier if there were less..."

Not looking where he was going, he accidentally bumped into someone else's cart. "Oh, sorry, I–" His eyes bulged out of their sockets once he saw who it was. "CHEERLEADER CAPITANA FEMMINA!"

Ariel Jaleen frowned. "What?"

Jack sighed in his head. Right. The smoothest way to react in front of the girl you possibly liked (He still wasn't going to conclude this anytime soon) was by shouting out "Female cheerleading captain" in Italian. "It's... It's Italian. I accidentally shout it out whenever something surprises me enough." Shut up, Jack. You're not making yourself look any better.

Ariel narrowed her eyes, as if inspecting him. "Aren't you that guy who watched our cheerleading practice on Friday?" That dashed away all hopes that she wouldn't recognize him.

"Um... Yeah..." Jack really didn't see the point in lying.

"Aren't you one of Celine's friends?"

"She prefers to be called Cici..." was his meek reply.

To his surprise, she smiled. "Great! Are you coming to the actual game tomorrow?"

"Um, I wasn't planning on it, but..."

Ariel's smile wavered. "Wow, that's too bad. I was hoping you would say yes." She sighed. "Oh well, I guess it can't be helped... It's just... This is our first official game in 2013, and we prepared a huge theme for it. It's really special and really different from everything else we've done, and–"

"I'll come."

"Really?" She eyed him. "You said you weren't going to, and I don't want to troubled you in case you have anything else–"

"No, I just wanted to head home and relax, but... If you really want me to come, I guess I could," Jack said cautiously.

Ariel's smile (Why does it look so charming, DAMMIT!) came back onto her face. "Alright, if it's really okay, go ahead and come! I'll be looking forward to seeing you there!" She winked and left.

Now if Jack was thinking straight, he would've wondered why Ariel was being so nice to him. If he was thinking straight, he would've flashed back to what Zander had said on Friday. But he wasn't thinking straight. He was just staring at her retreating figure with a goofily dreamy look on his face. Baby Tooth, wondering what was wrong with him, started buzzing around his head to snap him back down to Earth, but to no avail. Running out of patience, she pecked him sharply on the cheek.

"Ow!" Jack yelped, and clutched his cheek, receiving many strange looks from other people passing by. He grinned sheepishly at them and, out of the corner of eye, he gave Baby Tooth a look that said, Save what you have to say for later.

In all the commotion with Ariel, Jack almost forgot to stop by the library to return the books Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed. It didn't help how Baby Tooth kept on pestering him about his strange behavior back at the store. Jack, not wanting to say anything just yet, took the headphones he had around his neck and clamped them down onto his ears once he had slipped the two books into the return section near the entrance of the library. He went deep into the aisles full of books, and while in the middle of skimming through the pages of the Twilight: Breaking Dawn book, a very persistent Baby Tooth, keen on getting answers and sick of being ignored, pulled at one of his headphone muffs and let go. Jack shot her an annoyed look. "She's just a girl from school," he whispered, just so she could stop bugging.

She shot him a bored, unconvinced look. He responded by putting a finger to his lips and resumed looking through literature.

Once Jack got home, he set down the groceries and carried all 10 books he had checked out up to his room so he could get started on reading Les Misérables. It looked like a good book, and from what the librarian told him, it was quite famous. The Anderson twins had also said something about an awesome movie adaptation? Jack contemplated seeing it, if he liked the novel.

He was about to open the door when it someone opened it from the other side. Jack looked down at the bulky girl, who smiled and waved. "Hey, Cupcake."

"Hey. Um, I need to go use your toilet..."

"Huh? Oh, right." Jack moved off to the side. "Sorry." Letting her go do her business, he walked into the room, only to halt at the sight. "Jamie, why are you wearing my hoodie and why are you holding my staff? And what's up with the wig?"

Jamie was wearing Jack's plain blue hoodie, dangling beyond his thighs and the sleeves covering his hands. On top of his head was a white wig, and in his hand was Jack's staff.

"He's pretending to be you," Claude answered for his friend, snickering.

"I dressed up as you for Halloween," Jamie smiled sheepishly, rubbing his head. "I had the wig, but then today, Claude and Caleb wanted to see me in it again, but then I decided to wear your hoodie since it's the real thing and all... You don't mind, right?"

"Why would I mind? This is funny," Jack smirked at how amusing the younger boy looked right now. "You ought to savor these few moments when I'll actually let you wear my shirt and hold my staff, 'cause once I regain my powers, none of you are allowed to even touch either of them."

"Your black eye's gone," Caleb remarked randomly.

"It's been gone for weeks. Anyway, Jamie, if you really want to impersonate me... Try speaking Italian."

Jamie frowned. "What?"

"Italian. You know, the language of Italy."

"I know, I heard what you said. But why?"

Jack shrugged and leaned back against the wall. "I speak fluent Italian."

"Whoa," Monty sat up on the beanbag chair, amazed. "For real?"

"You don't look like you're from Italy," Pippa pointed out.

"Non c'è bisogno di essere da qualche parte per parlare la loro lingua," Jack replied smoothly. "That's 'You don't have to be from someplace in order to speak their language' in Italian."

"Hey, I'm back. What'd I miss?" Cupcake walked in.

"Jack Frost knows Italian," Claude informed.

Cupcake looked at Jack incredulously. "Seriously?"

"Sul serio. Tooth taught me. I also know a little bit of French, but those gears are a bit rusty since I learned it all the way back during colonial times. Come on, Jamie, I want to hear you speak it. Say 'I am Jack Frost.'"

"...How do you say that?"

"'Io sono Jack Frost.'"

"Yo sono Jack Frost..."

Jack's smirk grew. "Close enough. I could do this all day; it's hilarious."

"Well it's not hilarious for me!"

"That's what makes it so hilarious."

YES, I UPDATED. Other than Jack acquainting with Ariel, Jack finding out about Baby Tooth, and the revelation of an Italian-speaking Jack, this chapter was absolutely pointless.

Sul serio = Seriously.

Canon: Tooth knows all languages. Headcanon: Tooth teaches Jack on languages, and thus, Italian!Jack was born. Don't ask me where or why I thought this up, 'cause honestly... I don't know either.

Also, Hatsu Yukiya allowed me to use her bookworm!Jack. Thank you, girl, and you're awesome. ;D

By the way, remember that additional list last chapter, and how I said I felt like I was forgetting something? Yeah, I remember it now: Tattoo. Now before you say anything, I might end up scrapping this one. It was just some kind of random thought that helped itself to my brain. If I do end up not using this one, I'll probably replace it with Eyesight (which is one I thought up in the middle of typing this chapter).

If you don't know, that bisexual poll is still on my profile... It has 47 unique voters. Considering that Rise of the Guardians is a popular fandom, I'm not sure if that amount is big or small or somewhere in the middle. But I've never had so many people vote on one of my polls (Again, it might just be the fandom), so... You guys must be interested in this topic of discussion. :P

Guest: I personally think that Samson's the only one who's a failure, 'cause without him, Scott would've turned out to be a pretty decent kid.

LightMyBulb: That list is interesting because my mind has an interesting train of thought. I'm the one who gave the Guardians phones and made Jack speak Italian. :P

Citrine Griffin: ...Well, aren't you sadistic. Believe it or not, I did consider Jack trying to kill himself, but... I don't know. I felt like it suited another character better.

Gamma Cavy: If Jack carries through on the hypothermia threat, that would make him a murderer. I really don't think he would sink that low, no matter what, especially since doing so would result in violation of the Guardian rules.

StarStreakedSky: I'm sorry, but 46% of the voters want Jack to stay straight, while a mere 31% want Jack to be bi. D:

Toni Heart: Yeah, that spoiler is nothing compared to other stuff I have planned for this fanfic. So you're still almost spoiler-free. ;D I KNOW RIGHT. Sigh. I think it would've been more fair if the Golden Globes was one of those award shows where the viewers get to vote. But sadly, it's not.

dude: Um, no, there is no other story. You'll see what I mean later on.

DownTheRosemaryLane: Well, you never know. Jack does have many sides to him, after all... And I guess turning human again would develop a bigger chance for hormones to flare up, now that he's in contact with human teens again.

zaylo267: Cody doesn't have a crush on him. Besides, he's straight.

Thanks to everyone else who has reviewed! Now review again!

Preview for next chapter: In Which Jack Gets Pimp Slapped. Yes, that is the title of the chapter. No, I will not say why it's named that.