"So Monty, truth or dare?"

"...Truth," Monty chose carefully, casting a cautious glance at Claude.

Claude smirked deviously. "What was your most embarrassing moment in your childhood?"

"Aw, come on!" Monty cried. "Give me a break!"

"You chose truth, so you have to answer."

"Only because I knew you would give me a dare that would cause mass humiliation!"

"Monty, just answer!" Cupcake intervened impatiently. "I promise none of us will laugh! Well, I don't know about the twins, but the rest of us won't!"

"Fine!" Monty ultimately gave in. "So there was one time when I was seven, and I accidentally—"

"Guys, come on. Let him off easy." Jack suddenly appeared in the room, looking much more formal than he usually did, wearing a white dress shirt, black trousers, and black dress shoes. Draped around his neck was a black tie that had yet to be done. On top of all that, his hair was actually not sticking out from all sides for once, each and every lock laying flat on his head, not one single strand out of place. "I can pretty much guarantee that the twins'll laugh no matter what. He'll be saved from a lot of ridicule if he keeps quiet."

"So that's what you look like with neat hair," Caleb remarked. "I never thought I would live to see this."

Shooting him a look, Jack only said, "It's possible for even my hair to stay down thanks to the miracles of enormous amounts of hair gel."

"What's with the formal wear anyway?" Pippa asked him.

"There's a Valentine's Day dance tonight, and I'm going."

"I thought you said you weren't gonna go?" Jamie questioned.

Jack looked away. "Let's just say that mentioning the dance in front of your mom was a bad idea. The next thing I knew she was forcing me to dress up and pulling a comb through my hair without mercy."

"Aw," Caleb sighed disappointedly. "I was just about to ask you if you wanted to join us. We're playing a mash-up of Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare."

"So you spin the bottle and the person it lands on gets asked truth or dare? Even if I wasn't going to the dance, I'd still say no. Judging from how Monty was suffering just a minute ago, I don't think I want to be a part of it even if I could."

"Jack! Is your hair still down? Do you look ready?" Mrs. Bennett came rushing into the room holding a bottle of what Jack suspected was cologne. "You haven't even done your tie yet! What are you thinking?" She set down the bottle on the side table and began doing Jack's tie for him frantically, much to the teen's chagrin.

"I was just about to do it! Ow! You're tying it too tight! Don't choke me!" Jack protested as he tried to pry Jamie's mother's hands off of him, to no avail.

She didn't let go until it was properly secured. Just when Jack thought he could finally relax, she picked up the bottle and began spraying him all over.

"Gah! Stop!" Jack put his hands up in front of him defensively. It didn't take long for her to finish spraying, but once she did, Jack sniffed his arm. Yup, this was cologne. Disgusting.

Mrs. Bennett stood back and smiled satisfactorily. "There. You look flawless. My work here is done." She walked off, still triumphant.

"I feel like a male Barbie doll," Jack muttered, then turned to the kids. Both girls looked amused, Monty looked concerned, the twins looked about ready to burst out laughing, and last but not least, Jamie looked scared for his life (What was he to do once he was the one entering high school and going to dances?). "If you twins laugh, I will go to your house in the middle of the night and castrate you."

"Ugh, okay, no one here needed to hear that," Cupcake grunted disgustedly.

"How come you always pick on us?" Claude frowned.

"Yeah, why not anyone else?" Caleb added.

Jack smirked. "Because everyone else that I know are smarter than the two of you combined." Before the twins could get a chance to reply, he opened the front door and left for school.

"That was so mean," Pippa said solemnly, though her eyes held a twinkle of mirth. "I can't really disagree with him though."

"Pippa!" the twins cried out simultaneously.

"I'm just not going to say anything," Jamie sighed. "By the way, I think Monty really ought to pass his turn, like Jack said. Spin the bottle, Monty."

Jack entered the gymnasium after a significant amount of hesitation. He was finally beginning to heed Anton's warning about how insane his female followers could be, and he doubted he would go unnoticed by all of them if he went inside. But then again, he wasn't about to turn back around, go home, and face whatever wrath Mrs. Bennett would incur.

He scanned the room for his friends, and he found all of them (except for Cici) sitting in one of the tables set up for the dance. Zander and Spencer were in a friendly and casual conversation, in contrast to Cody and Anton engrossed in a heated argument again. He went over to them, being extra careful not to attract the eye of a lovesick ditz. Surprisingly, nobody, at least not anyone infatuated with him, saw him sneak over to the tables. He immediately sat himself down in the last empty seat where his friends were sitting. "Hey guys."

"Oh hey!" Spencer greeted happily, yet loudly. "I thought you wouldn't come!"

Jack winced when he felt several eyes of certain females land on him. Jo Robinson shouted, "Jackson Overland alert!" She and her sisters began racing towards Jack, who swiftly got up and fled to the men's restroom connected to the gym.

"Nice going." Zander glared at his guilty brother.

"Oops," Spencer grinned sheepishly and stood up. "Don't worry, I'll fix this." He strolled over to the restroom door, where the Robinson triplets crowded around (The rest of the girls had dispersed after seeing Jack flee). "Hey girls, he's not going to come out if you don't give him any personal space. Tell you what, I'm sure he wouldn't mind it if you just stare at him from a distance. I think he'd prefer that over you openly stalking him like this."

Believe it or not, that worked. The triplets left and Jack was allowed to escape. Once he and Spencer were back at the table, he turned to him. "Thanks a lot." He glanced at Cody and Anton, who were still at it, having not stopped for one millisecond. "What happened to them?"

"Well, Cody was the last one to arrive before you, and Anton made some unnecessary remark about how he didn't expect him to come to the dance," Zander explained. "Cody took offense to that, and uh...things spiraled out of control. Me and Spencer tried to stop the fight, but we eventually gave up and stopped paying attention to it around the time they both began dropping F-bombs."

Jack listened more closely to the things Cody and Anton were spewing out at each other for a minute, then cringed. "Yup, those are some pretty colorful words."

"Yeah, so the two of us have just been trying to distract ourselves enough so we could completely drown them out. But Spencer here," Zander spoke teasingly, "spent half the time staring dreamily at Cici."

"Zander!" Spencer shouted. "Will you please just stop?! Jeez!"

Jack searched for and spotted Cici, who was cheerfully chatting with her own companions. "He's right though. You should just build up what little guts you have and ask her to dance. It isn't even a slow dance, so there should be nothing awkward about that."

Spencer nervously fiddled with his fingers. "I don't know..."

"Just suck it up and go," Zander commanded and pushed Spencer out of his seat.

"Ow!" Spencer landed on his butt and glared up at his brother. "Hey!"

Zander only rubbed salt into the wound by kicking him in the back, not hard enough to seriously hurt him, but also not too gently. "Go."

Spencer, not wanting Zander to physically damage his body, stood up. "Fine, I will!" He went over to Cici, grumbling under his breath while rubbing his back.

"Look at him go," Jack commented as he and Zander watched from a distance.

"My little twin brother's growing up," Zander sighed melodramatically. "About time too. I was getting really sick of him cowering behind me whenever Cici came by."

"You are aware that he's always been more matured and more level-headed than you, right?" Jack pointed out.

"Shut up, you."

Their conversation ceased, and the silence around them was only disturbed by Cody and Anton, who were still fighting. After a few minutes of Jack and Zander watching Spencer and Cici together, Jack decided that enough was enough. Those two are the only ones I know who could actually argue for that long. Even he and Bunny never fought that much. He whirled around and snapped, "Will you two stop?!"

Both of them stopped and turned to the irritated Jack. "Hey, when'd you get here?" Anton asked.

Jack sputtered, "When did I get here—" He put both hands to his face. "Oh dear Manny..."

"Manny?" Zander questioned.

"Yes, Manny." Jack sighed and stood up. "I'm going back inside the bathroom. I still feel like some plastic, fake person. And it's getting really stuffy in here."

Anton leaned over and sniffed Jack, garnering some weird looks from the others. "Are you wearing cologne?"

"Yeah. Not that I wanted to. I had no idea Jamie's mom was so crazy when it came to school dances. The only reason why I'm here is because I made the mistake of talking about it in front of her," Jack sighed again. "I'll be right back." He walked off in the direction of the restroom.

"Poor guy," Anton remarked sympathetically. "My own mom also forces me to go to school dances when I really don't wanna. That's pretty much why I gave up on trying to skip these kind of things."

Zander looked at him incredulously. "Wow. Has it really been only two weeks ago when you were still with Samson? 'Cause you really went from not liking Jack to like...best friends' status."

Anton only shrugged. "It's true though. Jack's a good guy. Best friend I've had in a long time."

Cody, who had been silent for the past couple of minutes, suddenly sat up straight and glared at Anton. "Best friend? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I think he's my best friend."

Zander groaned, already sensing what this was leading to.

Anton narrowed his eyes. "Possessive, aren't you? I befriended him first, so obviously he's my best friend."

"Really? From what I heard, you weren't very nice to him when you first met," Cody said nonchalantly. "Don't you remember that?"

"Uh, you were pretty harsh on him too."

"Yeah, but I wasn't as bad as you."

"Can't we all just get along—?" Zander tried to ease the tension.

"Fine. Why don't we ask Jack once he comes back out?"

"You know he's gonna say me."

"More like me."

Voices were gradually raising, and the only thing Zander could think to do was get up to get a glass of punch. He wasn't thirsty at all, and punch wasn't a drink he was particularly fond of, but if it meant escaping from the clutches of one of many of Cody and Anton's explosive fights, then he was all for it.

Jack had rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie, allowing him to finally breathe easily. I'm never taking oxygen for granted again. He went straight to the sink and washed out all that hair gel Mrs. Bennett had rubbed onto his head. He smiled a little once he saw his signature hairstyle had returned again, albeit a bit damp. Having neat hair was just too weird.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Sometimes whenever he looked at himself, he couldn't help but feel odd knowing that he was the owner of that mop of brown hair on top of his head. Sure, it had been almost two months since his transformation into a human, but he didn't look at himself in the mirror too often. Besides, two months was a blink of an eye compared to three hundred years.

But recently, he had been feeling himself slowly getting used to his human self. He briefly recalled his momentary forgetting of his Guardian alter ego. And now he was growing into his human looks. He was probably just being neurotic, but he was sure both of those weren't good signs.

His train of thought was cut off when he heard feminine giggling coming from somewhere in the room. Okay, that was weird. Either he was hallucinating or those chuckles were real. If they were the latter, then why would they sound girly? It was the boys' restroom Jack was in, after all. He dearly hoped it wasn't a guy who had a girl's voice, because then that would be the most disturbing thing in the world.

"He looks a lot like Jack, doesn't he?" he heard the voice say, as if there was a third person in the room. Okay, now Jack was certain that he wasn't just hearing things.

"So? A lot of unrelated people look like each other. You and I have both existed long enough to know that," a different voice spoke. This one was more masculine and much more nasally than the first.

Jack, growing increasingly perplexed, checked under the bathroom stall doors. There weren't any pairs of feet underneath any of them, so he was alone in the restroom...was he? The two voices sounded vaguely familiar, and he tried to pinpoint where he had heard them before.

"What's he doing?" the feminine voice questioned confusedly, obviously talking about Jack. Jack couldn't blame her (at least he hoped it was a her). He would be wondering stuff too if he saw another guy peeking under stalls like some kind of sick pervert. He began to notice the voices were coming from up above. He looked up at the ceiling, but the only opening he saw was the air duct.

"Being perverted, duh," the masculine voice replied. "Teens are much more disgusting nowadays than in the past. It makes me wonder about what human evolution is leading to."

"I'm not perverted," Jack snapped out loud without thinking. He was beginning to remember where he had heard the two voices before. "Can both of you just come out now so I don't look like an idiot any longer? Plus, somebody might come in here and think I'm talking to myself, and I don't want that to happen. Shouldn't you two be out spreading love instead of hiding in that air duct or wherever you're hiding?"

There was silence for a minute, but then two figures slipped through the air duct as if it wasn't there in the first place and landed on the restroom floor. One was a girl about Jack's height, with long, blonde hair that went down to her thighs and big doe eyes. She wore a white, elegant dress complete with angel wings on her back. The other person was a short, stout, much older-looking man who wore nothing but a diaper. He also had a pair of angel wings, but they were much smaller and less impressive. They were the the Cupids, and yes, there were two Cupids.

Jack sighed. "I knew it was you two. What are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't we be asking you the same thing?" the tiny man shot back grumpily, having figured out who Jack was once the winter spirit had revealed that he could hear them. "We deserve an explanation more than you do. We're not the ones who look human."

"Giorgio," the female's voice held a warning tone.

"You know I have a point, Giovanna," the unfazed Giorgio said.

"Your explanation should be shorter," Jack replied. "So you should explain first."

Giorgio glared at him for a moment before it faltered, and he sighed and shook his head. "You're so simplistic. We're just here because it's Valentine's Day."

"And we always visit the Valentine's Day school dances because its the perfect place for couples to fall in love!" Giovanna added cheerfully.

"That doesn't explain why you two were in the air duct," Jack pressed on.

"Giovanna is always paranoid that a student could see us, even though we weren't exactly the type of spirit to be believed in," Giorgio explained. "I never thought she would be right."

"Technically, I can see you only because I'm Jack Frost." He also almost asked why Giovanna would talk to Giorgio in the air duct when there was a guy in the restroom if that was really the case, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Whatever. What about you? Why are you here?"

"Um... Long story short, I got turned human by some monstrous blob." Jack hoped the other two wouldn't ask for the exact details. "I've been here since before Christmas. So yeah, as you can see, I haven't exactly found a way to weasel out of my tight spot as of yet."

"Ah. Well you don't seem too into searching for a way to go back to normal," Giorgio remarked.

"I'm not sure if you know this or not, but there aren't a lot of options to choose from to get back to my immortal self," Jack deadpanned. "I figured I could wait it out and see if my powers would return to me over time. If not, well, I'm sure the other Guardians are looking for a way. If all else fails, then a confrontation with the blob would be necessary."

"Hm. Getting yourself into trouble as usual, I see." Giorgio turned to Giovanna. "What do you think?"

Giovanna paused, then inquired concernedly, "Does that mean the wedding is postponed?"

Jack groaned and slapped his forehead. "Giovanna, we're not getting married!"

"You proposed!"

"That was an accident! Frankly, I kinda already forgot how it exactly went down."

"There's no use trying to call off the marriage with her," Giorgio cut in. "She's one of the Cupids, for crying out loud. A hopeless romantic."

"You do realize you're implying that you're a romantic as well, right?" Jack questioned.

"Yeah. I never said I wasn't."

"...Oh. Okay. So what are you two anyway? Siblings? Cousins? Father and daughter?"

"How would you expect me to know the answer to that?" Giorgio asked impatiently. "Siblings, most likely."

Jack paused, then moaned, "Oh, gross. I don't want you to be my brother-in-law. And it would be disturbing if you were siblings because you look like you could be her parent already. Nice job implanting mental images into my mind, Giorgio."

Giorgio scowled and turned to Giovanna. "What exactly do you see in this guy?"

Giovanna, who had been playing with a long, thin strand of hair during the conversation, snapped out of her daze and asked politely, "Excuse me, what was that?"

Giorgio groaned one of his many How-did-I-get-stuck-with-this-girl groans. "Never mind. We need to go anyway. There's also a Valentine's Day dance going on in a school in Maryland. Come on, Giovanna." He went back in through the way he came, not bothering to wait for his partner, knowing she will follow.

Giovanna turned to go when Jack hesitatingly spoke up, "Hey, Giovanna... Would you and Giorgio mind keeping an eye out for the blob whenever you pass by Burgess? And Pitch as well, he's after me too. If you see any signs of either of them, could you tell me if you see me around?"

Giovanna smiled in consent. "Sure." She disappeared after the male Cupid.

Jack stood for a second, then shook his head. "How do they even fit through that air duct gap?"

"My best friend!"

"My best friend!"

Zander put his head on the table wearily. Cody and Anton had been at it for ten minutes already. And what was taking Jack so long?

"My best friend!"

"My best friend!"

"Wow. You and your loser friends really are this bored with your lives to argue between each other?"

Zander raised his head abruptly at the new voice. He turned to glower at Ariel, who was looking down at him under her nose. He snapped, "Buzz off, Jaleen! I'm not in the mood! Mind your own business!"

Ariel scoffed. "Wow. Rude." Luckily, she left.

"My best friend!"

"My best friend!"

Zander whirled around, completely fed up with the other two. "My best friend! Me and Spencer knew him before either of you guys! And we were friends from the start! So there!"

Neither Cody nor Anton were expecting him to suddenly jump in like that, so they both stared at him, taken aback. At the same moment, Jack finally exited the restroom and went over to them.

"Finally! What took you so long?!" Zander raged on him.

"Oh, um..." Jack stammered. "I needed to take a dump." Nice going, Jack. Smooth. Real smooth.

"Whatever," Zander dismissed after shooting him a weirded out glance for a moment. "What matters is that you were in there for fifteen minutes, and I had to watch two guys duke it out, which is more frightening than Sparta!"

"Are you talking about us?" Anton pointed at himself and Cody. "Anyway Jack, whose best friend are you?"

"What?" Jack furrowed his brows in confusion. "Never mind, I don't wanna know. But to answer your question... Jamie's best friend, I guess?"

Cody's eye twitched.

"That's it," Anton said flatly. "That kid's dead."

You see, I've seen tons of stories in the archive where Cupid is featured. I've seen ones where he's a guy, I've seen ones where she's a girl, and even though I would prefer it if he was a guy, I did tell you guys I had a headcanon that Jack accidentally got himself engaged to her, and thus two Cupids are born. And I gave them Italian names because I didn't want to just call them Cupido and Cupida.

And headcanon that doesn't really deserve to be called a headcanon because it applies to my OCs: Cody and Anton are both clingy, little bastards when it comes to Jack.

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feathered moon wings: I guess he doesn't like to be touched because he's just one of those kinds of people who hates it when someone lays a hand on him.

Guest (1): O/O You think so? I honestly think Humanity and To Have a Home are way better...

Dude: I hope your deodorant-sprayed eyes are okay :D

RandomKrazyPerson: No, Pitch isn't watching the play, though it sure as hell would be funny if he was. You're reading Fun With Fanfics, right? Best rants ever.

Ocracoke0Island-Dreams: Funny you should mention Jack's grave, because, well... No spoilers will be given. And I think he maintains a brotherly relationship with all his friends, haha.

ImagineMusic: Why would you think that upset me? I said I loved any girl who said that, didn't I? XD

Hatsu Yukiya: Whoops, guess who's too lazy to review at all (Me). And you're the first person to say that glasses guys are hot, which I agree with completely. You're also the first person to say that Cody is adorable (which he is), and I commend you for that. We share the same genius mind.

akizaki14: ...What's... Do I even want to know? Yes I do. What's Y? Forgive my ignorance. And all of Jack's fangirls are drama queens, so sure.

Guest (2) (who is the most wonderful reviewer ever, and left me such a kind review): That's the best constructive criticism anyone could ever give me! Sure, I'll go fuck myself! That's the best way for me to improve! And because I'm just so considerate, why don't you go fuck yourself as well? You'll end up being a great writer that way! Now, sarcasm aside, you're an asshole. Good day, and I sincerely hope you take my advice.

Here's the thing: I don't tolerate nonsensical flames. I get pretty bitchy when this kind of stuff happens. If it's a review from a user on here, I'll reply to it sarcastically. If it's a review from a guest, I'll delete it and reply to it sarcastically. Let that be a lesson to all of you.

Review unless if all you want to do is tell me to masturbate!

And a little preview for what's up next: Anton gets accused of something by Samson, a very subtle Cody/Anton bromance moment is seen, Cody visits Carrie's grave again and everyone else except for Jack stalks him there, and they all notice something very peculiar in the cemetery... Oh yeah, and maybe, just maybe, Jack will question Cici about her occasional strange behavior. I'm not sure, but maybe.