You tried to calm her down, make her wait a few more minutes. You just needed a little bit more time. But that didn't stop her excitement.

"C'mon Jack!" Your sister grabs your large hand with her tiny ones and attempts to drag you out of your room, nearly making you to trip and fall to the ground. You pull back a bit to make her stop in her tracks and look up at you.

"Calm down, pipsqueak! I'm still packing my stuff." You ruffle your sister's hair and she glares at you through the bangs you just messed up.

She's mad at you only for a split-second though, because she immediately goes back to her bubbly, bouncing self in a blink of an eye.

"Hurry up! I can't wait much longer to see Rapunzel!" she nearly shouts and starts hopping in place.

You smile at the excitement of your baby sister. You're really excited to see Rapunzel again as well.

Last time you saw her was at Hiccup's birthday, when she announced her engagement. You were really startled by the news; in fact, you were so startled that you knocked over one of the candles on the table. The universe hates you and loves to play your luck, so of course the candle set the tablecloth alight. You nearly made the whole house go up in flames.

You're pretty sure Hiccup is still mad at you and probably holds a grudge about it.

"Why don't you go sit in the car? I'll be there in a few minutes," you tell your little sister, and she nods quickly before heading to the car. You chuckle and go back to your room, continuing your attempt in stuffing even more unnecessary items in your already full bag.

…

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard," you sing this ridiculous song in the falsest tone that is humanly possible; all to annoy your sister.

You flail your arm which is grasping your milkshake about, nearly spilling the contents.

You pulled over at McDonalds a couple minutes ago. Partly because your sister was hungry, and partly so you could sing this properly, with a milkshake in hand.

It seems the sister-shaming operation is working, judging by the tone of her voice when she practically whines your name.

"Jack, stop! Please! This song is awful and you seriously suck at singing!"

"Nope," you say popping the 'p'! Why should you? This is too much fun! You smirk at you sister and return to your obnoxiously loud singing.

"Can this get any worse?!" your sister cries to nobody in particular. She drops her face into her palms in shame, hoping people won't think she's related to you. You think for a while before replying.

"Well..."

She snaps her head up in horror, her eyes wide and face scrunched up in disbelief. "No. No Jack. Absolutely not! Don't you dare!"

But it's too late. Big brothers live to embarrass the life of their younger siblings, and that's what you're gonna do. You crank up the volume and roll the window down.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like it's better than yours. Damn right it's better than yours," you belt the lyrics out at the top of your lungs, unknowingly turning a few heads your way.

You stop before a red light, still singing.

You throw in some half-assed dance moves, or rather, attempts at dance moves. It's hard to drive and be a fabulous dancer at the same time. While serenading your sister with your absolutely poor singing, you turn your head to your left, looking at the car next to you.

You immediately freeze, stopping your singing mid-sentence and your mouth hangs open. The windows of the car next to you are rolled down too, and you notice the guy staring at you from the passenger seat.

Your eyes grow wide, and your face turns red in a millisecond. It's not just some guy; it's Hiccup, looking at you with a mix of confusion and horror.

Your face still burning, you give him a little uncomfortable smile while rolling up the window and turning down the volume as fast as you can.

Goddamnit stupid traffic light, turn green already, c'mon. Now would be a good time! Goddamn.

As if the traffic light gods (if there were any) heard you, the light changes from red to green and you take off as fast as possible.

"Who was that?" your sister asks, looking at you with confusion and relief in her brown eyes. The relief was probably because you had finally stopped your singing and her ears were blessed with the ability of hearing again. For a second you almost forgot she was there.

"Hiccup. Rapunzel's friend, remember?"

"Was he the guy whose house you almost set on fire?"

You let out a small chuckle. Of course she would bring that up. She's never going to let you live that one down. "The one and only." You smirk at her and she rolls her eyes at you.

She shifts her attention to the trees seemingly blurring together at the speed you're going at. You turn the volume up again and focus on the road ahead of you.

…

"Em, psst. Wake up Em, only a couple of minutes."

You softly poke the side of your sleeping sister. "Emma, we're almost at the hotel." You continue trying to wake up your sister.

The soft poking soon turns into jabbing.

"Emma, wake up or die laughing." You look at her with a smirk when you see her face. Eyes shut, brows furrowed, jaw clenched with her lips pursed. All in a futile attempt to stop herself from laughing so badly.

"You have destined your fate, princess. Prepare!" You begin tickling her sides until she can't hold herself together no more.

"Jack! Stop! You know- I hate tickling!" she tries to say between her laughs. She tries to push your hand away and scoot further away from you and the same time. "Cant stop, won't stop~" You continue to somehow manage tickling your fighting sister and driving in a straight line at the same time.

You stop the tickling when you can see the hotel coming into sight. "Almost there." Emma tries to catch her breath after almost being tickled to death and glares at you before looking to the hotel, her eyes widening at the sight of it.

"That's where were staying?" She looks up at the tall building in awe. "It's so fancy!" You chuckle again and tell her, "It sure is, lil' sis. You should thank Rapunzel when you see her. She paid for this all."

Emma doesn't look at you, instead fixes her gaze on the fancy hotel with an excited gleam in her eyes. "I will. But first, I want to explore the hotel!"

You park the car into the massive parking lot and unfasten your seatbelt. Your sister does the same and jumps out of the car. She skips ahead of you and you follow your overly happy little sister.

You look back when you hear another car coming. A quite familiar car. You can vaguely make out Hiccup and some girl from the dark windows of the car.

You catch up with Emma, praying they didn't see you and hoping Emma won't see them. But against your wishes, Emma turns around and spots Hiccup. "Jack, look! It's Hiccup!"

Emma shouts the auburnette's name and starts waving. You quickly push her around the corner desperately praying that they, again, didn't see you. Your sister looks at you confused. "Why couldn't I say hello to Hiccup?" You think about what you should say for a moment. Choosing your words carefully. If you tell her it would be embarrassing, she would probably smirk evilly and drag Hiccup's body over there. If you don't come up with a good reason, she would still probably drag him. So you settle with a simple answer.

"Just 'cause."

"Just 'cause? That's not a good answer."

"Well it's the only answer you're getting, pipsqueak." You ruffle your sister's hair again, making her give you the evil eye.

"Now, do you want to explore or not?" Her agitated stance immediately turns to excitement again, the glare melting off her face as she grabs your hand and starts running to the hotel, dragging you behind her.

"Lets go!"

So that's chapter 2.

I threw in some embarrassment because let's face it Jack is an embarrassing little shit.

So yeah, thanks for reading and following :)