Good day to you, fellow shippers!

Okay, something popped up in a review that I figured I ought to address. Obviously I would love to reply to all reviews individually but I'm afraid I'm often quite busy and can't fit it in. This seemed like an issue that many of you might be wondering about though so I thought I best not let it slide. RizReviewer asked when the rating of the story is going up and my answer to that is soon. I'm just trying to decide how smutty I want to make what I have planned and the thing is it could range on the scale of smut from tea with the queen to German hardcore pornography. Trying to find the right balance so it remains tasteful but is still fun to read teeters on a fine line and so we'll just have to see how that one pans out. Don't worry though, jackrabbit smut is on its way.

And, when it comes to reviews, YOU GUYS ARE FREAKING AMAZING AND ARE ALLOWED FREE ACCESS INTO MY PANTS ANY OLD TIME! Ahem…

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So, 6' 1" anthropomorphised rabbit and 300-year-old dead kid fluff, anyone?

Play For Me, Jack

Chapter 9

The rest of the week went by awkwardly to say the least. Everyday presented a new challenge to his sensibility regarding how he was going to deal with his feelings for Bunny. He wasn't even sure if he really had specific feelings and didn't know whether he was supposed to create some or go with the murky, underdeveloped bubbling he held somewhere deep within. Characterizing his affections like that made Jack think of sewage and once that thought had gotten into his head it had been pretty hard to fend off whenever he tried to think about Bunny. Still, the nights had been helpful and he had spent many an hour lying in bed wondering what he was going to do. He was thankful that he had time on his hands to deal with it but it still didn't help that Bunny kept dropping comments here and there and giving him that smirk that he now took as affectionate rather than mocking. Well, it was still mocking but not as much. It was warmer now and it jingled a little bell in the back of his mind that made him feel tingly inside.

After his mixed up spell at the ballet company on Tuesday evening Bunny had recovered rather well. Perhaps it was simply because he didn't have any rivals for Jack's romantic intentions in his orchestra and even though that thought made him curse himself he found it to be strangely comforting. He had never been one to hide away from a challenge and even though Jack wasn't his, his mind's subconscious reckoning that Jack in some weird way needed defending against lecherous dancers gave him a strange purpose in addition to building up the friendship they were creating. He knew it wasn't his place and yet he couldn't help it. He liked Jack and had been touched by his readiness to accept him which, as anyone could guess, was a blessing for any person trying to get started in a foreign country. A simple flick back through the events of the past week and half would have reminded him that it was actually Tooth who had been the most enthusiastic about meeting him but he didn't focus on that. Jack was cute and there was no way around admitting that that was the reason he gravitated towards him more than he had the brightly coloured girl. Tooth was sweet, but Jack was sexy and sexy trumped sweet every time.

Things had become hard for Jack on Thursday evening when it was the first of their private rehearsals together. The players had spent most of their day in sectionals and Jack had not really wanted to hang around after hours after the mind numbing stopping and starting that he'd been through earlier. More importantly though, he didn't want to have to wrangle with his conflicted internal emotions regarding his predicament when he was that tired but what choice did he really have?

Thursday evening…

Jack yawned as he dragged his things into the smaller room in another part of the building. It was quite an intimate space but the building was old so the ceilings were high and it gave the room pretty nice acoustics. That, and the fact that every surface seemed to be stone or wood made it fairly cold in there and that would surely present Jack with a problem when his fingers started to become sluggish. He never really minded the cold but he was still human and the joints in his fingers didn't defy it as much as he did.

He waited for a few minutes for Bunny to arrive and when the tall man did eventually come in he did not look in the best of moods.

"Bloody hell, it's cold in here!" he griped as he put down his things.

"It's not that bad" Jack replied as he reached up to stretch out his tired back.

"How was your sectional?"

"Long. Boring. Painful"

"Yeah, well, next time you'll be with me"

"Why weren't you with us today?"

"I took the winds"

"Out of choice?"

"North seems to like the strings"

"Yeah, he does. He's really cool"

"Yeah, he's a nice guy. He's been really helpful in settling me in"

"I thought he might be. You ever see him conduct?"

"Last year. Your Firebird concert"

"You saw that?" Jack asked with an inquisitive smile. It made Bunny happy as every time he saw it he marvelled at how beautiful a smile it was. It had been a stressful day so it was nice to be perked up.

"Yeah. I came over to check you guys out before I accepted the invitation to come here"

"Why didn't you say hello?"

"I had other offers and had to see them all before I decided on one"

"Where?"

"Chicago, Miami, Seattle to name a few"

"Really?"

"Yeah. What? I'm not good enough for a bunch of orchestras to want me"

"Well, I wasn't gonna say anything…"

"Hey!" Bunny interjected knowing he was being teased. "What's a scrawny thing like you telling me I can't be wanted by loads of orchestras?"

"Scrawny? You call this scrawny?" Jack said as he mockingly flexed his non-existent muscles. Bunny laughed as he watched Jack behave like a strongman and shoved him playfully as he walked across to the other side of the room to grab a stand for him.

"Alright. I'll make sure not to get on the wrong side of you then."

"Damn straight"

"Come on, you bloody show pony. Play for me"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. I haven't got all night"

Jack groaned as he begrudgingly pulled out his violin and shuffled over to the stand now in the middle of the room. Placing his music on it he asked what he should play and Bunny said to surprise him. Jack decided to pull out Swan Lake since he knew it was the one he'd need the most practice with and sighed as he began the slow, sultry part he'd had to play a lot recently. He wasn't bored of it but it took a lot more effort than he was willing to give this evening.

As he played, Bunny watched the boy's slender form rock gently back and forth as he moved with the music but didn't see the passion he was looking for. He knew Jack had it, he'd seen glimpses of it every time he played in addition to his timely outbursts. Not today though. Today he was clearly tired and was not putting himself into it. When it finally got to the upbeat section it became all too clear that Jack was just not in the mood for playing anymore and his lack of enthusiasm was almost comical. Even when he got to the twiddly parts right up high on the E-string*, not a single note was in tune and Jack groaned pathetically as he almost wilfully screwed them up.

"Okay, that's enough" Bunny said as he stopped Jack mid-piece. "Why aren't you trying?"

"Because I'm tired"

"Oh, poor baby. Play it properly, Frost"

"I've been playing properly all day, Bunnymund. And by the way, what kind of name is Bunnymund?"

"Oi! You better watch your mouth you little whacker"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll give you what for, that's what"

"Oooh, big talk from such a widdle Bunny"

"Jacky. Play"

"Fine" he said as he put his violin on his shoulder again. Before he played he turned back, "Will you at least tell me what the E stands for?"

"The what?"

"The E. Whenever I've seen your name written officially it's always E. Aster Bunnymund. What's the E?"

"You'll never get it out of me"

"Oh, come on!"

"No"

"Please"

"Nope"

"You're no fun!"

"And you're never gonna know"

"…Stupid head…" Jack pouted as he picked up his bow to play. It made Bunny shake his head and smile. He liked it when Jack was childish. It was playful and desperately cute.

As he began to play, out of nowhere came a sudden flurry of powerful, romantic notes that made the taller man perk up and watch him closely. It seemed getting Jack riled up somehow lit a fire under him and made him play things properly. Maybe it was because he was trying to throw it in the face of whoever he was playing to or maybe frustration kicked him into gear. Whatever it was, Bunny was sure that what he had been thinking was correct: a riled Jack was a melodious Jack and that was how he was going to fire him up from now on. That, and Jack really did look beautiful when he played seriously. The way his body moved and the expressions on his face were just so graceful and watching him was like watching living art. He was mesmerizing and as Bunny watched he slowly found himself less conscious that he was viewing Jack's playing and more entranced as he was absorbed by the smaller man's aura.

This time, Jack most definitely put the extra effort in. He was tired and irritable but he wasn't about to let Bunny have the upper hand. It wouldn't be the first time but he liked to prove he could play to him since it seemed to call his bluff. If he could come out on top then he could consider their rehearsal a success. After all, it was one thing to actually make the rehearsal worthwhile, it was something so much more to win in a tiff with Bunny.

As he attacked the big, double octave* jumps at the very end he gritted his teeth and smiled as he got them spot on and as he hit the final chord across the strings he pulled his bow away and stood there triumphantly.

"How was that then, Bun Bun?"

Bunny simply smirked as he rejoined the world and slowly pushed himself up. "You're not meant to play that double-stop"

"So?"

"So, you did it wrong"

"Ugh, you had to be petty"

"Well, you could have played it right"

"And didn't I?"

"Apart from at the end, it was okay"

"Okay?! That was better than okay"

"Well, look who's suddenly full of himself"

"Ah! You're such a…a…"

"A what?"

"Douche!"

"Douche, eh?"

"Douché? What?"

"What?"

"What?"

The two looked at each other confusedly. After a second or two Jack snorted and smiled. "So, what? Am I playing this again?"

"If you think you can do better"

"Oh, screw you, Bunny!"

"Hey. My grandma could play that better than you did and she's been dead for fifteen years"

"Ooh, so the grandma comes out and the gloves come off, huh?"

"You don't know the half of it"

"Oh, come on, Bunny. That was good, wasn't it?"

Bunny looked down at Jack who pouted up at him sweetly. He felt the look on Jack's face start to gently tug on his heart and even though he knew it wasn't genuine he couldn't help but succumb to its cuteness.

"Oh, alright, fine!" he said with a sigh as he turned around to walk to the wall. Leaning against it he crossed his arms, "Play something else"

"Don't you have any corrections?"

"Yes, but we'll get to that later"

"This feels like a review"

"Maybe it is"

"It will be if you stand right there" Jack said as he looked behind him, "Pitch always stands behind me and freaks me out"

"Maybe he's checking you out as you're playing"

Jack grimaced, "Eww! No, he's not!"

"He might be"

"No! He's definitely not! Don't say that!"

Bunny just chuckled. "Come on, Jack. I'd like to get out of here before 6"

"Why? Where're you going?"

"You're taking me out to a bar"

"Oh, am I now?"

"Yes. Show me there's somewhere good in this town"

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I'm your boss and if you don't I'll fire you"

"You're not my boss. Not really. And you can't fire me"

"You really wanna risk it?"

Jack looked back and stared him down amicably, "Fine. I'll give you this one"

"Great. Now, play on"

Jack turned back to his stand and began to play something else. As he did so Bunny allowed himself to become absorbed in the young violinist once again and from this angle he was able to appreciate him a little more than he had from the side. Little by little his eyes worked their way down to Jack's butt and lingered there for a little while as he took his time to appreciate it.

"Not bad" he thought as he examined the boy's rear which swayed gently with the rest of Jack's body. "I wonder how well he can shake that thing" he thought as he wondered whether or not he could get Jack to take him to a club. He'd probably need Tooth to make that happen so maybe not tonight. Moving down to Jack's legs he smiled as he realised how skinny they were and wondered whether or not Jack wore tight pants to show that off or by accident. They were nice, long legs with enough definition to look athletic but he figured Jack had never been much of a sporty type considering how lanky they were. He imagined he must have spent much of his childhood indoors playing the violin and maybe that was what he attributed his extremely fair skin to. It was good-looking skin though, that was for darn sure and it's perfectly clear, soft, silky beauty only acted to enhance his boyish good looks. Had it not been for his strong jaw and height Bunny supposed many people would have mistaken him for a teenager.

It took until Jack had stopped playing for Bunny to realize what he had been thinking about and shook his head as he suddenly remembered where he was.

"Not bad" he managed not to blurt out. "Don't scrimp on the allegro when it comes around"

"I'm not feeling in a very allegro mood right now anyway"

"Yeah, I feel that" Bunny said as he pushed himself off the wall and stretched out his arms and shoulders, which by contrast to Jack's were extremely big and tough. Had he not been wearing a jacket Jack most assuredly would have had a hard time keeping himself from jumping at the taller man. "You wanna call it quits and just go out?"

"Yeah, okay" said Jack as he walked over to his violin case. He didn't really know how he felt about having to go out again now. Then again, was it having to go out or getting to go out? He did have a good time with Bunny the other night and it would be fun to go out with him again. Still, he was tired and he had planned to spend the evening on the couch waiting to watch Leno. In the end he decided going out with Bunny would be more fun and so, after calling shotgun to inform Bunny that he had to drive, the two walked down to his car and headed out of the parking lot.

After sitting through half an hour of traffic, Jack and Bunny arrived at a bar Jack knew about halfway between where each of them lived. It was a laid back sort of place and Jack was a little worried that he couldn't think of anywhere nicer to take Bunny nearby. Still, his companion seemed to like it and strode in happily. Jack walked with him up to the bar and sat down as Bunny ordered beers. Together they chatted as they usually did when they were together and kept switching between heated banter and friendly laughter. It felt nice for Jack to be able to talk to Bunny and not feel awkward as he usually did when with a guy he liked. True, he was still a little nervous that he was going to embarrass himself but he didn't really care about that as much as he used to. Something had happened and he wasn't as awestruck with Bunny as he once was and as conversation seemed to roll off of his tongue he found himself gravitating towards the Australian man in a way he hadn't before. They were becoming proper friends and he liked that a lot. Bunny, under that gorgeous, godly exterior really was a nice guy and someone he was glad he was getting to know better.

Bunny himself spent the evening taking in every feature of Jack's beautiful, boyish face as he smiled up at him and stared back with those big, blue eyes. They really were some of the bluest eyes he had ever seen and surrounded by his snowy white skin they looked positively icy. They were unbelievably mystical and Bunny had to force himself to look away from time to time so as not to make it look as if he were staring. He liked Jack a lot. He was an absolute rapscallion but he was fun, and above all he was nice. He was gorgeous too but that really went without saying by now and Bunny could no longer deny that he thought so. He was still no closer to deciding what he was going to do about it though. There was something about being around that dancer the other day that had fired something up inside him that made him jealous and now that they were out of there and simply enjoying each others company alone together everything just seemed so much simpler. He was happy he was getting along with Jack and felt honoured to have been accepted so readily. Still, his mind was frequently drawn back to wondering about whether or not he thought he should risk ruining it.

Later that evening, after many more beers, a plate of nachos and some hotdogs – which Jack figured was good, stereotypical American food that Bunny might appreciate – the two got up from the bar and wandered towards the door. It was apparent that neither one of them could drive although they weren't strictly drunk. Anyway, they were having too much fun to stop chatting whilst one of them had to concentrate on the road. So, after grabbing Jack's violin, the pair jumped in a cab and headed off towards Jack's apartment.

In the back of the cab, the two continued laughing along with one another as they shot witty remarks back and forth. Eventually, Jack began to yawn and, being a clown, flopped over on the seat and landed in Bunny's lap like a sleepy kitten. The bigger man looked down at him and teased him for being so pathetic but Jack stayed where he was as they cab drove onwards. After a few seconds, the warmth from Bunny's legs began to seep through into Jack's skin and he found comfort there that was simply nice. Something about leaning on Bunny felt right and even though it was just for fun, Jack enjoyed the warm resistance of his toned leg muscles that pushed back at him through the material of his pants. He could have easily gone to sleep there and had it not been for the exciting fact that Bunny's penis was somewhere just below his ear he probably would have done so.

Bunny laughed at Jack as he lounged on top of him and when he found the guy wasn't moving he started to stroke his hair and call him a good kitty.

"You gonna purr for me, kitty cat?" Bunny teased as he continued to ruffle the white strands and Jack cracked open his eyes to look up and chuckle at the strange situation. As he lay staring up towards Bunny's face, the alcohol in his brain continually directed him towards Bunny's lips. They really were pretty lips and to Jack's booze clouded eyes they looked incredibly soft, warm and inviting. Pretty soon he felt an urge grow from within to reach up to investigate closer but he resisted it. Still, it would be nice to get a better look at them. They really did look nice and almost seemed to be silently beckoning him upwards. It wouldn't take a moment after all and how nice would it be just to kiss them? Just to lean up quickly and press his own against Bunny's smooth, supple lips which were clearly made for kissing. Yes, it would be stupid to do but something about the situation egged him on and Jack pretty much felt that by now he'd earned a taste of those gorgeous things. After all, why not? He'd been suppressing his desire for Bunny all week but had still been nice and welcoming to him. Didn't he deserve a reward? Just a little one. Nothing more than a second. Or maybe too. Perhaps a little longer with a little tongue thrown in? Yeah, why not? After all, a kiss was what you made it and if he only got one then he wanted to make the most of it. Okay then, why not? Surely Bunny wouldn't mind.

"First stop" he suddenly he heard the driver say and bolted upright in his seat as he was suddenly brought back to reality. What the hell was all of that? That stupid, schoolgirl yearning to kiss the poster boy? What kind of moron was he? He could have ruined everything!

"Jacky, you alright?" Bunny asked as he looked at the jolted boy sitting next to him. Jack looked at him and then darted his eyes away shyly.

"Yeah, I uh…I'm good"

"You sure? You look a little spooked"

"Me? No. Just surprised we got back so fast"

Bunny snorted, "I think you're a little drunk"

"Yeah, maybe…" Jack said as he trailed off and reached for a ten from his wallet.

"Hey, don't worry about that" Bunny said but was then cut off before he could carry on.

"No, it's fine. I'll see you tomorrow" he said as he scrambled for the door and jumped out quickly.

"See ya" Bunny managed to say before the door slammed and Jack scarpered off. That was weird. He'd been totally fine and looking like a dog having his tummy scratched right up until they'd pulled up. Now, all of a sudden, he was like a startled deer. "Weird" thought Bunny as he suddenly felt something firm pressing against his leg. "Oh, hang on a sec, mate" he said to the driver as he reached across to roll down the window. Outside he could see Jack fumbling with his key and puzzled at him for a second before calling out.

"Jacky! Forget something?"

Jack spun his head back and looked positively shaken as he stared at the cab's open window. A second later he realised what Bunny was getting at.

"Oh…yeah" he said quietly as he shuffled back to the car and received his violin through the window.

"How much did you say this thing was worth?" Bunny joked as he handed it to him. "Or are you trying to claim the insurance?"

"Haha, yeah" Jack said with absolutely none of his previous good spirit.

"Was it something I did?" Bunny thought as he watched Jack for a second and then said, "Well, thanks for coming out"

"It's cool. See you tomorrow"

"Yeah, bye" he replied as he sat back and told the driver to carry on. As the cab pulled away he turned his head back andwatched as Jack stood at his door looking suddenly deflated and began to wonder what on earth he could have done to suddenly make him so uncomfortable. For the life of him he couldn't think of anything but that wouldn't stop him from laying awake for several hours that night.

Jack finally managed to open the front door to his building and leaned against it as it closed behind him. Closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the frosted glass he sighed and cursed himself for thinking about kissing Bunny. What kind of stupid, ill-conceived idea had that been? He clearly would have ruined everything if he'd even tried and he simply felt awful for allowing his stupid, horny brain to lead him into thinking about actually acting on what he'd been feeling. He liked Bunny, he really did and he was still sure that Bunny didn't want him, even if he was gay. Why he had ever thought about taking such a stupid chance was beyond belief and he just couldn't forgive himself for doing it.

Worse than that though, how would Bunny have felt? There he was, thinking he was making a new friend, perhaps the very first of one of the few friends he actually had here so far and he'd considered taking that away from him this early on in his tenure. That wasn't fair. In fact, it was downright lousy and Jack felt like a real bastard for being so selfish.

Eventually he pulled himself away from the door and trudged up to his apartment. He didn't feel like doing anything else so he simply pulled off his clothes and fell into bed. He didn't even feel like telling Tooth about it he was so embarrassed and knew her excitability really wouldn't help him right now.

"Oh God…" he groaned into the sheets as he balled them up around his face and tried to forget the world that was so obviously against him recently. "Maybe I should just fill up the tub, sink on in and end it all right now"

Friday didn't go well. He made sure to keep his distance from Bunny all day long and even Tooth noticed his absent, nervous demeanour as she tried to perk him up on their breaks. She didn't succeed but noticed Bunny watching Jack with a worried look on his face. She wondered if something was up but couldn't for the life of her figure out what. Jack was being useless at letting on and she didn't think she could ask Bunny without knowing him a little better. This was a conundrum to say the least.

Back in the present…

So, there he was. Another Saturday morning sitting on the train to Burgess. He had wanted to stay in bed the whole weekend but he had kids to teach and their parents would not be pleased if he were to call off their lessons. He sighed as he watched the snow-covered fields rush by the window and hoped his hometown would provide him with enough distraction to forget about his malfeasance with Bunny.

His self-induced Bunny haze made the morning's work blitz by and before he knew it he'd visited his mom and sister and was waiting at the station for the next train to Pittsburgh, three-hundred dollars richer but no by means happier. As he stood there with his breath fogging up the air in front of him he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Lifting it to his ear he spoke quietly.

"Hey, Tooth"

"Hey, ""Jack. How were your lessons?"

"Fine. What have you been doing?"

"You know. Cleaning, laundry, groceries, nails. Saturday stuff"

"Uh huh"

"Hey, Jack, are you okay. You were totally bumming yesterday"

Jack sighed. "I did something stupid Tooth" he said realizing he wouldn't be able to keep it from Tooth forever.

"What?"

"I thought about kissing Bunny"

The line was silent for a second.

"Tooth, you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here"

"So, yeah…"

"And? Did you actually kiss him?"

"No! I ran out of there as fast as I could"

"Oh, Jack! I'm so disappointed in you!"

"What?! What are you talking about?"

"Why didn't you kiss him if you thought it was right?"

"I didn't say I thought it was right. I just said I thought about it"

"And that's it? That's why you were so down yesterday? Come on, Jack! That's not worth all your sad sacking."

"Well, it kind of is. How would you feel if the first friend you'd made in a strange city tried to kiss you"

"Bunny's different. He likes you"

"He does not"

"Yes, he does. I can tell"

"How do you know?"

"I just can. I bet he would have loved it"

"Seriously, Tooth. He can't want to get involved with anyone since he's only here for a little while"

"Until next December"

"How do you know that?"

"It was on the info they sent us last year"

"Really?"

"Yes. Don't you read the circulars?"

"Of course I don't"

"Well, if you did you'd know he's around long enough for you to smooch and not worry about the consequences"

"Jeez, Tooth"

"Come on, Jack. You're over thinking this. You didn't even do it so why is it even a problem?"

"Because I figure the next time I might actually go through with it"

"So what?"

"Because…because…just because!"

Tooth sighed and although Jack couldn't see it she was smiling on the other end of the phone. "Look, Jack. You haven't done anything wrong. And even if you had done something it wouldn't have been wrong anyway. We know he's definitely gay now so even if you did kiss him I bet he wouldn't mind. If he wasn't interested he would have said so"

Jack moaned with strife, "Oh, Tooth. But what about all the stuff I said about being friends and then having that friend come onto you. Wouldn't it be weird?"

"No. If anything I bet he'd be psyched that he managed to get a boyfriend so quickly after arriving"

"Hey! No one said anything about being his boyfriend. I just said a kiss"

"That's how it starts and then, who knows…"

"I know. Nothing."

"Then I'm sure he'd be happy that you threw him a bone. Then perhaps he might throw you his"

"Tooth!"

"Swear to me right now that you haven't thought about it!"

"I haven't…seriously considered it"

"Exactly. Come on, Jack. What's the worst that could happen? He might say no. There's plenty of good stuff that could happen in contrast"

"Hey, I never said I was actually going to do it"

"Jack, you're going to do it"

"Are you commanding me to do it?"

"Would it help?"

"No"

"Then I'm just stating the facts. Now that it's in your head, you're going to do it. It's just a matter of time"

"Oh, what do you know?"

"I know you. And I know that Jacky wants Bunny's tongue down his throat…and around his balls"

"Damn it, Tooth!"

He hung up to the sound of her raucous laughter on the other end of the line just as the train back to the city pulled in. Climbing aboard he sat down by the window and glared out into the cold January night. It only took a few seconds for his scowl to break into a gentle smile.

How was she always right about him? Had she really learned his behaviour that well since they'd first met? It seemed as if she had and Jack shook his head as he accepted what she had said. Yes, usually when he got something in his head he didn't stop thinking about it until he actually got it done. Bunny was different though and he hoped he wouldn't ruin their friendship by eventually doing something ridiculously stupid. He remembered everything that had come before his alcoholic brain hijack and recalled how fun Bunny was to be around when they were on their own. They just seemed to click and he loved being around him for that. He really did.

The next morning, Jack found himself lying in bed trying to fight the call of the morning light streaming in through the window to wake up. Roughly, he pulled a pillow down to his chest and hugged it tightly as he tried to snuggle back into the covers but noises from outside soon won over. Flopping onto his back, he looked up at the ceiling and wondered what he was going to do today. He had a lot of laundry to get through and he should probably get some practice in as well if he was going to show off next week. First though, he needed food. Sunday was a good day for breakfast and as he lazily pushed himself up and wandered towards the kitchen a sudden twinkle of a memory began to poke at him in his dreary morning delirium. He leaned against the doorframe for a minute as he decided whether or not to go through with it and then simply mumbled "Fuck it" before going out into the living room and rummaging through his bag. Pulling out a small white square of card he marched back into his bedroom and quickly tapped out a message.

'Hey Bunny. It's Jack. Wanna grab some breakfast?'

Jack stood there for a second with his finger poised over the send button. Was he really going to do this after such an awkward Friday? Biting his lip, he took in a sharp breath through his nose, closed his eyes and with a final shout of "Do it!" in his head, pressed the button. In an instant the message was gone and Jack nervously sat on the side of the bed in his pyjama bottoms as he waited for a reply – if there was one.

As time ticked on, he quickly began to feel stupid again for even thinking about asking and he startled when he felt his phone buzz next to him. He let out a chuckle and smiled as he read the words, "Sure. Where you taking me?"

And so Jack's Sunday with Bunny began.

Glossary:

E-string: Violins have four strings tuned, from lowest to highest, to G, D, A and E. The E-string is the highest string and it can be climbed to reach extremely high notes. It takes many years of practice to do this properly but the results are amazing when you hear a real master playing so masterfully way up there.

Octave: a complete series of notes between two notes of the same designation (i.e. a set of notes starting on a lower A and leading up to a higher A). Technically, the set of notes between two notes where one has double the frequency of the other.

AAAH! Jack wants Bunny to play with his gentleman parts! Or Maybe Tooth does. Well, in any case, I'm sure it won't be long now. Tooth knows best as always.

I referred to a piece called The Firebird early on in the story and it is, in my opinion, one of the greatest and most beautiful pieces of music ever written. It's so awesome that Disney used it in Fantasia 2000 and they animated to it which is pretty cool to watch. Their version is cut down from its original length but it puts it into a nice, listenable piece. If art sometimes overwhelms you then you might want a tissue. Watch it! Watch it now! (AGAIN YOU HAVE TO PUT IN THE DOTS): youtube com/watch?v=GU06m802pDc

Thank you all so much again for your reviews and all of your follows and favourites. You guys are a wonderful bunch and are totally awesome in every way. Please keep reviewing and let me know your wishes. I can't promise anything but it's nice to know if my plans match up!