Hey guys! so after almost having a little breakdown and breaking my head over the wall I finally have it !

reardless, i have something to tell referring my personal life

I fucked up. big time. I don't know when I'll be able to write again (half of it it's that i don't know what to write next) or post a chapter, again, I fucked up pretty badly and the consequences of some actions I made will impact my life for some time. so I apologize

edit: Soooo, everything it's turning out better than expected and maybe I can write again the only problem now is that i don't know how to continue until the major plot point

edit: okay, after some issues that have already been solved I'm able to write again, don't worry I'll try to be active more often and write something that's worth the wait, already pls I ask that you guys forgive me

-rmega

*jack P.O.V* (I'll explain it later)

I was speechless at the sight of Hayden's paintings; I had been carrying those pieces of art with Richard almost breaking one of them. One painting was our room and we appeared in it, Richard was laying on his bed with his headphones on and I was sitting on my bed, petting Toothless while writing something in a notebook. The sun filtered through the window and cast a light glow in the room. It was almost as if I was seeing a photo instead of a painting, he was that talented, and I was amazed by the quality of his paintings. Then, I looked to the other canvas. I had to close my mouth before my jaw hit the floor because the other painting was, for lack of a better word, perfect. There wasn't a single flaw on it, the textures, the colors, all of it was perfectly arranged to show a beautiful auburnette woman with forest green eyes and one of the warmest smiles I have seen. Next to her was Hayden, or well at least I thought he was, because he was a lot younger there, but he still had his little crooked smile, a green sea with a cloudless sky took place behind them, now that I had the chance to think of it, Hayden's hair was more like and auburn color than a brown one.

I kept contemplating at the painting until I was brought back by Zed. "Wow, Hayden, I'm really impressed at your work, well done." Zed complimented, still looking at the pictures

"Uh, t-thanks Mr. Zed. It's not as good as I wanted it to be but I can improve," Hayden stammered, blushing a little. God, could he look cuter? I think not, thinking about it I should make him blush more often, and was he serious? The painting was perfect! There wasn't a single mistake to be seen on it, so what was he talking about?

"I highly doubt that. These are really good paintings, you shouldn't be selling yourself short," I said at Hayden, who blushed even more because of what I said, and oh god he looked so cute when he blushed. That's it, I'm officially making him blush at least once a day, or make him smile given the chance.

"Anyways, there are more students that need to show their projects," Hayden said, taking one of his paintings with him and sitting at his desk. That made me smile; he doesn't want to attract attention and yet he chose an art major.

I followed him with the other painting and took a seat too.

After some other students showed their own art, I couldn't help but be relieved that I had done mine and showed it to Zed.

"Ok, next one is... Montoya Richard," Zed called, startling the Latino next to me "Come on, friend. Surprise us."

"Uhm, ok, I want to major in literature right now, so I'll interpret a monologue from a little story I was writing a while ago as my project," Richard mumbled, the tips of his ears a little red. 'So he doesn't like attention too, huh?'

"Alright, show us what you got," Zed encouraged him, reading the papers that Richard gave him. "So the plot is that you're the youngest son of a rich and proud family who is hiding a secretthat you can't tell anyone, interesting."

"Ok, here I go," he said, taking a deep breath and the semblance of his face… changed. "Here I am at my family's ballroom. Father just presented me a lovely maiden, such a fair lady she was. I gave her my warmest greetings, courted her lightly and then presented her to my friend, Christopher. Knowing my father, it was yet another vain attempt to make me fall in love with another woman; he always had high expectations of me, even being the youngest of his sons. And yet, all I did was disappoint him, because no matter how much I tried to charm them, no matter how hard I tried to fall in love with the women I courted, I simply could not be infatuated by them. Their charms worked for naught on me, but, shall I remain without my righteous wife at my side the rest of my life? Thinking about how many women I courted, I think so, and if I had to remain wifeless the rest of my life then, so be it. It's better to let them go and live a happy life then be bound to me and pretend a fake love that could never grow, could never exist; but oh lord, why did you punish me with this curse of being a stranger to love with women? Even my mother didn't love me enough, leaving without me and leaving me at the care of my father. Why did I had to be born this way, knowing the looks of pity my brothers gave me behind my back, the rumors and murmurs from the kitchens reaching my ears at the dawn of the moon. I'm just looking for that person who I can love, but so far, no woman has been the right one. And yet-" He paused for a moment and I could see that he doubted continuing, whether that was part of the monologue or not, I couldn't tell. After a moment, he continued.

"However, I had a strange feeling whenever I saw Maxwell, one of my brother's friends, coming with him at night. Impure thoughts about them saturated my dreams in the darkness of the night, my heart pounding in my chest from the fear of it, and something else, the thrilling feeling of being alive, and that made the fear beat faster only to be overwhelmed again by the feeling of excitement building in my chest after it. I always had a high admiration about him, expecting his approval every time I went with them, and having the most wonderful sensation whenever I did. That's when realization dawned on me; I could never love a woman, but it seemed I loved a man. A man, for god's sake! Such thoughts were forbidden and people that had them did not have a place in heaven with God. What shall I do? Succumb and let these sinning thoughts drown me or let them out and bring god's wrath over me. Or, shall I hide them? That's it, I won't tell anyone, it's better to die than to let this come to the light. I did not ask to be born this way, and yet I have sinned, just for the mere thoughts about this, the realization of it, I have sinned, and I would be a sinner all my life because of these thoughts, because of being myself. I could not imagine how hard it would be on my father, another disappointment in his life from me, and this time, the biggest one in his life; the shame I would bring him, he wouldn't be able to handle it. So right now I will hide them, and whenever they surface back, I will bury them further every time; if this is my fate, so be it." As he finished, I was speechless, did he write that? Did he just act that? My mouth was hanging open, and if I'm not mistaken some other people were too; Richard, the shy, happy, cheerful, guy that I have as a roommate, transformed in a person so full of sorrow, confusion and sadness.

The trance of everyone was interrupted by clapping coming from the front of the classroom. "Well, I must say I'm impressed. Would you mind telling me why you want to major in literature?" Zed examined Richard while he answered his question.

"Oh, w-well, I didn't have too many friends when I was in elementary or junior high, and when I was in high school, I was homeschooled. I didn't have any friends, to be honest, so I spent all of my free time reading books." The Latino smiled sadly. "They were my only friends, as a matter of fact, so whenever I went to the library, I could spend hours in there. The limitless world that the human mind could create amazed me, the way different authors referred to the same occurrence in such a varied way, or how the authors interacted with their plot, twisting it, weaving it, giving a little bit of their personalities in there, they were an example to me, an inspiration to me. That's why I wanted to major in this branch; I want to make the people feel what I felt when they're reading my books."

"Good answer, good answer," Zed nodded, stroking… Toothless? What was he doing here? (Yes I referred to a cat as a he. Sue me.) "What Richard said is right, class. The human mind canexpress itself in very different ways, some are more a-kin in ones than others, but the reason why we all are studying arts is that we want to leave a message, don't we? That's the purpose of the arts, to express a message, to show the people what we feel, how we feel, our anger, sorrow, happiness, grief, in one of the seven kinds of it." Zed explained, going over the chalkboard.

"So for tomorrow I want you to look and investigate the origin of the art you're majoring in." Groaning could be heard at the end of the classroom. "No whining, what did you think, that because we were in arts we wouldn't do background research?" A bitter laugh came from the black haired teacher.

"Hey Hayden! Wait!" I said, as Richard and I jogged up to the brunette.

"Uh, hey guys," he greeted us, carrying the two paintings in his arms. How he could walk with those two pieces of glass was beyond me. Richard elbowed me a little bit too hard to edge me on talking with our roommate

"So, uh, we were wondering if you would like to eat with us. I mean I know you're busy with homework and stuff, so-"

"Yeah, I'll go."

"Oh, okay then. I mean, we understand if you don't want to or you have already made plans for today and we know we see you everyda- wait, what did you say?" Was I going mad? Did I hear what I just heard?

He eyed me with an expression of mild strangeness and repeated "I said I'll go, I just have to leave these in our bedroom and we can head out. Where are we going, by the way?" Yep, I did it and I was at a loss for words. Hayden, my actual crush, agreeing to be part of a social interaction? With me? I was still staring at him like he had grown a new head or something, so Richard intervened.

"We are eating Mexican food. There's a really good place at the plaza."

"Like Taco Bell?" he asked, and it might as well have been the worst insult you could ever say to Richard, because he had an expression of hurt on his face I've never seen before.

"NO, nie, niet, nein, we are going to eat REAL Mexican food, not to that… establishment they call Mexican restaurant and that it's wrongly categorized as that!" He took a deep breath. "Thatis a fast food restaurant, not a Mexican restaurant"

Were those four different languages for the word no? It clearly amused Hayden because he kept staring at Richard with a new found curiosity.

"Hey freckles, let me help you carry one of those," I offered as I went to grab one of the best paintings I have ever seen, but Hayden just shied away.

"No thanks, I can manage," he said, glancing backwards as he went up a pair of stairs.

"Uhm, you sure? Because from a past experience, those aren't easy to carry around," I said, earning a grunt from the brunette in front of me as he turned around. "I said I can manaaaag-uff!" He tripped and fell down the stairs.

I don't know how or when I caught him, but when I did, I had him by the waist. I had him as close to me as I could, our face inches apart from each other and I could feel his breath, labored from the sudden scare, in my face; trapped in the moment, I couldn't tear my gaze off him, the so-far-cold green orbs that always greeted me were swapped by two brighter ones filled with something I couldn't put my finger on, and a little blush accentuated his freckles.

"Thanks," he said, but he made no motion of moving out.

"Uh-no problem." I felt heat coming from my face as I stared at him. Was he getting closer? I didn't mind if that was the case but-

"GUUYS! GUYS! They're slipping off my hands please, help! Help! Help!" Richard pleaded while he carried, or tried to carry, the two paintings, his backpack, MY backpack and some books he had earlier on his arms.

And then everything came crashing down, figuratively and literally speaking because before we could disentangle from each other, the dark eyed male fell, saving the two canvases from breaking. The little moment there, lost.

"Sorry Richard, are you ok?" I asked lifting my backpack from him and some of his books

"Of course I am! I'm just peachy you know, I was just hugging the floor, my good old friend," he grumbled, dusting himself off and getting up.

"Your canvas, Hayden, and no, I'll carry one and before you start to protest, just remember the incident that just happened. Now let's go or there won't be anything else to eat. So let's go NOW!"

Needless to say, Richard chastised us for half the way to our dorms, spent the other half fuming in front of us, and apologized the first half of the way to the plaza.

To say that the aftermath of the incident was awkward was an understatement; it felt horrible. There was some rare tension between the brunette and me that I couldn't get behind.

'Idiot, idiot, stupid, now he's not going to want to hang out with you, oh my god why didn't I let him go sooner? Stupid, stupid' I was so into my self-bashing that I didn't notice the two smaller males stopping in front of a little business next to a coffee shop. I almost walked past them if it wasn't for Hayden calling my name.

"Sorry, is this it?" I asked, looking at the Mexican business in front of us in more detail. The building was a light brown color with green patterns like vines climbing up from the floor. It was a decent size, not too big but not too small, and a sign that said Jarocha Seasoning.

We went in, and the warm air hit us with a pleasant smell of spices and other things.

The inside was just like the outside, same light brown walls and same green vines that went all the way though the restaurant. A brown haired lady greeted us and took us to a free table underneath a big painting of what seemed to be a port. Similar paintings were hung up all over the restaurant; one of them had a big church next to some park, and other had an island at the far end of the painting with a lighthouse on center. Richard sat across me and Hayden sat by my side.

"Sooo, Richard, how did you discover this place?" I asked, playing with the little salt shaker on the table, while Hayden was reading the menu.

"Oh, I was walking around town when I first arrived, and I sort of got here by coincidence."

"Cool, hey Hayden, see something you like?" I asked at the brunette on my left, trying to lessen the awkward silence between the two of us that was there since the little incident.

"I was thinking about ordering this," he said, pointing at something in the menu that I had already passed "what about you two?"

"Oh, I'm ordering some rice," Richard said dismissively

I have never been in a Mexican restaurant, so the first thing that came into my mind were.

"Tacos."

The expressions I received was not a surprise for such stereotypical answer. Hayden had an unimpressed expression on his face, telling me he had expected it from me, and Richard wore a sympathetic smile, also telling me he had guessed right.

"In my defense, I haven't eaten a taco in my life," I pouted, poking Hayden's cheek with the edge of the menu.

"Stop that," he said, swatting the menu away with his hand in annoyance, and that gave me an idea.

"Stop what?" I smiled mischievously poking him repeatedly. I kept poking him for a minute until he snatched the menu from me and slammed it shut on his side of the table

"Why did you do that?" I whined, stretching my arm to recover the unfairly stolen menu.

"Because you kept poking me with it, now behave, or you're going to make us get kicked out." Hayden glared lightly at me, slapping my hand and stopping me from grabbing it. What a killjoy.

"Yes mom, now could you give me the menu back please?" I said, rolling my eyes with a lopsided smile.

He only rolled his eyes as response, but he gave me back the menu and I could catch a glimpse of the ghost of a smile on his face, so I felt accomplished somehow. A win-win situation, at least for me.

A perky waitress took our orders a little while after that and gave us our drinks, along with some snacks-something that seemed like nachos and some green and red sauces- not without giving me a flirting look, a wink for goodbye and a sway with her hips. Oh girl, if only you knew.

The sauces looked interesting enough to dip my first nacho-relative in the green substance, but Richard slapped my hand, making me drop my snack. Seriously what's with people slapping my hand today?

"Dude, have you EVER consumed something really spicy before?" Richard asked me, trying to clean the stain on the table where the dip fell with a napkin.

"Uuh nope, but what does it matter? It's a dip after all," I dismissed nonchalantly and dove for another fry.

"It matters because those two sauces are spicy as hell itself, my good friend. I don't recommend you to eat them," he told me, looking me dead in the eyes. I rolled mine and ignored his warning, eating the small fry anyway. Serious mistake.

I actually felt like my mouth was on fire as the fry passed down my throat and burned everything in its wake. I started to fan myself feeling my body grow hot and starting to sweat. I was a panting, sweating, and suffocating mess in a Mexican restaurant, I was sure I would die if I didn't do something quickly so I practically downed my drink in less than 5 seconds. Ice and all. And it still felt like there was a huge fire inside my mouth.

Richard gave me a spoonful of olive oil and I actually felt how the temperature in my mouth reduced. The sticky substance's taste was still in my mouth and, after all that whole ordeal, my lips still felt blazing, like I had actually burned them.

"He did warn you," Hayden chuckled as he rolled his eyes, passing his drink to me. I took a small sip and sighed at the refreshing, beautiful feeling of cold water. That's why I didn't like fire or the heat, they're evil. Cold is way better than heat.

"So, did you learn your lesson?" Hayden asked with a teasing tone in his voice.

"Of course. The next time we go to an exotic restaurant, I'll make you eat everything I order first to see if you don't die," I said while I side-hugged him, grinning.

"Oh, thank you I feel so pleased to be your food taster, your highness." He rolled his eyes at me with a little smile on his face.

"See, freckles? I know what you like," I grinned smugly, poking his cheek.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?" I asked innocently, still poking him.

"Overland, I swear if you don't stop poking me, I'll shove the whole food tray into your face," he glowered, trying to sound intimidating. It was like a joke, I mean, Hayden being intimidating is like Toothless being savage.

"Really, Haddock? I'd like to see you try," I said, a mischievous smile on my lips.

"Oh yeah? Then I'll-" but before he could say anything else the perky waitress came and put our orders in front of each of us and, since we were practically starving, we started to eat without complaint.

Richard wasted no time digging into his rice with…. a lot of sea food. Hayden ordered some kind of food covered in beige leafs and me, well, I ordered some tacos. I stole a bite of food from Hayden, not without a glare from the brunet and surprisingly this stuff tasted sweet. While I was wondering why it tasted sweet Hayden swiftly took a bite out of my taco. What can I say? I was asking for it.

After we totally obliterated our food, we started talking, mostly about college, homework, Toothless, and our room.

"Talking about our projects, you were awesome, Richard. I didn't know you could act that well," I said, truly impressed

"Oh, it's nothing, you get used to acting when you-" He stopped, looking a little bit bewildered.

"You, what?" Hayden asked, arcing an eyebrow.

"When you-you-" but he was interrupted by his phone's ringtone. He answered it and I could hear a faint female voice coming from the phone "Hello? Hey sis, yes, no, yes, yes, but why?" He sighed. "Yeah I will, yes I already did, wait, what the heck did he do now? He didn't." More mumbling from the phone. "THAT BIG IDIOT! I swear to god, sometimes he's the little brother, ok I'll go straight away, wait for me, ok, bye."

He started grabbing his stuff and leaving some money on the table. "Sorry guys, my stupid big brother got himself into trouble, and I have to go to see if he's okay. I'll see you later at the dorms." He got up and left, not without tripping and almost falling into some waitress, saying sorry and stepping out quickly.

"Well, that was eventful," Hayden said with an unimpressed expression on his face.

"What do you think he was going to say?" I asked, still looking towards the way the Latino left.

"I don't know. Anyway, I think we should leave. It's getting a little bit late and Toothless will get restless if I don't take him out for a little walk." He waved at our waitress and asked for the check. "You know, with how Toothless acts, I think he's more like a person or a dog than a cat." I chuckled, taking some money out of my wallet and paying for my part.

"Yeah, he sometimes seems more like a person than a cat," he chuckled fondly, paying his part too.

"Okay, we should go now," the brunet said, standing up and accidentally bumping the table, spilling his drink on himself. "Oh shit," he said, grabbing a paper towel and trying to wipe the liquid substance from his sweater.

"Dude, you should better take it off before it seeps into your shirt," I said.

"Fuck, now how can I get out?" He asked, glancing outside and it seemed that it had started to snow.

"You can take my coat," I said, passing it to him.

"I can't accept it, what about you? You'll catch a cold or something worse out there," he said, biting his lip and oh my god, he looked so cute I just wanted to kiss him right there, but Irestrained myself.

"Take it, the cold doesn't affect me and, besides, I got my hoodie," I said, pointing at the blue garment I had on.

"It's a really nice gesture jack, but-"

"No buts, take it, put it on and let's go, end of the discussion," I said, guiding him to the exit.

"But I-" he started to protest.

"No buts, just walk." I glared sternly, and he had no choice but to put the coat on.

When we got outside, the chilly air hit us with a reminiscence of a little blizzard. Yep, it felt like home.

"Thanks, but, aren't you cold?" he asked with worry.

"Freckles, there's something called thermal resistance." I smirked and swirled in the cold, snowy, air

"Yeah, yeah, Jack Frost, but even you can get sick, so let's get moving." He rolled his eyes once again and started moving, and I followed suit. After some minutes of silent walking, we passed the fountain of the plaza, you know, the one with the woman who is pointing at you with a deadly weapon? Yeah, that one. The only words that escaped his lips were:

"Thank you, Jack, honestly, thank you." And he smiled, a sincere, full smile that had me smiling back.

"No problem," I said, turning to him and my focus went a little farther when I thought. I saw a woman in front of the fountain, smiling. When I glanced back, there was no one. I thought it was weird and that I was seeing things; maybe I was tired, yeah, that should be it. I thought maybe I could take a nap when we reached the dorms. But right now, I would treasure this moment/ I mean, it's not so common that this little brunet smiles. I'll enjoy it, who knows, maybe he will smile more often.

I hope you enjoyed it really, :D I'm a little rusty and my grammar it's still the mess it was before (well, not THAT bad)

again, i want to thank my beta Honeybeez, girl you're awesome I hope you have a fun week ;)

please review to know that people still care about this story because if you guys say "hey, maybe it was great at start but now it seems that's not so bright as it used to be" I have in mind three possible new stories:

Sky High Au

Hogwarts Au (I would try to make it a saga though, a lot of preparation, and stuff)

and a maeiso story that I'm no quite finished yet (assassination classroom got me, now i can't get out)