I'm sorry, ok? I know it's been 5 days! But do not worry this chapter contains extreme fluffiness. You were warned. You were sooooo warned.
Jack's POV
Jack sat at Mavis's desk, writing feverishly. Words swirled in his head until he got to the point where he was proud of it. He worked until the sound of Mavis's alarm went off. Oh,shoot, Jack though and he huffily shoved the paper into his hoodie pocket.
"What was that?" Mavis asked.
"What was what?" Jack asked playfully in answer. Mavis rolled her eyes and got ready for school. As she ate breakfast, Jack said, "I have to make a storm while you're at
school. So, don't leave the school and don't go anywhere alone. Pitch won't strike if he knows it'll be noticed you're gone." Mavis sighed, "Yes, Mother." Jack laughed. As soon as he was sure Mavis was safe he left to make storms. When he got back Mavis was chatting with Edward. Honestly, Jack loves to see Mavis be a normal teen, but he kinds got jealous when he talked with Mavis. They were so alike. What if Mavis realized this and left him? Edward was mortal, like her. O shoot! He was immortal. Him and Mavis- no. Jack wouldn't accept that. He pulled his finished poem, and a perfect date came to his mind.
Mavis's POV
Jack met her after school and walked her home. Mavis did her homework and then Jack told her to grab her coat.
"What?" Mavis asked.
"I'm taking you out on a date," jack said and Mavis smiled. He brought her outside, then lifted her small figure onto his body. He took of soaring and a sense of pure wonder filled Mavis. She wasn't scared. She trusted Jack, but this flying, this was incredible. They soared for about an hour and Jack landed softly onto the ground, surrounded by think trees of a forest.
"Did you like that?" he asked. Mavis nodded. Jack sat down on the snow and Mavis plopped down next to him, mimicking the time the had talked by the lake, except this time Jack pulled Mavis into his lap.
"Watch this," he whispered into her ear. As if on cue, the Aurora Lee shot colors across the sky. After about half an hour of watching the lights (well Mavis watched, Jack just watched her reactions) Jack pulled out the poem.
"Here," he said handing it to her, "It's not very good, but it's the thought that counts,right?" Mavis held up her hand to hush him. She was reading. The paper said:
As she stands there I can't help but think
Why her luscious lips are ever so pink
Why her moves are so graceful,
Her heart so kind,
She is ever so thankful,
For healthy body and mind.
Her strength unmatchable,
Though not physical, not of that kind,
Her spirit never ceases,
Which is what purely ignites mine.
Though behind this combustion I can see,
That this fire has a great fee
Tears stinging her cuts and burns,
As she gets to know the world and always learns.
Secrets hidden beyond sight,
No, her heart not light,
But I guess that's love,
The soul seen through the eyes,
Touched with a kiss,
As my soul continuously flyies with bliss.
"Wow.." Mavis trailed on. She didn't know how to react so she just twisted in his lap and kissed him.
"So you liked it?" Jack asked, as Mavis re-read it.
"I love it," Mavis answered with tears in her eyes.
"Good," Jack said kissing her hair. She leaned back into his chest, and fell asleep out of lure exhaustion. Jack smiled, picked Mavis up bridal-style and flew her home, tucking her into bed. He was completely unaware Pitch Black had been watching the whole thing.
Pitch's POV
Pitch witnessed the whole "date" as Jack has called it. He knew that if he were to kidnap the girl, Jack would come running to her rescue. That's when Pitch started to do what he did best: plot dastardly deeds.