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A/n: Okay, Jamie is mentioned once in this story, so yeah…Oh, you're going to have to keep an open mind when you read this coz the main storyline is going to start.

Plus, this chapter is gonna be long because you'll be seeing the story from Jack's perspective .

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Chapter 5

Jack stayed for the day. We asked questions about each other's lives while I cleaned the house and prepared meals. Jack didn't really eat a lot but he kept asking for more helpings of pizza when we had takeout.

I learnt that Jack had been alone for 300 years or more until he became a guardian. He also told me about his first believer, this boy called Jamie Bennett which seemed to be adorable from the way he described him. He also told me about this guy called Man in the Moon or MiM who is the supposed 'big boss' of the magical world.

I told him that I was always alone too since my parents were constantly going outstation. I also told him about how I figured out who he was.

'Your grandfather knew about us? How?' asked Jack as he stuffed his mouth full of the pizza that was left. 'I don't know. I've never thought about asking him that time. It does seem kind of strange now that I think about it.' I swept the last bit of dust into the pan and dumped it into the bin. 'But he did tell me many stories about the Big Four. Even about you.' I moved past Jack, who was sitting on the counter watching me tidy up the kitchen. He seemed to be deep in thought.

'Um, forgive me for asking, but where is he now?' Jack asked slowly. I sighed and tried to take stay calm and remember. 'He passed away ten years ago. I don't know why he died. One day, he just stopped coming to visit. My parents wouldn't tell me why because they said I was too young to understand. I'd still want to know the cause of everything.' Jack looked at me in this weird way that made shivers creep up my spine. It was a sympathetic look, but there was also something else that I couldn't comprehend.

After an uncomfortable silence, Jack spoke. 'Wait, ten years? That's when I became a guardian. We defeated Pitch that year.' I raised an eyebrow. 'Pitch? You mean the Bogeyman?' 'Yeah. It was also the time people started to see me. Well, at least the children. It's very rare for a teenager to see me. I didn't even know it could happen.' I smiled. 'Hey, I happened.' I said. He grinned at me. 'Thanks for believing in me, (f/n)' I secretly blushed, a strange fuzzy feeling erupting inside me.

'So only those who believe in you can see you?' I asked, curious. 'Mm-hmm. And it's normally children who can see me. I know as the Guardian of Fun I'm supposed to bring joy and play with the kids, but it can get boring when your choices of interaction are limited.' 'But what about the other guardians?' Jack laughed. 'I don't think I can talk with them all the time, (f/n). I treat them like family, but I need human interaction, too.'

My thoughts turned back to what my grandfather said about Pitch. 'Grandad would tell stories about Pitch too, but in the end he would always remind me to never give in to fear. He never told me about him being defeated, though.' I paused. 'I guess that's when he passed away. He stopped coming a couple weeks after he told me about you.'

Jack didn't say anything, so I decided to change the subject. 'So, I saw you the night before. You were telephone-line-walking?' He nodded. 'Yea, it's become a habit after 300 years. I was really surprised when I saw you staring at me. At first I thought you were daydreaming, but your eyes followed me when I moved, so I got overexcited and flew off.' He was a little pink in the face when he said that. 'Well, I almost freaked as well. I couldn't go to sleep that night, thanks to you.' I put the empty pizza box into the trash and went out of the kitchen.

I went up to my room, turning around to see Jack following me again. He had been doing that for the whole day. 'Jack don't you have something better to do? Like, explore the house?' I asked him. He raised an eyebrow. 'Why? Talking to you is better than walking around this empty place.' I blushed a little. 'Well, you should do that now because I have to change.' I went into the room and locked the door. I put on a light blue long sleeved shirt with dark skinny jeans, folding the sleeves up to my elbow. Brushing my (h/l)(h/c) hair, I put on some lip gloss to prevent my lips from chapping in the cold. I grabbed my purse and went downstairs.

Jack was fiddling with the television remote when I got down. He looked up at me. 'Hey Jack are you sure you're staying here tonight because…Jack?' He was staring at me like I had just appeared out of nowhere. I walked in front of him and snapped my fingers in his face. He blinked his eyes.

'Oh, I'm sorry it's just that you look so…stunning.' I smiled. 'Aww, thanks.' I said, ruffling his hair, not taking him seriously. He frowned. 'No really. You look beautiful.' I was a bit thrown back when he said it so seriously. He put the remote back onto the coffee table. 'So, where you going tonight?'

'A friend asked me to go for a movie with him. Maybe we'll have dinner too.' I told Jack while glancing at the clock. It was five minutes to seven.

'Him? You're going out with a guy?' Jack sounded strange, like he was offended again. I looked over at him. He was staring at me, a frown on his face. What was his problem?

'I'm not going on a date with him, Jack. He's a very old friend of mine who just started talking to me again after three years. Also, he has a girlfriend.' He still didn't look convinced. I opened my mouth to assure him that I'll be alright when a car appeared in the driveway.

'Oh, there's my ride. If you're going out please lock the front door. There's a spare key in that drawer. See you when I do.' I got up and slipped on my fur coat and boots before waving goodbye to Jack. He stood at the doorway, watching me as I got into Cameron's car. I waved at him one more time as we went out the gate.

'Who were you waving to?' Cameron rolled down the window to look out. I remembered only those who believed in Jack could see him, and what I did just now would have made Cameron think I was crazy. 'Um, I was waving to…Diablo?' He raised his eyebrows at me. 'Really? Then who's that guy standing at the door?'

Jack's P.O.V.

I watched (f/n) as she got into the car. She looked at me and waved goodbye. I waved back to her, feeling a little sad she was going out with another boy. I hoped he would take care of her. Shaking my head a little, I face-palmed myself. Jack, you cannot afford to get attached to anyone. You've just known her for one day. What are you thinking?

I looked up to see her friend roll down the window and look out. I hate to say this, but her friend was quite good looking. I started to feel jealousy burning in me when I realized he was looking at me. His eyes seemed to look straight into mine. Could he see me? I stared after the car as it sped off into the night. I shook my head again, deciding I would ask (f/n) about it when she came back.

Walking around the house, I saw a mantelpiece with many old pictures on it. I looked at the one in the front. It was a picture of a little girl, maybe (f/n), holding the hand of a tall, balding man who was wearing horn-rimmed glasses. He looked to be her grandfather. Peering closer, I observed the man's face which was vaguely familiar to me. I had seen him somewhere, but I couldn't remember. (f/n) was very cute in the picture, and she looked very happy, unlike now. I noticed she only smiled occasionally when we talked.

There was another picture of her, this time with her parents. They both looked quite young. Her mother was very pretty, with her red hair flowing over her shoulders. She sat on a chair, holding her daughter in her arms. (f/n)'s father was handsome and tall, with a stern face. He had a certain charm about him, an air of grace. (f/n) seemed to be a mix of both of them, beautiful like her mother and attractive like her father.

Whoops, Jack. You're crossing the line again .

I was about to move on to the others when something in the picture caught my eye. Again, only (f/n) was smiling at the camera. Her parents' faces were serious with no hint of a smile on them. I was puzzled at what I saw. What caused them to be so unhappy?

I flipped the picture over and noticed a date scribbled at the bottom left corner of the frame. It was taken ten years ago. I looked at the date on the picture of (f/n) and her grandfather. Also ten years ago.

Setting the pictures back down, I made a mental note to remember to find out where I had seen the man before and moved on to look at the rest of the pictures. The pictures were newer as I looked further back. There was (f/n) when she was playing in the snow and another of her riding a palomino. There were more family pictures and photos of her school classes. I noticed the more she grew, the more serious her face was.

I was very surprised at the last one. In this picture, she was smiling very broadly with a short-haired girl beside her. They were both holding glasses of juice, or what looked to be. I assumed it was a beach party. Her hair was down and she looked really pretty and carefree. My eyes darted down and my face heated up instantly. She was wearing a bikini and several boys in the background were looking at her. I didn't dare to look anymore although I had a tugging sensation at the back of my mind. I turned my face away and walked back to the living room, cursing at myself.

Since I had no idea when (f/n) would be back, I decided to go to the fridge to see if there was any more pizza left. Man, that was the best thing I had ever tasted in a long while, I became quite addicted to it. I opened the fridge and rummaged inside. Finding nothing of interest, I walked to the television and turned it on. I looked at the manual placed on a nearby shelf and started flipping through channels. (f/n)'s greyhound walked up to me and started sniffing my hand again. When he was done, I scratched behind his ears like how (f/n) did. 'Hey, boy. Come to watch TV with me?' The dog grunted and went to lie on the couch. I looked out the window. Last night, I had set which country should have how much snow and when it would fall so everything should be going alright. Moving to the couch, I noticed Diablo had occupied every space of it. 'Move, boy.' I made a moving motion with my hand. He just stared at me, looking bored. I rolled my eyes and sat on the floor, flipping through more channels. It was very uncomfortable to sit there, I had to keep adjusting positions until I got tired. After a long while, Diablo gave a small bark. I looked over at him and saw that he made a space for me to sit on the couch. I grinned and took the seat gratefully. 'You know, Diablo,' I said, stopping at a news channel and looking at him. 'I think you and I are going to get along just fine.'