I woke up lying against his chest, his surprisingly warm arms wrapped around me and his cheek resting on top of my head. I didn't move even though I got kind of uncomfortable, I didn't want to wake him up. And I just looked up at his face, deep in sleep, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His lips were opened just a bit, but it made him look like a little boy. Then I remembered last night and how I kissed him and was so frightened if he'd reject me… but he didn't. He kissed me again and again. And I wanted to kiss him, right now, on that childish nose and those white cheeks and those pale lips…

With a small moan his eyes fluttered awake and traveled across the whole pond and found their way to mine, locked with my stare and didn't let go. I didn't want them to. I held that consuming blue gaze and let it embrace me in its depth.

"Mornin', sunshine." His raspy, deep voice whispered as his lips stretched into a smile.

"Good morning." I said and kissed him. His arm reached up behind me so he could dig his fingers into my hair. I held his face in my hands as he kissed me back. "Please don't call me sunshine."

"Why?"

"It sounds like I'm someone who brings sun and life. But I'm not."

"I don't want you to be."

I kissed him again.

He ended up calling me sunshine again. I tried teasing him with snowflake, but he didn't mind so it wasn't fun anymore. He pulls out the child in everyone. We flew back to the park, I wanted to get there on foot, but it would've been too long of a walk. Separate flying didn't happen, as soon as we left the ground he wrapped a strong arm around my waist and flew us to my park in the warm air. When our feet touched the ground he didn't let go for a few seconds, but the retreated his arm and slid his hand into mine.

It was definitely new, this touching thing, but it was definitely . Just scary. But not as scary as the expression Jack had when he saw who was in my tree.

"Well hello, honey." the figure greeted me, but not Jack, as it shifted in the branches of the tree, a shadow jumping from branch to branch.

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Calling me that, I thought I made it clear yesterday... And jumping up and down! Come down here!" I ordered. The movement stopped for a few seconds then made it's way to us. "Finally, Hunter."

"Ah! And I see you've brought a… friend." Hunter smiled. His tanned skin and handsome face stretched into a grin when he saw our hands locked together. "Oooh, a boyfriend!"

"Leave us alone, Hunt." Jack murmured under his breath, almost inaudibly, but we both heard him.

"What's the matter, Jack?" Hunter came closer. "The summer heat getting to you?"

"Leave me alone!" Jack said a little louder.

"Wait…" I said, because I couldn't believe that they were fighting. "You two aren't friend?"

"No."

"Nope."

"But you seemed a lot alike-"

"I'm nothing like him!" Hunter cut in, his mood changing fast. "I don't go around freezing everyone's butts of!"

"Yeah, I know." Jack said, his spirit changing as well… "That's my job. I bet you wish you'd be me." he teased.

"Oh shut up!" Hunter huffed. "What do kids wait for all year? What do they want most sitting in wooden desks the whole year? Summer! Me!"

"Please, you know what a good snowball fight can do! And who wants to sit in that oven of a season?"

"Okay! That's it!" Hunter screamed in frustration… or frost-ration as Jack would say. It was getting dangerously hot and the grass at his feet turned yellow in a 2 meter radius. "You little winter worm, you icicle sucker- you-"

"Okay no need for that!" Jack said calmly and let a burst of cold wind collide with Hunter's chest sending him back, but not knocking him off his feet. I could hear the sizzle of cold and hot colliding.

"STOP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Everything stopped. The freezing wind and the raging heat all just stopped. "You two are going to hurt each other! There's no need for that!" I huffed.

"She's right." Jack said to Hunter. "We're stupid for fighting."

"I-I guess." He hung his head. "I'm sorry, dude. F-for everything." He reached out to shake Jack's hand and Jack took it, but quickly pulled back. His hand was covered with blisters. My gaze travelled to Hunter's hand, his was blue from frostbite. The wounds disappeared as soon as they appeared.

"Uh. Sorry." Jack groaned and stretched his fingers. "That actually happened before." He laughed. And Hunter joined him. As did I. And that was a precious moment, I concluded. Because if there was something I learned it was that they were very similar, yet complete opposites.

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