I'm making a Jack Frost cosplay! I've only started on the staff so far, but it's already so much fun...probably because I hate sewing, and this costume is more painting and constructing and such. GOD I CAN'T WAIT TO WEAR IT AND ITS NOT EVEN LIKE 2% FINISHED YET lol

Chapter notes: Because shy/embarrassed Jack is just too cute...

Also, I'm really sorry I can't write kiss scenes...I'm really trying tho.. T_T

Practice Makes Perfect

"How come you never kiss me?"

Jack abruptly stopped what he was doing, hand freezing in the middle of turning a page. The paper crinkled slightly as he subconsciously tightened his grip. "What are you talking about? We kiss all the time!" He laughed nervously.

"No, I kiss you all the time." Jamie retorted briskly. He swiveled his chair around to face the other boy currently stretched out on his bed, and fully focused on him with an intent stare.

"I kissed you that time on the lake-"

"Yeah, that was just once. After that, it's always been me."

"Oh come on Jamie, I'm sure I've kissed you other times too. Are you keeping track or something? That's silly, now can I get back to reading this? You're the one who asked me to make sure you wrote the other Guardians right."

Jamie stared, the wheels in his head turning as he watched Jack duck his head into the pages, cheeks slightly red. Slowly, a grin spread across his face as it hit him. "What exactly are you embarrassed about?"

An ice blue eye peeked over the now crinkled manuscript, followed by a loud sigh that resulted in dropping the room temperature by a few degrees.

"It's not like I have a ton of experience with it. The last time I probably kissed someone was over 300 years ago, okay?"

"Probably?"

"Well I can't exactly remember if I ever did or not..."

The grin on Jamie's face widened even more. "So it's possible I'm your first!"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Like I said, I don't remember."

"Why don't you just check your tooth box?"

"I doubt Tooth's going to approve of using it for such a frivolous reason...it's not some TV channel I turn on whenever I feel like it."

By now, Jamie had directed his full attention to the conversation, homework completely forgotten. "Why not? It's your memories after all. Besides, I'm curious, if you did kiss someone, what did they look like? It's not anyone who can be jealous of someone over 300 hundred years old!"

"You are so weird..."

Jamie stuck his tongue out in response. Elbows propped up on the back of his chair, the brunette watched the winter spirit return to reading, tongue sticking out slightly as he struggled over some of the words.

Jack yelped as he felt a sudden weight fall next to him on the bed, nearly launching his light body into the air. He turned to address the grinning face now only inches from his own, dry amusement evident in his voice. "I'm never going to finish this if you keep interrupting."

"If you're self-conscious about something, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect!"

"...are you saying I need practice? So I am bad at it!"

"Wait no, I didn't mean it like that-" Jamie said quickly. "I just wanted-"

His hasty explanation was abruptly cut short as cold lips pressed against his own. Chocolate brown eyes slowly closed as Jamie automatically brought his hands up, threading them through silvery white locks as he drew the other boy closer to him.

By the time they broke apart, Jamie was slightly breathless as he met the pale haired Guardian's defiant stare.

A few seconds of silence passed before Jamie suddenly shot the other boy a mischievous grin. "Well it was better than the first time at least-"

He was immediately cut off by the pillow smacking into his face.