Oh boy, Okay! Heres the chapter, sorry It's kinda bad. I promise better ones will be on their way.

Sorry about all the fighting and drama too, I pinky promise that it's just setting up Hiccups personality. Things will get better from here, sorta :/ It will get better I swear.

Alright, on a bit of a brighter note, Thanks for reading and leave me a comment if you want, tell me how I'm doing. I'm writing for all you guys so I'm hoping that you're enjoying.

Stay magical! (◕‿◕✿)

~Mona

"Please no, no. Oh please just no" I mumbled under my breath as the two of us waked down the front hall which led to the rest of my house. Jack looked at me in confusion but I just put a fingers to my lips and continued to mumble and creep along. He followed. If my dad was home I was just hoping he was in the kitchen, that way I could get to the stairs without him having to see me, which is probably the best for both of us.

But just my luck that he wasn't in the kitchen. He was sitting in the dinning room. At the table with Mrs. Hofferson. Astrid's mom.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath before putting on a phoney smile. I guess my chanting meant nothing. Great.

"Oh, h-hey dad. Oh and- and Mrs. Hofferson" I said quietly. Maybe if I was incomprehensible enough they would just ignore me. But the thing is, here, people don't like to ignore me. They like to get all up into my business. That's how you know they're talking about you. When they are always asking you questions about you're life and how you're doing.

"Hello, dear" Mrs. Hofferson greeted. She wasn't that bad. Nice enough I guess. "How are you feeling. Astrid tells me you're stressed. Are you stressed dear?" She questioned. I internally groaned. Please no. Not in front of Jack. Astrid wouldn't have even told her that anyways. I know she just over hear one of our phone calls.

"No no, really I'm fine. So if you don't don't mind I'm just going to-" I started but she interrupted. She had a tendency to do that.

"You know dear, you can't just walk away when someone is talking to you. You've been a hermit for too long. You need to get out. Make friends!" she spoke like she was my mother. I hated when she did that. Because my mother would never say something like that. She would have smiled and asked if I wanted to go up and play video games and gossip about the whole town and just hide from the world. That's what my mom would've done.

"Actually!" I blurted out a little louder. "Actually I have a friend with me right now" I said, pulling Jack over from where he was leaning up again the door way, out of view. He gave a little wave and one of those people loving smiles.

"Oh hello Jackson." You could hear the distaste in her was probably the white hair and horrible posture "How are you" she greeted suspiciously.

"I'm fine thanks, and yourself? I love your earrings by the way, my mother has a pair just like those." She replied with a charming grin. How dare he be so charming and make me look like more of a social awkward weirdo than I already was.

"Why thank you" she replied, a little taken aback. You wouldn't really expect someone who looked like him to be so polite.

"Stoick, I think you've found what hiccups been needing" she said to my dad who nodded and looked over at me. "Okay, you boys can uh, go now". God, I hated when they did that. When they talked about me like I wasn't there when I was right in front of them. I tightened my fists to stop myself from arguing back. That would have just made things worse. Just give them a reason to send me to the mental hospital.

I gave a tight smile and yanked jack up the stairs, not turning around until I was in my room and sitting on my bed, rubbing my face in my hands.

They treated my like a child. Like a stupid little oblivious child who couldn't handle himself or his own emotions. Especially my dad. Actually no, he was worse. He didn't treat me like a child. He didn't even treat me like a somebody. He treated me like he didn't even know me at all. Though I guess we don't really know each other at all. Even before the accident. It was always my mom and I and then my dad. Mom used to always say that he loved me and he just didn't know what to do with me and I even started to believe her, but now I'm older and I understand everything. I'm his disappointment. I was a scrawny, sad disappointment. I might have gotten a bit bigger but his feelings haven't changed. He's just putting up with me. I'm like a mouse in the house that you just don't bother getting rid of. We live together but we don't actually live together.

"So" jack started slowly, moving forward. "Is that the mental thing you were talking about, with your family and how they treat you?"

"Ya... Sorry. I normally just try to avoid all that" I explained.

"Mmhmm" he hummed, sitting next to me "so I'm guessing this has something to do with your story?" What's with this guy and peoples stories. Can't he just mind his own business?

"Ya I guess it does but you're the only one who doesn't know about it so I'd prefer if it would stay like that, thank you very much"

Jack shrugged and leaned back "I'll get it out of you eventually.

"No you won't" but I know he would.

"Anyways" he said, changing the subject "you like dragons eh?"

I looked around my room and yes it was true. I really did like dragons. I had dragon posters and pillows and even dragon bedding. My mom would bring me back everything when she would go to visit her family out of town.

Even though she's gone, the obsession isn't, now I just buy everything online.

"Ya, you could say that"

"You really like dragons" he laughed, pulling up a dragon plushy from my mass of pillows.

"Ya, shut up! I like dragons okay..." I yelled, grabbing the plushy and pulling up to my chest. Little did he know that I had many others stashed through out my room.

Jack Pulled off his own hoodie and replaced it with one of mine after several minutes of searching and a stupid argument about why he couldn't wear my favourite dragon shirt, he finally picked a dark green one. Jack was right, my swather did fit him big. The sleeves passed his fingertips and everything just kinda hung loose and made him look a lot smaller than he actually was.

"Welp" he shrugged, pushing the long sleeves other his elbows "I guess this would have to do"

"I guess so..." I replied. This was weird. Nothing to say. Have we already run out of words.

"So, you wanna tell me your story yet?" I glared at him and some how rolled my eyes all at the same town. "please just stop with all this story business, I don't want to talk about it so just get over it!"

"Okay fine. If you won't tell me then I want to guess"

"guess?" I scoffed. Theres no way anyone would guess my "story". I still can't even believe it sometimes. Somedays everything just feels like one big hallucination. Like a dream. Those are some of the better days of my life.

"what is it with you and peoples stories anyways?" I asked turning to him with a raised eye brow.

"I dunno. I've always liked to learn peoples back stories. I just like to know what people are all about, ya know. I want to know peoples lives before they became the people who they are today." He explained, moving back and pulling his legs up so he was sitting cross legged on my bed. "so lemme give it a try"

I didn't really answer, just laid down and let him talk.

"okay so... You Mr. Hiccup seem to have gone through some shit" he said. This felt oddly like I was at the psychologist again. God I hated the psychologist. Always searching and prodding for things that they didn't need to know. The memory sent a shutter though my body but I shut my eyes tighter and let Jack have his fun.

"Clearly something happened when you were younger. But not too young because it still seems to have an impact on you, unless you're one of those guys who just hangs onto things, but I don't think you are. So how old, like fourteen?" I was fourteen. It was five god damn years ago and I still couldn't forget.

"Younger you did something stupid, right? Just for fun? For attention. From the looks of you as a kid, I'm guessing it was to prove yourself" he spoke as if he was a detective and I was his mystery. But I don't want to be his mystery I don't want him to figure me out.

"so what did you do? Start a fire" he continued. "Crash a car?"

"No!" I burst out, sitting up straight. "no, I didn't crash a car"

"what was it then?" He question.

"It was a- no it wasn't. You know what, never mind! Will you please just say out of my head!" By this time I was standing. Backing away. "Why do you even care about me, I don't even matter. You don't even know me"

"Hiccup" He said calmly, getting up to follow me. "Hiccup, you are one of the most messed up people I have ever met. You're like a ticking time bomb. Anything and everything will set you off. No wonder everyone treats you so delicately, you freak out about everything!" His voice was rising as he spoke, "You're crazy and you seem to push everyone away! When's the last time you even tried to talk to your dad or anyone but Astrid. Get over your self. Can't you see I just want to help. Can't you see everyone just wants to help. God, maybe you do belong in the hospital, for bipolar or something!" He was yelling now. His words weren't even sinking in anymore. Not even making sense to me. But even though my brain wasn't making any sense of any of this, it didn't stop my brain from letting me go into a fury. That happens a lot.

"GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!" My hand whipped the door open, "You got what you wanted, now leave. I don't want my shirt back and I don't want to ever see you again!" my breath became irregular and it took everything I had not to let my fist lash out. A lump rose in my throat but I wouldn't let it out. I wouldn't cry. Not in front of Jack. Not in front of anyone. I wasn't weak, or crazy or messed up and I wouldn't cry. "I don't need you, so just leave"

Jacks face was red with what I was guessing was anger though his eyes looked more sad than anything else. He didn't fight back. He obliged and left.

I listened to his feet as they thudded down the stairs then I waited for the door to slam shut before I fell face first on my bed and let everything out. The anger, the confusion, the sadness and dispare and the guilt. Everything just came out. And it was all because of Jack. Jack did this to me. He messed me up. He messed everything up. I've only known him for like two days and in that time he managed to bring everything out of me. After all the years of keeping it in and hiding it and trying to create a mask, he had to just waltz on into my life and ruin me.

I'm sure I don't really need Jack. I don't need Jack's help to leave this stupid town. I can do this all by my self. Jack can leave right now and I wouldn't care. I would welcome it actually.

A knocking at my door woke me up. I guess all that being sad knocked me out. "Hiccup?" It was my dad. "uh Hiccup, can we talk?" Talk? He wants to talk? We haven't actually spoken in almost a year and he chooses today out of all days to talk to me? why does the universe choose to put me in such horrible situations?

"uh ya. Ya sure dad." I answered.

"Okay well, I just wanted to see if you were-"

"uh dad" I interrupted, "do you maybe wanna come in?" I asked him. He gave a grunt and slowly pushed the door open. "okay, well son, I-I was just wondering if you were, if you were okay" he awkwardly moved in and sat on the far end of my bed. "I heard some yelling and your friend seemed to leave in a bit of a hurry"

"uh- ya dad, I'm fine. It was nothing. Don't- don't worry"

"that's not the only thing I wanted to talk to you about" Oh great. A few minutes of awkward no eye contact conversation is good enough for me thank you very much. But yet he continued

"I saw a letter that you sent out earlier this year. At first I was waiting f-for you to tell me about it, b-but I guess that never came around" He was trying to make eye contact with me. I could feel it. But I kept my eyes down anyways. Locked on my interlocked fingers in my lap.

"It was an application university.." What!? My head shot up and for the first time in forever I actually looked at him. I looked right at him and I could already see what he was going to tell me.

"Son, I don't think it would be a good idea if you were to leave. Y-you're not steady enough"

"not steady enough!?" I couldn't help but yell "How would you know whether I was steady or not. You haven't even been up here for over a year! Do you even remember the last time we had a proper conversation?"

"Hiccup! You just sent the first friend you've made since you were 11 running out the door after only two days"

"Dad! You don't even know what happened. You don't even know anything about me. No one does!" God why can't everyone just leave me alone. It's my life. I can handle myself.

"No Hiccup, I do! You did what you always did. You put up the wall, you shut him out slowly over the past couple days just like you did with everyone else in the town. He was trying to be your friend. Trying to figure you out and you just went on lock down. How do you expect to get anywhere when that's all you do. Shut down and lock up"

"I'll be fine because I'll be away from all of this stupid shit and all these stupid people" I knew I was messing everything up. It was all coming crashing down.

"Hiccup, you can't leave. I'm forbidding you from leaving the boundaries of this town. You aren't ready. You never will be" I knew it was coming.

"Ughhhhh!"I groaned in frustration, falling back and pulling a pillow over my face. "you can't tell me what you do! You can't just try and walk into my life and tell me what to do!" I rolled over so I was facing the wall. "just leave, You've ruined enough of my life for one day"

The worst part of all this, the worst part about my dad and him finding my letter and about the university is that he never even asked. He didn't ask about what I was taking or where I wanted to go. Never anything. The first thing he thinks about is that somehow I'm going to be a danger to others.

I let a small tear fall from my eye.

He thinks I'm mental. My dad thinks I'm unstable. This town thinks I'm crazy and now jack thinks I'm messed up.

All I have now, is Astrid. But then again, all I've ever had was Astrid.