So… it's been a while huh? *laughs nervously* please don't kill me.

Hope everyone enjoy this!

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The 'J' actually stands for 'Jamie and Jack are morons'

As soon as Jamie is out of the door, he is tackled to the ground by a sudden weight. "Jamie!" Jack cries from where he's sprawled on top of him, eyes sparkling and smile wide -And shit, Jamie can almost understand why Tooth is so obsessed with his teeth. "I missed you so much!"

Jamie laughs, not making a move to get up, and no, it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that he likes the feel of Jack lying on top of him. "I missed you too Jack." He tells him, smiling as the other's whole face lights up.

"Up for a snow ball fight?" The guardian asks as he leans down till their faces are mere inches apart and Jamie can do nothing but gulp and try his hardest not to stare at Jack's lips. It's almost funny, he thinks, how now that he knows of his crush on the other boy, he doesn't seem to be able to stop noticing little things about him, like just how damn kissable his nearly blue lips look.

"Hello? Earth to Jamie?" Jack frowns, leaning down even further, and this is definitely either a cruel prank set by his sister or a test from god because goddamn it it's hard to resist the temptation of just closing the distance between them and locking their lips in a kiss, "I asked you if you wanted to have a snow ball fight."

Jamie shakes his head, trying to snap out of his rather inappropriate thoughts. A snow ball fight, huh? He's not sure what to say to that. In a normal day, he'd agree without thinking. But not today, not the day he's asking out Jack Frost.

He declines.

Sophie would call him an idiot for that, that's just how she is. All about cheesy moves and romantic dates. Jamie has no doubt that if she could, she'd force him to accept the challenge. Ranting about playing in the snow till their hands are numb with cold and then laying in each other's arms next to the fireplace and sharing their body heat. It doesn't matter to her that Jack doesn't get cold, nor does the fact that he's got no body heat to share.

No, Soph just wants a sappy story to embarrass him with later, so it's no wonder that she gestures for him to roll till their positions are reversed and then go for a kiss from her hiding place behind the window.

He doesn't do that either, because bold moves might work for Soph, but they sure as hell don't for him. So instead of pinning Jack to the ground and attacking his bruised lips, he takes a deep breath and goes for the safe approach of 'talking' like the scaredy cat that he is.

"No- I mean- yes, of course, but there's something I have to tell you first."

Jack seems a little disappointed, but nods all the same. He gets off Jamie, jumping to his feet and holding out a hand to him. Jamie barley manages to stiffen his groan of disappointment but accepts the hand anyway. They stand in silence for a while, Jack hovering a few inches in the air so he's Jamie's height.

"Ah, well, I just- I just wanted to- I wanted to tell you I- Um, How do I say this- I- Well, you see, I kinda- I kinda like you." Jamie stutters like an idiot.

"Oh," Jack says, seemingly lost. "Well, I like you too Jamie. We're friends, right?"

"No, not like that. I lo- like you more than a friend."

"more than a-?" Jack's eyes lights up, and he flies a little closer to him, grin wide and happy. "You really think of me as your best friend?"

"What, no." Jamie groans, "I didn't mean it like that."

Jack's face falls.

"Oh," He whispers, "of course. That would be silly."

Jamie notices his mistake a moment too late. "Oh, God Jack no, of course you are my best friend! I just meant- well- Um, I guess what I'm trying to say is… I- I really like you? - No, wait, I said that once before- the point is- you're like, my favorite person in the whole world. Like, I like you even more than a best friend -and no Jack I don't mean a Super best friend or something- which you still are by the way- but you know, like, in a more- Um-" Jamie looks down, hiding his face in his hands. He knows he's ranting, and he can wish for nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole, but that kind of things don't happen in real life, so he just has to suck it up and get a grip, "I mean- I wanna… No forget about me- do you wanna go out with me?"

"Go… out with you?" Jack asks, a small confused frown on his face, before he shrugs and once again smiles brightly at him.

"Sure!" he says, and for a moment Jamie's the happiest man in the universe, but then jack opens his mouth again and it all comes crashing down, "Geez Jamie, if you wanted to go somewhere you should've just told me. No need to make it such a big deal! Now, where are we going? Are your friends coming too?"

Jamie isn't sure if he should laugh or cry, so he settles on shaking his head and smiling fondly. It's amazing, he thinks, that even after 300 years, the sprite has managed to keep a certain level of naivety when it comes to matters like this; although he supposes that being invisible and dead also played a part in that: It's not like you can get much action when people walk right through you.

Jack is still waiting for an answer, the small frown now back on his face as he tries to figure out why his first believer is acting so strange today, but Jamie isn't sure what to say. He steals a glance over his shoulder, looking to where Soph is spying on them to maybe get some advice, but his little sister isn't looking at them anymore. Instead, she has her head in her hands, shoulders shaking as she either laughs at them or sobs at their idiocy.

Jamie rolls his eyes, looking away. Well, so much for help from his loving sister.

"Jamie…?" Jack asks, and suddenly, he's much closer than he was a moment ago and ice cold lips are touching Jamie's forehead. He blinks once, then twice, and once more for good measures. Is jack frost… kissing his forehead?

…

Oh god he is.

Jamie can feel his face heating up.

Jack jumps back, looking at him with wide eyes. "I knew you were acing weird! You have a fever!" he says, letting go of the wand and landing on the ground. He goes to grab Jamie's hand as he walks to the direction of the house, only to change his mind at the last second and grab his sleeve instead. 'And you're standing here in pajamas! Wet Pajamas, might I add! Jamie what the hell were you thinkin- oh." He suddenly stops, nearly making Jamie run into him, "Did I- was it my doing?" he asks quietly, turning to give him a guilty look, "Is that why you didn't leave the bed when I iced your window? Because you were sick? You wanted to rest and I just kept doing it again and again and again…"

"Nonononono," Jamie says hurriedly, rushing forward to grab the other's shoulder and comfort him, "First of all, I'm always glad to see you so it's good you kept throwing snow balls at my window till I got up; secondly, if it's anyone's fault, it's Soph's. She's the one who poured water on me and then shoved me out of the door before I could change."

Jack still doesn't seem convinced. "I'm still sorry Jamie. I shouldn't have woken you up when you needed your rest. I think it's better if I get going now. All the cold is only making your cold worse."

"But I'm not sick!" Jamie tries again, wondering how their simple plan to ask Jack out got so complicated.

"You are!" the sprite insists, "You're acting all weird, your face is really red and you have a fever!"

"I said I'm not sic-" and right in that moment, just because the universe hates him, a snowflake lands on his nose and makes him sneeze.

Jack gives him a 'see what I mean' look. "Jamie I think it's really better if i-"

"No."

Jack sighs, "Jamie-"

"I'm not sick!" Jamie insists for the last time, "but even if I was, I still wouldn't want you to leave. It's been a while since we last saw each other. Jack, I missed you." He says, giving the other a desperate look. It's the truth, Jack had been busy these last three weeks, and the week before that Jamie had been neck deep into homework and projects due by the end of the week, so it'd been about a month since they'd last had time to truly hang out.

Jack opens his mouth to protest, but he's always been against the younger's puppy-dog eyes, so after a long minute of fighting himself, he finally sighs and lands back on the ground. "Fine." He says, "But first we get you in your bed and under at least three layers of blankets, and then I sit on the other side of the room."

Jamie shrugs, he supposed it's good enough. "Will you tell me a story?"

The grin that lights up jack's face can only be described as beautiful, "The best one you've ever heard

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Soo… hope everyone liked it?

Please please please review. I'm not having the best time these days and could use some cheering up. (also I'll decide to write more or not by the reviews I get so idk, maybe say if u would like more? No promises but I'll try to update when I can)