I FORGOT TO UPLOAD THIS! Man, I wrote that ages ago! GOSH I'm so stupid!

SONG 05: Mr. Brightside (The Killers)

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance + Hurt/Comfort(-ish)

« It's not that I don't like you… »

Jack gulped, that was never a good start for a sentence. Standing outside of Hiccup's house, the unforgiving winter cold bitting at his redden cheeks, he tried to fight the sudden urge to throw up as he awaited for what would come next.

« It's just that… » the short brunet in front of him continued, rubbing his arm as he spoke « I think it'd be better for the both of us if this stayed between us… You understand, right? »

It had started out with a kiss.

Just one kiss, that was all it took to completely overthrow Jack's life. One kiss that had put and end to the three painful years of unrequited feelings towards his best friend. One kiss to feel relief and satisfaction wash over him, until the white-haired teen could only feel himself drowning in love. One kiss that magically appeared as a promise. A promise that Hiccup was finally his.

But it was only a kiss. And as soon as it came, that fleeting moment of happiness was over.

Yes, the brunet had explained, those feelings were mutual. Hiccup loved him as much as Jack did. But things were too complicated. Their fellow high school classmates wouldn't be so understanding, and then there was Hiccup's dad. No, it was easier it keep it hidden, locked away; for the teens to love each other in secret. No one could know.

And so, Jack had agreed on not showing his true feelings in public. And, for a while, everything had been alright. Although Jack couldn't hold Hiccup in front of others, they often met in secret; in isolated rooms, in an unexplored part of the nearby park, the night when the entire city was asleep.

Their love was full of longing stares, stolen kisses, and untouching brushes.

Every day, Hiccup would press his lips firmly against Jack's, in the intimacy of an empty classroom where they were sure no one would find them. Every day, Jack would feel eager to kiss back, to wrap his arms around that slender waist and to hold the boy tightly against him, to never let go. But, every day, the brunet would step away before giving the other a chance to act. He'd smile, whisper the same excuse as always, peck Jack lightly on the cheek and slip out of the room without so much as a glance.

And, every day, Jack had to act like none of that mattered. Like the sight of the boy he loved, smiling, laughing and flirting with a girl down the hall, wasn't slowly killing him.

The teen wanted nothing more than to believe his words whenever the brunet whispered that he was his, and his only. He knew Hiccup loved him. He trusted him.

But she there she was, touching his chest, now. He takes off her dress, now. No, that was all in his head.

Hiccup's eyes caught Jack's, and he smiled that same crooked smile white-haired boy knew and adored. And then is was over. The brunet's attention was no longer Jack's. His chest felt heavy as he turned around and walked down the hall, throat clutched, suffocating.

After all, it was only a kiss.

AN: Ugh this was bad. Sorry.

Anyway, I really really love this song, so I came up with a random little story to write, even though it kills me to have Hiccup acting like such an ass, he was completely OOC.

I have a few other stories almost done, so I should be able to upload them soon, to make up for this crap!