Amaya glanced down at her ice cream then back at him “Well of course! Ice cream is meant for you to take your time eating, you must enjoy it,” she expressed.
“But then it would melt,” Jack answered, not looking away from the screen. He then glanced at Amaya and raised an eyebrow. “Besides, I like fast.”
“Unreturned emotions happen to be quite a common habit in my life.” Wendy’s expression had turned into a sort of sad smile. She understood what he meant, completely. The only difference seemed to be she was on the receiving end of her predicament and by the tone of Jack’s he was on the other side. Quickly, she returned her attention back to the object in his hand. “That wooden…stick-” she poked it with an extended forefinger, it felt as chilly as ice, “helps you fly?” The girl brought her hand to her chin in a thinking position, her mind whirring. “Do you have to think happy thoughts?”
“Oh?” he said, raising his brows in curiosity. “That’s too bad, then.” Their discussion then returned to his staff and he stretched his arm out so she could get a better view of the wooden object. “It does, yeah,” he answered with a nod. “But no, not necessarily. I do have to believe, though.” He smiled; remembering that before Jamie believed in him, he had to believe in himself. And that took a lot, even for Jack.
Just got back from the family reunion! I’ll work my way around the replies for a while and WHOA THE FOLLOWERS. How did that happen so quickly. :OOOOO I’m afraid I can’t make starters for everyone, but I’ll send out “Happy New Year!” messages to y'all, okay? Okay.
“Oh, hi!” Rapunzel replied, smiling widely and looking the newcomer over once. “I like your staff, did you make it yourself? I like to make things, too.” She offered, wondering why he seemed so hesitant.
“Thanks!” Jack said, glad - and mostly relieved - that the girl could see him. She seemed like a nice person, and he had been lucky enough to be able to run into her. He chuckled. “I guess I did, yeah. I like your hair. It’s very…” he paused, not knowing if he should say long. She probably got that all the time. “Golden,” he decided.
She just looked at him in anticipation, just waiting for his answer. Her big brown eyes shining softly, begging him. A big smile plaster along her lips..
“Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes again. “I am so going to regret this.”
I don’t want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don’t care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree…
He sighed. It was over, thank God. And he’d barely made it; he was so out of tune, his face was red by the end of the song. “Happy?”
Her eyes widen slightly, as well her brows raised as she heard him begin to laugh, which surprised her. She didn’t know what he was laughing about, she was being serious. She just stood there watching him laugh, until he calmed down. “Good one?, what ever do you mean?. I wasn’t joking, I was being serious. I think maybe you can sing, or at least better than I can” she remarked, crossing her arms over her chest.
All of a sudden his laughing turned to a halt. He realized that she didn’t get the sarcasm. Perhaps it was a bit too much. “I don’t sing, Darcy,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know why I even brought up caroling in the first place.”
“I guess we won’t be doing it, we will find something else” she replied. She arched her brow slightly, looking at him. “I’m really not, bet you are though” she said with a small smile.
Jack let out a huge laugh; one that was not only hearty but also sarcastic. He didn’t sing, he really didn’t. He laughed on, and tears began to form over his eyes, which he wiped with the back of his thumb. “Oh God, Darcy,” he said, trying to catch his breath. “That was a good one!”
