Fans & Boyfriend (Hiccelsa) | Book 2 of "She's Fabulous, Unlike You" |

Chapter 1: Do You?

"You won't need a bomb to open the door now."

"Really? I'll be heading then!"

Elsa •

I walked down on the sidewalk beside of the lonely tarmac road. No cars passes whatsoever, and the sun is almost gone at the far west.

Hiccup recently had replied my text, and he said that he was home. I said to him that I wanted to talk, and seeing from the way he texted me, he didn't 'sound' that sad.

The month has been pretty rough for me, and it still is. Valentine was the roughest, since it was the day where Mr. Stoick Haddock passed away. School was the only place we met up, and after that, nowhere else except at the parking area.

Sometimes, he skipped school for an unclear reason. My best theory is that the loss of his father haunted him when he skipped school. Maybe there's other particular reason, but I don't know what else it'd be except that.

But now, fitted with a short and a simple blue sweater, I'm on my way to his house. Maybe I can find out what I've been missing throughout the month.

His house came into view, I entered his front yard and stopped at his door.
Looking at the garage, his garage is closed, so that means he hasn't gone out with his bike.

I knocked on the wooden door with an owl sculptured on the front. It looks so well made.

.... 10 seconds passed, and I started hearing footsteps. The door was opened, revealing Hiccup.
I did a quick scan on his entire body, literally. Starting from the top, he has a normal expression, meaning that he's not remembering his father. He has a white T-shirt on him, and his football short at the bottom. Typical boys at their house.

"Hey." He greeted, backing off a bit to lead me inside.

"Hi." I replied.

Hiccup gestured me to sit on the sofa, so I did. There's a jar of cookies waiting to be eaten on the table in front of me, but I held myself off.

Once he sat in front of me, I cleared my throat.

"So... How are you doing?" I asked.

"Good." He suddenly put a large smile on his lips, earning a confused look from me. Clearly it was a fake one.

"You seem... Delighted."

"Yeah. How about you?"

"I'm... fine. Hiccup, maybe we've had a silent relationship throughout the month, but I can tell that cheeky smile is a fake one." I pointed a finger to him.

"That's what I'm trying to do! Fixing this whole thing up! By smiling!" He keeps on smiling, now even wider. He looks like joker with his psycho smile.

"Hiccup! You're not being serious! Quit it!" I slammed on the table, and the cookie jar spilled of its cookies.

"Oops.. Sorry..." I cleaned up the mess by gathering the cookies back into the jar.

Once I looked up to him, his expression turned 180 degrees. "Hahh... Sorry, too. I kinda searched in the internet on how to fix a.. relationship." He showed his phone, and a Google's results on "How to fix a relationship". I raised an eyebrow. He actually searched on the internet?

"It says here that I have to smile, like, a lot! To the girlfriend whenever she's around." He added, then sighed.

"You were.. so desperate that you asked Google?"