Nerves

Creeper Eyes

If you are Elsa Arendelle you have a younger sister named Anna who is very rambunctious. You'll love her to death, but can't help but remind her every other second that all that energy is bound to get her hurt someday somehow. Of course she'll heed your cautions when you're presence, but every second you aren't is when she is at the greatest risk. And, with whatever chaos goes around in her mind, she will forget to tell you very important things. So you end up getting a very alarming text that says 'Oh yeah btw im at a hospital. gotta turn my phone off tho. going into surgery or something, bye'.

You'll spend over an hour hospital-searching across town, wondering if anyone at the front desk will every answer yes when you ask them if the name 'Arendelle' is in their system. When you finally do get to the right place you'll feel like melting into a puddle of relief, but you can't because part of you is still extremely anxious. So you'll sit down and try to find something to do in the meantime.

You'll also notice that the guy sitting next to you who looks very hung-over has been staring at you for a long time.

So you'll cross your legs and rotate your body in the other direction.

This only makes it worse because now there are these two creepy eyes that are glaring their way into your peripheral vision.

Waiting in the Emergency Room sat an increasingly uncomfortable Elsa Arendelle. She tried to stop the awkwardness by staring back at him, but his gaze never wavered. He just sat there engrossed by her face. She cleared her throat hoping to prompt a reaction, but he said nothing. It was bad enough that there were no other open seats and that she had to actually sit next to someone who reeked, but now this?

Way too far out of her comfort zone.

"I'm sorry, but can I help you in some way?" Her demanding tone did nothing to snap him out of his trance. One of her eyebrows raised, and for some reason that made her more attractive.

He sat there in silence, only sitting and staring.

"Are you... okay?" she asked in a softer but equally as curious voice. He didn't realize he hadn't answered her first question until he attempted to fish words out of his suddenly empty brain.

"Uhh..." Those beautiful eyes... he thought "Yes. Well, no. I mean- I-Do I smell bad? Like beer or something?"

Her brow furrowed. "Um, well-"

"Because if I do it's not me. Well it is me, just- I wasn't the one drinking. It was my friend."

She sat there and nodded her head and looking slightly confused.

"His name is Flynn. Well not really. His name is Eugene but we call him Flynn. I don't know why, you'd have to ask his girlfriend."

She stared at him like he was crazy.

"I'm not drunk by the way. I know I might sound like it, but I'm not. I promise." He really needed to shut up.

After processing the random words he had spit out , Jack pulled his blue hood over his face to hide his embarrassment. "I'm sorry about the rambling. And the staring. I'm sorry about both of those. I'm really tired and dumb right now, and..." he pulled his hood back up and saw she was looking in the other direction not caring about what he had said. When he'd stopped she turned her head back over to him.

"Hm? I'm sorry what was that? I didn't know you were still talking to me."

"I was, but it's nothing important. I was just saying-Oh wow!" his eyes widened. "Your-Your nose," He grabbed the tissue box from the table across from him and handed it to her "Your nose is bleeding!"