Stay With Me Tonight || Jelsa Fanfiction

The Day of Revenge

"Will your parents be there when we get home?" Elsa asked nervously. Her and Jack were in his car on their way home from school. Jack's home, that is.

"No, my mom gets back at around 6:30, my dad about half an hour later. But Emma will be home about 10 minutes after we get there." Jack said.

"Do you not pick her up from school?" Elsa looked over at Jack.

"Nah, she rides the school bus with Jamie." He shrugged.

"Jamie?"

"Her best friend... I always tease her about how they'll fall in love one day but she refuses to believe it." They both laughed.

Elsa looked out her window at the fancy neighborhood. "I have to admit, I'm kinda excited to see the inside of a house on Burgess Way."

"Really?" He smirked.

"Well- yeah. You've seen my house, it's nothing special like these houses." Elsa gestured out the window.

"You're cute, you know that?" He chuckled.

"Of course I do." She put on an angelic smile.

A couple minutes later, Jack pulled up to his driveway. Elsa gazed at his house in awe.

It was huge, and classy. Covered in shiny glass windows, and smooth wood panels.

Jack opened Elsa's door for her. "You okay?" He frowned at her as she sat in silence gaping at his house.

He laughed and took her hand, pulling her out of the car.

"Jack your house is... beautiful."

"Well then, you'll fit right in." He kissed her hand and she rolled her eyes, retracting it from his grasp.

Jack unlocked the door and walked inside, tossing his keys in a bowl.

Elsa looked around, still amazed at how elegant the place was. There was a spiraling staircase which was visible as soon as you walked in. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, not tacky, or too big.

Jack sauntered into his living room, which was the room next to where Elsa was stood.

"This is the living room." Jack spread his arms out and spun around on the spot.

Elsa laughed and ran over to him, "Stop, you're making me dizzy just watching you."

"Alright." He put on his most mischievous grin. "As you can see, very classy; fireplace, flat-screen, oak coffee table, leather sofas- you get the picture."

Jack took Elsa's hand and ran to the dining area behind the living room.

"We hardly ever eat together, it's usually just me and Em. Mom and Dad eat later."

Elsa noticed a shiny, black grand piano in the corner on a higher piece of floor, working as a mini stage.

"Who plays?" She pointed to it.

"Oh, my mom plays. She's teaching Emma in her free time." He smiled. "Do you play?"

"A little. My Aunt Ingrid has one and she taught me how to play when I was younger." Elsa walked over to the piano. "I only remember this one song."