Nothing to do. Just had to pour out all my pain here.
Well, it is quite weird that I wrote this chapter and it kinda relates to my love life right now. Except that I was the one being replaced. Hahahahaha. Funny..
And please, don't mind the format changes. Just really wanna pour it all out here.
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=Jack Frost=
It just happened... I felt my heart being crushed and falling to pieces. I thought she loved me... Like love.. Real love.. Or maybe I was just fantasizing or maybe just an ordinary and temporary towel every time she needs someone...
I was just in my car, outside the venue of the prom. I could the disco lights just showing through the glass windows... I don't know if I should go through with this...
I grabbed my phone and called Silvy..
Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Jackie boo?"
"Hey, Sis."
"Hi! Where are you? Are you with Elsa?"
"Uhmm, not exactly. I'm here outside the venue."
"Huh? I don't get it... Aren't you suppose to be with Elsa?"
"No..."
"What? W-why? I thought you asked her out."
"Yeah. Apparently, someone else had a head start."
"Oh, Jack... I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. It's not your fault."
"Com'on home... I'll cook you your favorite cream of mushroom soup."
"No. "
"No?"
"Yeah. I wanna see."
"See what, Jack?"
"Elsa. Logan."
"Logan...? Jack, I don't think that it's the time for you to face your cousin right now.."
"No, Silvy. I want to. I want to see there faces when they see the person they betrayed."
"Jack... I don't think-"
"I'll be home later." I dropped the phone call.
I took a deep breathe and calmly went inside the venue.
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=Elsa Arendelle=
It is just great that I have my ultimate crush on prom night with me. We both are just having a good time talking while drinking our fruit punch.
When suddenly, there was a quite gasp in the entrance area.
There was this stunning guy in a way suit with gold laces and white clean gloves. With his beautiful white hair and fairly pale skin, he looked like a prince. A real prince.
"Who's that?" A girl beside me asked another girl.
I looked at her while she is just stunned at the sight of that guy.
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Blue, White, and Ice ~Jack Frost and Elsa~
Romance------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- People say that dreams have messages. I believe that now. -Jack Frost
