Sing It Out

Sing It Out - Chapter Twelve

Jack's P.O.V.

"The tampons aren't anywhere near the chocolate aisle, Jack."

"It would make more sense if they were, don't you think? I mean, that's all you and mum whine about when it's your time of the month." I argued, turning the shopping cart away from the shelves stocked with chocolates of various types and flavours.

"Wow, you're so hilarious. How could I ever be as funny as you?" Emma muttered, rolling her eyes and picking at a chipped nail before charging down to the opposite side of the supermarket. She marched a few paces in front of me while I grudgingly followed her, the wheels of the cart squealing with every step I took. An old couple muttered in disgust as I squeaked past them, my face flushing.

"Em? How much longer until your doodads?"

She took a sharp turn, causing me to crash into a shelf of stacked toilet rolls. They tumbled everywhere. Emma turned her head to see me bundling them in my arms before snorting and pausing to look at a beauty display on the side of her.

"Hey, you shit! Stop running off and come help me!" I called out to my little sister, but just grinned from a few feet away.

"No you're an ass!" She giggled, gazing across the various nail polishes the supermarket displayed. She picked up a light purple polish and murmuring something which sounded a lot like "Rapunzel", putting it back down she turned to me. "Anyway, I'm doing you a favour. You need all that paper for all of the shit that comes out of your mouth!"

My jaw dropped, and a gasp fell from my mouth as I stopped stacking. I stared at her for a minute or so, causing her to visibly gulp. Her face paled and her eyes widened as I stood away from the cart. I quickly sprinted towards her, causing her to squeal and run the other way.

"Miss Overland, watch your language!" I laughed, grabbing her from behind by the waist and twirling her around. She laughed so hard that tears streamed from her eyes while she kicked her legs out into the empty air.

"W-wait J-J-Jack please!" She wheezed, "Mercy! Mercy!"

"No you cheeky fucker! Say sorry!"

"N-N-Never!" Her wide grin had not faltered once.

"Okay then, I guess I will have to dangle you by the ankles right here, right-"

"Frost?"

I spun around towards the voice and dropped Emma down immediately, who's bright eyes widened in shock.

"Oh," I hissed. "It's you."

Emma hit my arm quickly before making a noise similar to a dead rat's.

"J-Jack. That-That's Elsa. The Elsa. Oh my, oh my god." She gulped, staring at the blonde girl while trying to catch her breath.

"Yes, I'm aware, thank you Emma." I grunted, scowling at the light blonde.

Elsa offered a small smile Emma, who returned a lot wider. Within seconds she rushed towards Elsa, who tightly invited her into an embrace while chuckling.

I awkwardly coughed from a few feet away.

"Oh right yes, sorry, but Jack and I aren't the bestest of friends." Elsa sighed to Emma, who stuck glued to her side, watching us both intently.