The Right Guy | Jelsa/Helsa

Chapter Ten

It was extremely dark in their tent, since Elsa had turned off the battery powered lamp hanging over their heads. Jack was just staring at the ceiling of their tent, on his back. Elsa lay very still on her side, with her eyes closed, but was undoubtedly awake. Her mind was reeling about the recent revelation she'd made, and she wondered if sharing a bed with the guy she was in love with, who was not her boyfriend, was such a great idea.

Jack on the other hand, was thinking about Elsa's 18th birthday, like he had done many times since it happened. When would they ever actually talk about it? Did it happen? Was it just some crazy dream he'd had after eating too many pop tarts? He couldn't figure it out. Much like he could never find the right time to bring it up without Elsa shutting him down. Screw it, here goes, he thought.

"Elsa?" He whispered. "You awake?"

"Of course I am." She sighed.

"There really is nothing for you to be embarrassed about." He said softly. She turned to look at him in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your 18th." He mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. "I think about it a lot."

"Jack, I've never behaved so badly in my entire life. I think there are a few things I should be mortified by." She laughed nervously.

Jack hesitated, "Like what, exactly?"

"Um, I don't know, dancing on the table?" She smacked her face with her hand. "I die a little bit inside every time I think about it."

"What about... after that?" Jack gazed at her face, which appeared to be consumed by shadows. All he saw was the faint outline of her lips, moving slightly whenever she spoke.

"I don't even remember what happened after that." She shook her head. "Who knows what other crap I pulled."

"You don't remember?" Jack frowned at her.

"Nope. The only thing I remembered next was waking up in a hospital bed." She sighed again. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Night Els." He said quietly, before turning on his side to think his way though everything that had happened that day. And the day after.

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FLASHBACK

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Saturday 12th of December. My 18th birthday. I sit up in my bed to see the snow lightly falling outside. With a yawn, I stretch my arms up, before my phone beeps and makes me jump. I turn on my lock screen to find a text from Jack:

Jack: Happy birthday snowflake! Finally caught up with me ;) Get ready for the best night of your life- we're gonna get drunk!

I let a laugh escape my mouth before the door bursts open.

"Happy birthday sis!" Anna beams at me, her arms held out, ready to embrace me. I laugh awkwardly as she squeezes and rocks me side to side. Finally I shove her off and she fluently (well as fluent as Anna can get) glides out the door. Not long after she returns balancing a bunch presents in her arms. I look at her and then at the door.

"Where are mom and dad?" I ask.

"Oh they've just gone out to get some coffee, we ran out this morning. So! Any plans for today?" She unloads the presents onto my bed and hops on as well.

"Well tonight me and Jack are going to that club with the English bartender. He serves 18 year olds."

"Typical you'd go off galavanting with your best friend instead of hanging out with your dear family." She says, pretending to be insulted. I give her shoulder a light nudge and she giggles. I hold out my arms; I want my presents now.