Aurora P.O.V.
"No. No no no. Not happening!" I exclaimed, walking a bit faster. "I already organized everything!" Phillip laughed, getting in front of me and walking backwards. "Uh, yeah, without me!" I continued, speeding my walk. "Why don't you give her a chance! You never even talked to her!" He reasoned. I turned around. "Look Phil, I'm sure Meg is a great person, but her being Hercules's girlfriend doesn't change the fact that we are complete opposites!" I exclaimed crossing my arms and looking away. "Okay, you're right, but please, give her a chance. Hercules is my best friend, and he asked for a double date since we started dating. And you know I hate disappointing people, especially close ones. I promise, I'll take you to dinner after." I was still not looking at him. "Does the fact that I, your boyfriend, is the one asking change anything?" He asked, taking my hands and gently rubbing my finger. "I think I could find something to talk about..." I trailed off. He grinned. He gently kissed my cheek and took my hand. "I'm sure about it. Did I ever mention that I have the best girlfriend ever?" He smiled. I blushed. "Sometimes." I giggled. "Well, even if I don't say it, know that I always think about it." He grinned, blushing as well. "How many times do you think about me in a day?" I smiled, looking away. I felt my head being turned around and cupped into two hands. "Just one, because I never stop." He smiled, to then lean in. I closed my eyes, but some time passed, and I didn't feel anything. I opened them again, to see that he was grinning. "Aren't you gonna do anything?" I asked, slightly offended. "I'm sorry, I just can't believe I can hold the whole world in my hands." I blushed real hard, before he started giving me multiple short kisses. "S-stop!" I said between laughs. "Just one more." He whispered. We closed our eyes and he kissed me as I wrapped my arms behind his neck. It was a long, gentle and passionate kiss, just how I like it, before we heard a noise. We both turned our heads, blushing, to see Moana grinning. "You two are soo cute! Aren't they cute Guy?" Moana asked to a guy with a camera. "Uh, I guess...?" He trailed off. "Moana, how many times have I told to check the word 'privacy' in the dictionary?" Phillip asked clearly annoyed. He was now embracing my waist with his hand, with the other hand in his pocket, while I had my hand on his shoulder. "You're right, you're right. Sorry. We'll leave you here, right Guy?" She said, turning on her heel and walking away, checking something on her tablet. "As the routine goes." Guy sighed, giving us a little wave and mouthing 'sorry' before running after Moana. "I wonder when is he going to ask her out!" I giggled. "Takes time. I know by experience." He said before kissing my cheek and holding my hand, as we continued walking.
Guy P.O.V.
Done. I sighed with relief as I finished one of the pages for the newspaper due Sunday on the computer. I slumped on my chair and rested my eyes. I then widened them. Crap. I forgot to add the images. I groaned and face palmed. "Heyy!" Moana greeted, entering our office. Well, not exactly office. The school gave us a room with two computers, a printer, two desks, and some other stuff. Other than our 'office', it was also my and my best friend Moana's hangout place. "Hey M." I mumbled. "What's wrong with you? Didn't add the images again?" She laughed. "Yes actually." I exclaimed, turning my chair to face her. She had her eyebrows narrowed and was clearly annoyed. "Seriously? Again? How many times I've told you, more images, less words! Images are added to get people's attention!" She groaned. "I'm sorry okay? Chillax! What's up with you? Who made the crime of getting on Moana Motonui's nerves?" I asked grabbing a chip. "Noth-" "Moana stop making the usual scene and tell me." I chuckled. "I got a B again." She sighed, passing a hand through her wavy hair. "You almost got me worried for a second." I laughed, dipping another chip into bbq sauce. "Guy! You know my family! They're going to get soo mad!" She exclaimed. "What subject?" I asked, resting my hands behind my head. "English." She sighed, sitting on a chair in front of me. I smirked. "The irony. A journalist failing English." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I didn't exactly fail-" "Yeah, tell that to you father, he'll confirm!" I exclaimed. "Why are you getting mad?" She asked, standing up. She had a short temper. Really short temper. "Because, you already made your dad mad for not signing up for business class, imagine his reaction when he'll discover you're failing English! If you want to follow your dream and become a journalist instead of a businessman who owns a freaking island, you gotta put it in action, show your dad you really care!" I exclaimed, standing up as well. Our chests were touching and I felt myself heating up with anger. Her brown eyes were looking straight into mine, as if she was ready for war. I only cooled down once her eyes started tearing up. She hugged me tightly. That's Moana for you. Selfless, doesn't know pride. At least in front of me. I hugged her waist with one hand and touched her hair with the other, resting my chin on her head. We remained in that position for a long time, even though she stopped crying after a minute or two. It's just nice, you know. Feeling yourself a hero, as if her life depended on me. I'm not being selfish, and I'm not stating anything. I'm just saying that I feel in duty to protect her.
"Guy?"
"Yes?"
"Am I bad daughter?"
"Nah."
"Then why do I feel like one?"
"I guess that happens when you're sad. You blame yourself for something you aren't. But on the bright side, you're a beautiful person."
"You're such a good friend."
I quickly wiped my eye after a tear rolled down my face. Friend.
Jack Frost P.O.V.
"You do know you're theoretically kidnapping us, right?" Wendy lectured. I glanced at Peter quickly, then looked back at the road. "What makes you think of that, Darling? You know I'd never do that!" Peter laughed. "You literally grabbed our wrists in the middle of a talk, took us to your car, and drove off. Doesn't seem like kidnapping at all." Elsa exclaimed. "Ok, maybe we did, but not in a negative way. We're taking you somewhere to talk about something very important." I sighed, gripping the wheel tightly. "... Should we be worried?" Wendy asked, as Elsa layed her hand on my shoulder, calming me down. "I-well- I wouldn't say 'worry' but uh, yeah, it's important." Peter chuckled nervously. "Right... can you at least tell us where we're going?" Elsa asked. "Nope, no can do!" Peter smiled. "It's a surprise." I smiled as well. I looked at the mirror above me, to see Elsa and Wendy looking nervously at each other. Me, my best friend, his girlfriend, and the girl I lo- er like. Hehe. "Wait a second. Did you ask permission to get out of the school?" Wendy suddenly asked. "Yep, nothing to worry about Wen." I chuckled. "Yeah, just checking." She sighed. After twenty minutes, I parked in front of an orphanage. As soon as we got out of the car, Wendy grinned and squealed, jumping up and down. I laughed, then looked beside me. Elsa was looking at me in a weird way. I took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She smiled, looking relieved. We walked through the gates, and I saw Marian, a red headed woman of the age of fifty, more or less, greeting us. "Hi sweet hearts! How are ya doin'?" She asked. She then looked at Wendy and Elsa and smiled. Peter started. "This is my girlfriend-" "Aw, you got over Wendy? I thought that after six or seven years of-" "She IS Wendy, Marian!" Peter exclaimed, blushing hardly. Marian pursed her lips. "Oh. Well uh, hi Wendy! Nice to meet ya! You're very pretty, just as Peter told me!" She grinned. "Thank you, you're just as lovely!" Wendy smiled. Marian looked at Peter, giving him a proud face. "Why thank you dear... you must be Elsa!" Marian grinned, looking over at Elsa, who nodded. "Well boys, you have good tastes. Come on, get in." She smiled. We got in and sat on some logs around a campfire. "Today we're-" "Are you telling that sad story again?" Jamie asked, sitting on my lap. "Yeah. Jamie, these are Elsa and Wendy. Girls, this is Jamie." I smiled, as Elsa and Wendy waved. "They look like angels!" Jamie whispered. "I know." I whispered back. "Anyway, let's start. Peter, do you want to make the honors or...?" "You go, I don't feel like it." Peter sighed. "Ok ugh... Wendy, we met when we were in fourth grade. Before that, me and Peter were living in Burgess. Now, Wendy, did you ever met our parents?" I asked her. Wendy widened her eyes and shook her head as she realized she never did. "Right. Well... me and Peter are... orphans. We are orphans. We grew up in the orphanage together. This one to be precise. One day a couple came to adopt Peter, but I couldn't just let my best friend go. So instead, they adopted us both. Wonder why we have different surnames? Well, Peter's folks' boss appeared to be my uncle. Or better, our uncle. He said that me and Peter are actually cousins. Our dads and uncle Nick were brothers. I was born one month before Peter. But one day, our biological parents died in a car crash. Only us two survived. We still have scars, and guess what, they're in the same places." I said as me and Peter contemporarily shoved our hair away to show a scar on my left temple and one on Peter's left temple. "So yeah, here you go. This is where we've been raised, that's why we-" I couldn't finish because someone hugged me tightly. If you're a romantic person, you'd think it was Elsa. But no, it was actually Peter. I hugged him back as he buried his head into my chest. I nodded my hand to Elsa and Wendy, meaning if they could leave us some space. They took Jamie by the hand and left. "It's alright buddy, it's alright." I whispered. "M-Mrs. Daveers.'" He sobbed. She was his adoptive mom. He still called her Mrs. I don't really know why, but she and her husband (whom he also calls Mr. Daveers) just stick with it. "What's up with Emily?" I asked, starting to get a bit worried. "I-I j-just received a text and- and-" He took a deep breath. "Jack, I guess we're just not meant to have mothers. She's been diagnosed with- with cancer." He breathed out. I froze. "Gimme your phone." I whispered. He slowly passed the phone as I snatched it out of his hands. I read the text. I read it a second time. I read, and I read, and I read it all over again multiple times. T'was true. After we reunited with uncle Nick, he adopted me while Peter stayed with the Daveers. We still did everything together though. They were like parents to me. Emily is the sweetest person I ever met, and Hank, her husband, is simply a role model. I can't believe it. "Peter I-" "She's going to be fine Jack, okay?" He asked me, moving my hair out of my forehead. Now it was my turn to cry. I hold on to the collar of his shirt as I let my tears flow down, while he was holding me. I'm so lucky to have a friend, more like cousin, more like brother- like him.
Once we were sure tears weren't flooding down our cheeks anymore, we took the girls back to campus. We didn't tell them anything though.
