The Right Guy | Jelsa/Helsa

Chapter Seventeen

"You did what?!" Anna screamed.

"Oh my God will you please lower your voice?! One of us just survived a horrible car accident." Elsa grimaced, holding her fingertips to her temple.

"You did what?!" Anna whispered.

"Oh ha-ha." She rolled her eyes. "I told you, I didn't do anything. He kissed me."

"Well, do you think he likes you?" Anna was starting to wish she'd bought popcorn at the cafeteria. She jumped onto the chair beside Elsa's bed and sat up, ready to have a good gossip.

"He's been my best friend for like 14 years, I'm guessing- yes. He doesn't exactly hate me."

"You're such a pain- if you hadn't just been in an accident I would totally smack you. You know what I meant." Elsa laughed at her sister.

"I don't know. I have no idea why he kissed me. I mean... we're both in relationships with other people." Elsa looked down at her hands, subconsciously remembering when they were held in Jack's; remembering how warm the were on hers, and how soft they felt.

"You didn't talk about it?" Anna asked in a judging tone. Elsa looked up from her hands, an irritated expression on her face.

"No. We didn't- because someone came in and started talking about pudding before we had a chance."

Anna dropped the judgemental expression and replaced it with an embarrassed one. "My bad." Elsa nodded in agreement at this comment.

"Okay look, you gotta go talk to him. The only way you'll find out what he's thinking, is by actually asking what he's thinking."

"Yeah you're right, I'll do it later. You still have that vanilla pudding?"

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"Hey, mom? Dad?" Jack had arrived back in his room and settled into bed, not wanting to go anywhere else for a while. He didn't need more opportunities to make bad decisions.

"Yeah?" His dad looked up from the newspaper he was reading, and his mom looked up from her knitting.

"Do you think you guys could give me and Em a few minutes alone? Just need some brother-sister bonding time." Emma had now looked away from the TV and tuned into the conversation.

"What?" She frowned. She was quite sure she'd never heard Jack say this phrase in her 12 years of living. He widened his eyes at her and she caught his drift. "Oh- oh yeah, bonding time. Sure."

Their parents left the room without hesitation, thinking to themselves what adorable children they had brought up.

"What was that all about, doofus?" She laughed.

"Hey! I have like 138 boo-boos, you can't call me a doofus." He raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes in agreement. "And I need to talk to someone who isn't mom."

"Why?" She frowned.

"Because I kinda did something bad, and she'll hate me. So you can't tell mom what I'm about to tell you."

"I won't. Snitches get stitches." She shrugged and Jack looked slightly taken aback.

"Well that's a scary little rhyme, who taught you that?"

"Dustin." She reached into Jack's backpack and pulled out the red vines, which had also miraculously survived the car accident.

"Oh, yeah that checks out. Dustin's weird." Jack nodded, thinking back to the time he came home from school one time to find Emma and her best friend Dustin trying to bake a mud pie in an easy bake oven.