Never There ~ A Jelsa Story~

Seven; A familiar face

I let Anna, William and Kristoff out and tried to hold back my tears, but they still came. I suddenly heard a phone ring. Jack was calling me, and I had no idea whether or not I should answer. I decided to, and said with a sniffle, "Jack?"

"Hey, Elsa! What's up?" He sounded so relaxed and happy, which was the complete opposite to me. I was miserable and tense, and didn't know what to say. "Can I come over?"

"What? Why?"

"Cause I want to spend time with you?" 

"Why do you want to spend time with me?" I asked, not wanting him to be here to see me crying again.

"Because people like spending time with people! I'm a person, you are a person - boom!" he chuckled, trying to make me laugh. It didn't work.

"Fine," I sighed. He had won the argument. "Come whenever you want."

"Now?"

"Now? Like, right now?"

"Yes, I was already walking there when I phoned you!" Jack told me, and I rolled my eyes. He knew that I would let him come eventually.

"Of course you were. Alright, see you later?" 

"Bye!" he said, and the phone call ended. I decided that I would have to change into a more suitable outfit, as I didn't particularly want Jack to see me in this slightly see-through top. I went to the bathroom to try and dry my eyes and see how transparent my shirt actually was, when I heard the door knock. I glanced at the mirror and saw that it was, in my opinion, very showing. I put on a very warm jacket - the best thing I could find - and opened the door before he got impatient. 

"Hi, Jack! Sorry about the mess..."

"It's fine. I'm used to it in my own house, really, I am. What's with the fluffy sweater? Christmas already?"

"I... I like it! My friend gave it to me."

"Right... well take it off, it's warm here anyway." He looked at me, and saw my expression. "Or," he said, cheekily, "Do you not want me to see underneath it?"

"Shut up, you know nothing." I glanced around the room, hoping it wasn't too chaotic. I saw a picture of the whole family - me, Anna, my kitten Olaf, and mother and father. My eyes filled with tears as I saw their faces, looking at me as if to say, forget about us now. 

"Elsa?" he asked, frowning at my face as I look away from him. He comes closer and saw my tear-strained cheeks. "What happened?" 

"Nothing, you're being so picky. I had a shower, and my face got wet, alright?"

"No, you're lying, Elsie, you can tell me anything," Jack looked at me, as if he couldn't bear the thought of me not trusting him, "Please?"

I sat down, and sniffed slightly. "Mother, and father..." I said slowly, trying not to let the tears spill. I didn't want him to see me crying, yet again. He got the message, and put his hand on my shoulder. 

"Can I hug you?" he asked, and I looked up. I felt absolutely disgusted. Why would I want to hug him?

"No!" I told him, but his ears must not have improved from that day in the classroom, because he wrapped his arms around me. It felt nice, somehow. Comforting. Not that I would let him know that. 

"When did they pass away? How?" he asked me, still holding on and I took myself away from him.

"They went to some kind of wedding. On a boat. They drowned, today."

"I am so sorry, Elsa, I had no idea."

I shrugged. "Well, I told you not to come! You can go now, I'll see you another day."

"What? Of course I won't be going away! What kind of friend do you take me for? I hate to think you take me for the kind who would walk away when someone has trusted them enough to admit that their parents have died!"

"When you put it like that, it changes it, I suppose. But I would have thought it would look strange for a boy to be with a girl at that time. It would have been better if it was a girl with a girl, or a boy with a boy."

"Who cares?" he took a deep breath. "What if that boy liked the girl a lot more than he made out?"

"I suppose that would be fine, as long as the girl liked the boy too." I didn't like where this was going.

"And in our case?" Jack asked, leaning dangerously close towards me. He put his arms on my shoulders and looked at me in a loving way.

"In our case, everyone is friends and nobody has any feelings for anyone else that goes past their pal status," I said, taking his hands off me. "I hope you aren't trying to do that mushy stuff people do on those drama shows, because I don't want you to." He looked so hurt that I bit my lip and said, "But we can be friends."

"I don't want to be just your friend, Elsa! I want to be your girlfriend, and I thought you felt the same way! Did you not like my flowers?"

"Y-your  flowers? I thought those were from someone in my family!"

"Nope, they were from me," he admitted.

I shook my head. "No, I loved them, Jack, in fact... why don't you see them in their beautiful vase?"

"Really?" Jack looked rather doubtful and I sighed.

"Listen, I don't hate you, I just don't love you," I told him, "I really, really like you though, and I do want to be your friend."

"As long as we can be friends, Elsa," he replied, giving me a slight smile. "I would love to see the flowers. Are they in your bedroom?"

"They are! Come on!" I giggled, and I tugged at his arm like nothing had happened.