Chapter fifteen

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Elsa POV

Surprisingly I felt a lot better.

It still hurt so say those things to him, but it helped me feel better.

I slid down the door and took a deep breath.

Anna had gone to the store to buy a tub of ice cream.

It seems to help her, so why not try it?

I waited for a while.

Ok this is boring.

I wonder if Jack is still there, waiting outside the door in the same position that I am.

Jack POV

I needed to leave but I couldn't.

I needed to explain myself but couldn't get the courage to do so.

I needed Elsa. But maybe she didn't need me.

But I had to try.

I slid down the door and placed me head in my hands.

She was wrong and I had to set her straight.

So I got up and knocked on the door again.

The door opened a crack and I saw one on Elsa's big blue eyes.

"What do you want,"she said.

"I came to explain myself."

She opened the door a bit wider so I could see most of the left side of her body.

She crossed her arms.

"I'm listening."

Elsa POV

What? He came to explain himself?

I don't understand.

But I really was curious about why he punched me.

"I'm listening," I said shortly, still angry.

"Ok, Elsa what I did was I complete mistake. I knew that Tiana also had her hair in a braid and from a distance it looked like yours. I was extremely frustrated with Tiana and meant those words and the punch for her. I honestly didn't mean to say those words and to...punch you. I am really truly sorry. I'd like for you to be my friend again."

Oh my gosh. Tiana tricked him so that we would grow apart. Tiana flipping tricked us!

I started to feel really really bad for yelling at him, because deep down I still really liked him.

I felt really bad.

But what if he was lying?

But why would he lie?

I am so confused right now.

"I'm sorry Jack, I really need to think about this," I said and shut the door.

Jack POV

It went ok I guess.

I didn't have Elsa back.

But there was some hope.

Maybe she could see the truth.

Maybe not.

But now at least there is hope.

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