Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Vanilla

She smelled like vanilla.

A sweet scent that made his body take a sigh of relief when she was close. He imagined it was what home smelled like. When she was near him, her warmed honey scent calmed the raging storm inside him, a magic that no other possessed. The weight on his shoulders lifted, his body felt light and for once he felt hope rise in his heart.

He turned and took a glance at the girl next to him, her long golden hair fell in waves down her back, endless green eyes trained on her notebook. Her cheeks were high, her lips curved into a natural pout. Her eyelashes were endlessly long, her neck a graceful pathway of sun kissed skin.

It wasn’t until she had put down her pink gel pen and looked up at the teacher, he realized he had been staring. He averted his blue eyes quickly, hoping to whatever God was listening that she hadn’t noticed. A blush burned his pale cheeks and he sunk deeper in his chair. With his chin down he noticed his notebook was barren of any actual information but instead filled with small doodles of pointless thoughts. The stark difference between the smooth curve of pink, girly swishes of ink and his sloppy dark blue chicken scratch made him lean forward so she wouldn’t see.

If she did look at him today.

The bell rang and the sound of chairs being pushed back, backpacks being filled, chattering friends echoed in the small classroom. He gave a sigh through his nose before standing, pulling a blue knit beanie from his sweatshirt pocket. With a forearm over his desk, he shoved everything into his open backpack, his eyes rose for a moment to glance at the blonde. She put everything away with a delicate hand, her purple shoulder bag was decorated with small flower pins and charms. He looked down at his own bag and his frown deepened. A deflated black Jansport with more safety pinned holes then zippers.

He turned to leave, disgusted with his own comparisons, when someone called his name. It was a tinkling sound, a voice that he didn’t think could form his name of all names on her tongue. He turned and looked down at the girl of his daydreams, her smile directed at him. His heart skipped and a small smile quirked its way to his thin lips.

"You dropped this." she said and held out his blue pen to him. He felt his face drop but placed a polite smile on. His disappointment didn’t have to be evident.

"Oh. Thanks." he said and took it from her. She wasn’t phased by his ripped jeans or faded grey shirt. She didn’t care about his shoes or his white hair. She steer away from him and his reputation. She looked at him in the eyes and for the first time he felt seen.

"I thought you might need it." she giggled, walking towards the door with him. He made sure to hold it open for her. He turned to leave, his shoulders slumped a it at his own misfortune.

"Wait! Here." she unzipped a small pocket filled with colorful gel pens, a rainbow in her purse, and fished out a midnight blue one. "You can have one of mine, you know, just in case."

His heart beat fast and he felt like a fucking idiot. It was a pen! But for someone reason it was as if he was a knight and she was the princess who had given him her favor. He took it from her hands and gave a rare smile, as slight as it was.

"Okay but I cant promise to actually use it." Lie.

She giggled, “You better, Jack, or Ill be heart broken. That pen was chosen especially in your color.”

"Fine. I’ll use it only when you’re in class." he replied, his head tilted with a playful smirk and hands in his sweatshirt pocket. She gave a sassy smile back and tucked her hair behind her ear,

"Ill hold you to that. Does that mean you’ll actually show up to—"

"Punzie!" a feminine voice called from down the hall. The two teenagers looked over the girls shoulder to see Elsa and Flynn making their way over to them. Jack kept him face schooled as much as possible though he was not happy that they had interrupted his first real conversation with Rapunzel since he had transferred last year.