Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Trust

"Do you trust me?"

Rapunzel looked up at the icy blue eyes that held her captive, the same ones that invaded her dreams and made her heart be fast. Despite the snake bite piercings and black gages, despite his messy half shaved head with messy dyed white hair in the front and short black along the back; his eyes showed the soul she knew. His soul couldn’t lie to her, couldn’t trick her or use for a sick form of entertainment.

She nodded, “Yes.”

Her whimpered reply spurned his hate for the people just down stairs. There were reasons why he was the way he was. Reason why he enjoyed his less than amiable popularity status. He never had much, always on the run for something. Popularity was something he never ran towards, never needed it. Assholes and bitches who needed validation through they’re fucked up idea of entitlement. He never wanted for anything. At least, not till he met her,

He took off his blue hoodie, holding it out her. Her own shirt had been ripped and open, he wouldn’t let her walk out of here looking like that. Never her. She took it from his hands and pulled it over her head, pulling her long blonde hair out. She looked beautiful even with her red nose and tear streaked cheeks. Her hands shook as he took them, pulling her out of the closet she currently sat in. The hoodie was big on her, her fingers poking out from under the sleeves. Her white skirt flared out from under the hem and her pink flats were unexplainably cute.

He held her hand and lead her to the bedroom door. Her shoulders were slumped and she gripped his hand like he was her life line.

He never would’ve known she was there if Pitch didnt convince him to crash the party, if that asshole Dagur wasn’t talking about the ‘cheerleader who wouldn’t put out’. If he wasnt already head over heels for blonde, already trying to find her just to see her, already worried she’d see him, he would’ve never have found her hiding in a closet in an upstairs bedroom.

They walked through bodies of drunken teenagers, her hands clasping his. He needed to get her out, no one needed to see her like this. No one needed to know. Just before they reached the door, his eyes caught the drunken football player leaning over another pretty girl. He paused, glaring at him, imagining slamming his face into the ground…multiple times.

Hands tugged him out of house, pulling him down the street. The fresh air of the night calmed his anger and allowed him to enjoy the way the cheerleader held him close.

"I was so stupid.." She mumbled. Jack shook his head,

"No not stupid, you just like to think the best of people." He replied, "Some just don’t deserve it."

She looked down at her feet, “I’m sorry.”

"For what?"

"For ruining your night. For being a dumb blonde cheerleader who needed saving. For making you walk me home. For—"

He stopped walking and placed her face in his cool hands. He looked into her glossy green eyes, watching as she stared up at him with surprise. He glared down at her,

"Stop that right now." He demanded, "You didnt ruin anything. You’re not a dumb blonde. Your smart and gorgeous, your kind and way too trusting. You are the only girl who has ever looked at me as if what I look like didnt matter. Punzie, you are the only person I want to walk home, the only person that I want to save. God knows you saved me from making some really dumb choices."

She laughed, tears falling from the motion. He smiled down at her, thinking of all times she talked him out of playing pranks and getting into fights. How imagining her disapproving face saved him from going along with some of Pitchs ideas. All because she decided to talk to the lonely boy at a stupid football game.

"I’m glad I trusted you." She said, placing her hands over his. He smiled at her, his snake bites flashing in the moon light.

"You won’t regret it."

Her lips were as soft as he imagined.