Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Saving Water

"Shit!"

"What?"

"My water is brown."

"Like muddy brown or a fading brown?"

"Like a brown that’s really gross and barely coming out."

"Of the sink?"

"Yeah, I went to go wash off my plate and bam! I made the plate dirtier."

"Did you call the landlord?"

"Before or after your bitch fit about Astrid taking credit for your paper?"

"I did most of the work, damn it."

"Then no, I have not called my landlord." Jack chuckled. He looked at the clock on his microwave and sighed, he had class in two hours. He hated doing this stuff. His land lord got angry last time he called a hand man or fixed something himself. Even pulled out the housing contract to show that he could be asked to leave if he didn’t follow the rules. He hit his head on the cabinet multiple times, his cell phone still up to his ear.

"You shouldn’t do that. You don’t have brain cells to spare."

"You’re a dick."

"Just trying to lighten the mood."

"Fail." He grumbled, "Okay I’m going to have to try and get this term paper finished then call my landlord. Ill see you in anthro."

"Okay," Hiccup replied, "Oh and try not to stink up the lecture hall. I have to sit next to you."

There was a silence over the line.

"You do realize if your sink isn’t working that means your shower is busted too, right?"

"Shit!" Jack cursed, hitting his head another couple of times on the cabinet. There was a laugh and a click as his best friend hung up and probably went into his next class. Jack placed his cell on the counter and stared at the sink. He didnt even realize that brushing his teeth and showering was out of the question if the kitchen sink was spewing out brown water. He sighed and dialed his landlords number.

After leaving three angry messages and hitting his head on more furniture in his frustration he decided he needed to get something done before he had to head to class. He quickly added some last fluff paragraphs to his term paper, Shakespeare was not something Jack cared about and he had a B in the class. He could handle a bad grade on this…well, at least he’d ask Hiccup to write his next paper to bring up his grade.

He glanced at the clock. One more hour before he had to leave. He looked around his one bedroom apartment. It was minimal and very bachelor-pad like, even down to the many video games and dart board on the opposite wall. There was no way he was talking a shower in the brown water and he didnt have any moist towels just to clean up. On a normal day he wouldn’t mind skipping for the morning but he had gone to the gym with Aster last night and felt gross. He would not go sit in a two hour lecture feeling gross.

He sighed and stood up from his couch, placing his laptop on the cushion next to him. He got up and walked passed the door to towards his bedroom when he heard a familiar voice just outside the thin walls.

"How did the romanticism class go, Fishlegs?"

"Good! I got an awesome grade thanks to you!"

"No problem, where you headed?"

"Fiction writing."

"Have fun!"

The sound of a door closed and the voices stopped. He grinned and jogged to his room. He looked at himself in the mirror for a quick moment. His hair was a bit messy, blue t-shirt a bit wrinkled but his basketball shorts were fine. He smirked and grabbed his towel before heading out the door. His heart beat a bit faster than he liked as he approached her door. She was just another girl.