Fourteen-year-old Jamie Bennett swallowed nervously. "I really don't know if I can do this."

"Eh, you'll get over it," Jack replied flippantly, casually balancing cross-legged on his staff. "Just gotta suck it up and be a man, you know?"

"Easy for you to say," Jamie mumbled, pouting a bit. Jack sighed and moved closer, hovering over him with a Why me? kind of look.

"Okay kid, listen," he said, crystal blue eyes looking anywhere but the boy, "I really, really don't have a lot of experience with girls, believe it or not. So I can't exactly help you out here." Honestly, why had Jamie come running to him in the first place. Jack Frost barely had experience with people in general, let alone the female demographic. But, he figured, it kind of made sense. Jamie did look up to him quite a bit (Jack had honestly no idea about that fact until Tooth and Sandman pointed it out), so it was understandable that he would turn to the winter spirit for help on all sort of matters. Still, though...

Why me?

"But what am I supposed to do?"

"I honestly have no idea."


Jamie looked so desperate and depressed that Jack couldn't help but sigh and give in. "Okay, okay. Here's what I say. I mean, I can't really help you get it together enough to go through with this, but..." He sighed again. "Okay. You want to ask out a girl. That's good, healthy even, even if we're talking about this particular girl. Don't worry about that. But if you're nervous, think about why you want to ask her out in the first place."

Jamie let out a long breath and sat down heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Well...she's actually really nice and fun, despite what people say. I mean, I don't like-like her, I just like her as a friend, and..." He trailed off uncertainly.

"Good, that's a good start," Jack encouraged, cursing silently at the sky. If any of the other Guardians saw what he was doing... "Anything else?"

Chewing on his lower lip, Jamie continued, "Nobody else is gonna ask her, cuz she doesn't have a lot of friends outside of me and the others. She said she wants to go to this thing, but everyone else has a date, which is dumb because we're only in seventh grade, but whatever. I'm trying to be nice."

"There you go!" Jack clapped Jamie on the back supportively. "Tons of great reasons. You're just nervous 'cause you're a kid and don't know how to deal with this stuff." He glanced up; there were Jamie's friends, coming closer to where they stood. "Alright, I'm gonna bounce. Here's your chance."

Without waiting for an answer, Jack jumped into the air and took off into the sky, leaving behind a frigid wind and a few runaway snowflakes.

"Wha—Jack!" Jamie hollered after him. It was futile, though. He was gone. "...Traitor."

"Hey Jamie," one of his friends greeted as the group drew closer. Jamie, feeling fairly sick, just nodded, stood, and brushed off his jeans. "Was that Jack? What'd he take off for?"

Jamie shrugged, staring at the ground. Twenty seconds of courage, he only needed twenty seconds. He didn't want to do it in front of all his friends, but supposed it simply had to happen that way. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. A determined look in his eyes, he locked onto his target and opened his mouth shakily.

"Hey, Cupcake. You wanna go to the dance with me?"


I really should not be starting another multichapter story but meh, I'm having innumerable emotions for RotG that can only be dispelled via writing cruddy fanfiction. This is going to be a series of drabbles taking place before, during, and after the movie and in no particular order. I hope people like it!

I don't ship Jamie/Cupcake, I just think Jamie is the nice kid who extends a hand to people who need friendship or dates or other junk. Seriously though, if I had a child like Cupcake (a big, burly girl who loves ponies and cute things) I would probably spoil her rotten. Jussayin.

Oh, and if you have any ideas and suggestions for this, please message me or leave them in a review! My creativity can only extend so far, hehe.

Thank you for reading and please review!