~~Astrid's POV~~

It was finally lunchtime, and I thought up something that could be of some concern: if Hiccup was now in a good mood (since we kind of made up), would he, by any chance, go down to the theatre to see Janelle and Hanna? Would he invite Jack, too? I paused in the line, and felt a soft shove at my back only a moment later. With an annoyed sigh and sharp eyes to the shove-er, I leave the line, scooping two apples from the salad bar instead of grabbing a tray. I walk over to Tooth and comment my thought to her.

"I want to know everything about your make up after this," She whispers as we casually run out the cafeteria to the exit, the place too crowded and loud for anyone to acknowledge us. I send Heather and Ruffnut a quick text through our groupchat.

A: We're going back to the theater, don't worry, we should be back to class by the end of lunch. See ya! :)

I place my phone back in my pocket, and we glide smoothly to the janitor's closet, no interruptions, no teachers (strangely). We open the door and close it behind us, jumping into the tunnels and running towards the theatre. We went backstage and changed into our outfits, placing our masks over our faces and hopping to put on our shoes. Once that struggle was done and over with, we set everything up, and sat down on the stage. I surprisingly felt a little giddy. I checked the clock on my phone.

"Alright, Tooth, we're only giving them five minutes. If they don't come by then, we're leav-"

Thud, thud. Rustle, rustle.

We look at each other with hopeful eyes, and confusion since, I suppose, we're trying to acknowledge that we both heard it. We stand up, focusing on tracking down the cause of the sound and, surprise surprise, it leads to the back of the room. The noise is definitely louder here, so that brings up the conclusion that it's most obviously coming from here. But, we were already at the back wall of the theatre, the wall blocking any further movement forward. The noise increases and turns into muffled knocks. We look towards each other, then up. The painting was the only thing on the wall. It shook. I looked at Tooth for confirmation that this wasn't in my head, that I wasn't going crazy.

Or maybe that we were both crazy.

I dragged over a chair, and climbed up, ready to get this over with. I took hold of the painting, unclasping the bottom, Tooth holding the chair steady as I did so. My hands took hold of the sides once I released the little hooks. I took a deep breath and pulled it off. Two boys tumbled out, crashing into us, and we screamed, more in surprise than of actual fear. One landed on me, his hands quick to catch him while. . . trapping me against the floor. My breathing hitched. His green eyes were steady on mine, his hair tickling my face. I couldn't move. My eyes trailed his face to his mouth. I bit my bottom lip. No, don't do it! Don't do it! He has a girlfriend! What's wrong with you!? He was doing the same thing. He was leaning in while I stayed frozen on the floor. You are so screwed.

~~Tooth's POV~~

Two figures tumbled down from the opening, one crashing into me, his arms catching him before I was flattened into a pancake. My lungs started failing and my brain froze as I looked up at his maples eyes. He stared down into mine. Butterflies swirled around my stomach, heat filled my cheeks, and electricity flowed throughout all of me. My heart beat so loudly I thought that it might just burst. He smiled at me gently, which only made my cheeks flush darker. My eyes traveled to his lips, and I just knew he was feeling the same way I was feeling. I wanted to kiss him, and he wanted to kiss me. So why not? Because he has a girlfriend for crying out loud!

But those lips were mine, I was his first! I closed my eyes unconsciously, and I just knew he was doing the same.

Well now you're not, Tooth.

He has a girlfriend, I reasoned weakly.

But she's not here. . . a peck wouldn't hurt, would it?

In the heat of the moment, his lips brushed mine for an instant, then I turned to the side. I immediately yearned for the possibility that I had just rejected as his lips landed on my already hot cheeks. I cleared my throat and he lifted himself up so there was space between us, but that I was stilled caged in between him and the floor. When he looked at me, his maple eyes flashed with something I couldn't pinpoint and he shook his head a moment later. He stood up slowly, cheeks heating up a very red shade on his pale complexion. He offered me his hand, but I picked myself up. Who knows, touching him could trigger whatever was that I needed to just kiss him. But I couldn't help but think: could this have been my only chance to ever be near him like this again? I don't know. . . but did I want to find out? I mentally shook my head. Don't talk nonsense Toothiana! He has Rapunzel and you have a. . . a toothbrush? My attempt at self-comfort only made me flush with more embarrassment. I mentally groaned. Who cared what I had? I wanted him. Him, Jackson Overland, I want him back. I bite my lip and stare at my shoes shyly.

"Hanna, I-I, uh-look I'm sorry, I mean I-I didn't mean to-I mean I did, but I shouldn't have I-!" He looked at the ground, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"Look it's-it's alright, I just I've, uh, never actually had a boyfriend before and so I don't really have much practice-not that I would have kissed you-I mean, sure, I would've cause your you- but uh, well I. . ." I winced, praying to God that I had spoken way too fast for him to comprehend what I had just said. Where the heck did that come from anyway? I mean, it was true but, what the heck, why would I say that out loud?! To him?! Of all people, him. He didn't need to know that after the kiss, and the pain, I didn't date. No matter how many guys happened to be slightly charmed by my peculiarities, no matter how many guys would hint their interest. There was only one guy that I could ever really see myself with, and he had a girlfriend and was still so far out of my reach.

"Wait, so you're telling me you've never had a boyfriend?" He laughed, as if it was so unbelievable. I sighed in relief he hadn't heard the rest of my sentences, but then puffed my cheeks in indignation.

"No, I haven't." I couldn't help but be a little defensive. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I prod, giving him a stern look. His laughing stops, and he looks at the ground, ashamed.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." He bowed his head in apology. I internally sighed, and suck on the inside of my cheek to think up something before I say something stupid.

"So, how's she like? How does it feel to be in. . . love?" I ask him, the words tasting almost bitter in my mouth. Stupid, why would you ask that? It's like you just want to suffer. . . By now we've regained our balance and are walking towards the stage, any noise muffled with our voices. I feel like I might be forgetting something. But that feeling is ignored in his presence.

"Well, she's pretty, cool and all, but," I lean a little closer in interest. "I feel like I can't trust her anymore." Well, at least his judgment might have improved. "She's been all secretive around me. And, these last few days have been confusing. I mean, I don't know if I'm going crazy, but, a few days ago, I got this vision. A girl-" He stopped abruptly, my heart shuddering with possibilities. Keep going, I wanted to scream at him, keep going, remember! Remember me! "I'm sorry, I probably sound crazy-"

"No!" He seems taken aback by my small outburst. I blush. "I-I mean I, uh, I don't think you're crazy. . ." I clear my throat. "Continue. Please?" He raises an inquisitive eyebrow, but nods nonetheless.

"So, there's a girl, her face it's-it's bruised, and I think she was holding my face. Then it all disappeared." I almost sigh in disappointment. So much for remembering me. I know that's me-I'm pretty sure, anyways. "That happened the morning when these two new kids came." He shook his head and opened his mouth to say more but he closed it again. He held the back of his head with one hand. "Then there's these killer headaches afterwards." He closed his eyes tight. My heart beats with hope. Another vision-a memory? He sighs instead. "It used to feel wonderful," It takes me half a second to realize we're back on the girlfriend-love topic. "It was like I was floating, but now. . . Now I'm falling. Like-like my wings were cut off, I guess. It's just weird. I don't know anymore."

~~Jack's POV~~

I was surprised I had told her this much already. I didn't know her that well, but. . . It was strange. She was just so familiar. But I did hold back a little. I didn't tell her my last vision. When my lips had brushed hers, it happened again. I saw the girl again. She looked beaten up, cradling my head, telling me not to die. Her eyes were so. . . emotionally conflicted. It made my heart hurt seeing the girl like that. I felt such an urge to protect her, to wipe away her tears and tell her everything was going to be alright. . . She had said that I saved her life. The image of a smoking four wheeled motorcycle was burned into my skull. Her lips on mine. Then, in a spark of light everything disappeared.

It happened so fast I barely processed it. I didn't know what to think anymore. Who was that girl? I know I'd seen her before. I know that. . . I don't know. . . I don't know. . . I don't know with these visions, the images were so confusing and clashed horribly with my reality. And I didn't feel like talking to Rapunzel would solve any of it. When I did talk to her about something from the past, which I was sure this was, she would either say she didn't remember or would contradict herself horribly. She had been so secretive these last days. . .

Was she being unfaithful? I shook my head. No, she wouldn't.

But . . . if she was? Would it really hurt? Well, of course it would! She is my girlfriend and I love her! I love. . . Do I. . . ? Do I really love her?

I watched Hanna from the corner of my eyes. She was staring at nothing, looking like she was somewhere else. Her cheeks were rosy and they were probably really warm. My hands twitched, yearning to test my little thought. I stopped myself, forcing myself to merely watch while she was distracted. Her lips were a bright pink and her hair was falling over her shoulders in dark cascades. A smile tugged on my lips and I faintly wondered who she really was. Behind the mask. Hanna doesn't seem like a good enough name for her. She needed a unique name. A name that fit her love of music or her love for. . . teeth. . . Something tugged at the back of my brain. I couldn't take hold of it; it escaped before I could grasp it. But it didn't frustrate me as much as it should have. Watching her was enough to drown out any complaint from me.

A/N: Ahem, anyways, what's up peeps? C: My mom couldn't find her keys this morning, so I couldn't get to school so . . . yeah :D I'm writing instead of doing chores! I'm horrible I know, but I'll get everything done xD I always do. #procrastinator

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