"Snotlout, give it back!" Hiccup's nasal cries echoed through the classroom as his sketchbook was tossed between Snotlout and Dagur.

The poor skinny boy's frame against the two burly, taller ones made for a sorry sight, and Hiccup continuing to pathetically jump between the bullies for his notebook made the blood in Jack's veins boil.

"Hey, Snothead! That's not yours!" Jack shouted, jumping off his seat.

"Come and get it, loser," Dagur mocked, jogging to the other side of the room so they could practice their throws.

"I got it, Hics." Jack put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder before dashing off.

The silverhead watched as Hiccup's notebook kept being tossed from one boy to the other, and at one specific throw, he dashed forward, successfully catching the object in mid-air. What he forgot to consider was that physics would happen, and he would be propelled straight to the shelves on the wall. He felt a pang on his left shoulder and curled up with his hands, protecting his head as heavy-sounding items started to fall around him.

"Oh, no…" he heard Hiccup choked out.

By the time the avalanche had ended, Jack was trapped in a nest of books, boxes of supplies, and one specific item that made him hiss.

A solar system model had shattered on the floor, planets crashing into pieces and plastic dust flying everywhere. The same project that had impressed their teacher so much that it had earned an honorary spot on the shelve… Elsa's solar system.

He wobbly got on his feet and trod carefully through the scattered items on the floor, trying to figure out whether the model was salvable or not.

And proving her impeccable timing, Elsa walked inside the classroom, her smile fading as she assessed the situation.

"Uh… Elsa, I'm so sorry," Jack sheepishly mumbled as he rubbed his arm. "It was an a—"

She turned towards him, red cheeks puffed out and eyes brimming with tears, and silenced the rest of his sentence.

"You!" she screamed and stomped in his direction.

"I didn't mean to—Snotout was picking on—" He forgot was he was saying as a thick book slammed against his nose, darkening his vision, and making him lose balance. Hot liquid poured down his nose, and he heard someone telling him something, but his ears were buzzing, and everything felt too far and dream-like to make sense.

"Uh…" His eyelids were heavy, and he had difficulty keeping them open. He touched his nose and inspected his fingers. "Is that blood?" he wondered, feeling dizzy out of a sudden.

And then, to the startlement of Hawthorne Middle School's sixth-grade class, he blacked out.

And the screaming began.

"Are… are we there yet?"

Jack looked over his shoulder and smiled at the sad sight that was his girlfriend. She breathed heavily, her hair stuck to her skin, her cheeks flushed, and her body arched forward as if holding her own weight was too big of a task for her at the moment.

"Just a little bit further," he said, slowing down his place and stretching out a hand to aide her.

She held onto his arm, less as a romantic gesture and more as someone on their last breath holding onto him like a human crutch.

"Is this… really your idea of a perfect date?" she asked between heavy intakes of air. "Seeing me all sweaty and out of breath with makeup smudged all over my face?"

"Kinda," he replied with a shrug. "But we're taking things slow, and this was the second-best thing."

He winked at her, and in her lightheaded state, she almost missed the innuendo in his words. As comprehension slowly set in and heat rose to her face, she tried to push him off, but Jack pulled her closer and nudged her arm gently.

He smiled encouragingly at her. "Come on, we're almost there."

Elsa grunted, pushing one foot after the other as he practically dragged her the rest of the way up the track.

"You seriously should consider exercising more, Queenie," Jack commented. "It's not that hard of a hike."

She huffed and opted for not giving him a reply. Instead, she focused on the path, making sure that she didn't trip on any loose pebbles, and kept going one painful step after the other.

With too much excitement for her liking, and not soon enough, he announced, "Here we are!"

"Oh, thank God." She slid to the ground and leaned back on her hands. Her eyes remained closed as her shallow breaths gradually slowed down.

"Well done, Elsa." Jack chuckled, offering her a bottle of water.

She took it appreciatively and sipped slowly. As her mind calmed down and her body stabilized, she looked around and was simply mesmerized. She could see the entire town from there, everything so small and tranquil from the distance… And the sun hit just in the right angle to give the landmark an ethereal appearance.

"Pretty great, huh?" Jack asked as he sat down next to her. He fumbled inside his backpack and started pulling plastic containers from inside.

She looked at him with arched eyebrows. "You really put some thought into this, didn't you?"

He shrugged. "Of course, I did." His eyes locked with hers, and his carefree smile made her feel those annoying butterflies in her stomach. "You better be prepared for a feast, Queenie. I make a mean PB&J's."

She chuckled. "I love peanut butter and jelly."

Jack sat with his head on the table, face hid in his arms, and he huffed and groaned, shifting around like a stubborn child.

"Give me attention!" Jack whined, his voice muffled by his hoodie, and glared at the girl sitting across from him.

"I'm busy," Elsa said as she continued to type on her computer.

He groaned, sitting up. "Come on, you probably have a whole week of stuff on queue already."

She ignored him and continued working.

He pointed an accusing finger at her. "You're not even supposed to work on Babydoll stuff in front of people. And I'm people!"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Are you now?"

"Come on, Queenie!"

Her fingers froze mid-typing and she glared at him from over her laptop. "Ten minutes, Frost. I asked you to give me ten minutes."

He threw his arms in the air. "Yeah, half an hour ago!"

Elsa rolled her eyes. "I would be done sooner if someone didn't keep interrupting my work."

He grabbed his mug for a last drop of coffee. "Isn't it about time you start looking for a replacement?"

She frowned. "Gee. Thanks a lot, Frost, you sure know how to make someone feel appreciated."

"You know what I meant," he said with a shrug. "We can't even go out on a date because you're so obsessed with that blog!"

"We went on a date last weekend!"

"Yeah, because I dragged you!" He arched an eyebrow at her and smirked. "Literally."

"Oh, for the love of God! Can you two stop?" Hiro slammed a silver tray on their table and pointed at each of them. "I am so done with your stupid love quarrel! You either shut up, or you get the fuck out!"

"Hiro! What are you doing?" Cass chastised, dragging her nephew from the arm. "I am so sorry, guys. he didn't mean that…"

Elsa tucked her hair behind her ear, and her blushing was evident. "No, Hiro is right. We… were a little loud."

"Yeah, sorry, Cass," Jack added sheepishly.

"We should…" Elsa mumbled, gathering her things.

Jack started helping her. "Go?"

"Yeah."

He nodded. "Right behind ya."

They sat on swings side by side, and Jack swung back and forth, going higher and higher each time. Elsa, on the other hand, had her feet rooted to the ground and leaned forward, pressing her fingers to her temples. The squeaking of the chains was starting to piss her off.

"Would you mind stopping for a second?" she asked, glaring at him.

Grumbling under his breath, he jumped off, and as he landed, he made sure to pose like an Olympic gymnast after a fantastic feat. He winked at her, but the action only produced a roll of eyes from her.

"So back at the cafe, that was fun…" he said as he sat back on his seat.

"It was all your fault, you know."

He glared at her indignantly. "My fault? How is it my fault?"

"You wouldn't stop whining!"

"Well, I would've stopped whining if you weren't a terrible girlfriend!"

"I'm a terrible girlfriend?" she demanded to know, getting on her feet.

He laughed, crossing his arms. "I certainly am not!"

She stomped her feet. "You're insufferable!"

"Well, you knew that from the beginning, didn't you?"

Elsa groaned and turned on her heels to leave.

"Hey! Don't walk away on me!" Jack shouted as he ran after her.

She narrowed her eyes. "Keep your voice down!"

"I wouldn't have to yell if you'd stopped walking away from me!"

She shook her head. "I'm going home."

"Oh, come on, Queenie!" He blocked her path and took her hands in his. He waited until her eyes met his.

She was seething.

"Hey…" His arms went around her, and he chuckled in her ear.

She clenched her fists. "Get away from me."

He held her even closer.

"I can't breathe!"

His hands slid from her shoulders down to her fingertips, and he wrapped their hands together.

Elsa glared at him. "You know, this isn't really what 'take her breath away' means."

"Oh, yeah, smarty-pants?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. He placed her arms on his shoulders, then let his wrap around her waist. "Care to teach me what it means, then?"

She tangled her fingers in his hair, and moving closer to him, she said in a low voice, "I thought you hated when I was nerdy."

"Yeah..." Her breath tickled his skin. He gulped. "Your nerdiness is fine..."

She chuckled. "Make up your mind, Frost."

"Can you please shut up so I can kiss you?"

"Is that really the best way you found to ask—"

His hand went to her the back of her head, and his eyes hardened. Trapped in place, she watched as he leaned closer, and his lips brushed against hers.

"Shut up."

Before she could counter with a reply, he was kissing her. And she kissed him back.

Yeah, as I said, outtakes. FYI, I sometimes come back to edit a few things here and there. So don't worry if you're reading again and some details feel different.