How many people do you think would come to your funeral?

How many do you think would return a last tearful "i love you"

Not many, huh?

Mother, Father. A brother, perhaps.

There love counts, because it is real.

Not like your 'friends'. Or all the significant others that told you they loved you.

None of them actually cares if you die. None of them cares if you throw the rope over the bared wood plank in the basement.

No one cares if you leave this world broken.

So why stay?

Hiccup reread over the chapter again, hardly listening to the words playing in his mind.

He shifted in the uncomfortable college seat, receiving a irritated "shh!" from the student beside him. Rolling his eyes, he flipped through the pages again till he heard a booming voice from below him.

"class! I trust you all read through the chapter?" not even waiting for a reply he clapped "good! Well then. Now that that's out of the way, we'll be starting our next project! Now I know you all think that this project has to do with the chapter you just read, but sadly I missed lunch, and didn't want to give a speech on an empty stomach! So no, what you all read really has nothing to do with anything. But at least I know you all follow rules!"

Receiving a grouchy "UGHH!" from the students only made Mr. Coin's smile grow even wider then it already was.

"yes yes! I know you all love me! Now, that aside. Your next project will be quite sad, unfortunately. But it has to be done. In this class you are to learn acting, and directing skills. All movie productions can't be happy romance films, which you all seem to think. Now the filming class has graciously offered to help film your short commercial- like clips. They should be here in a minute. Pick someone from the group, no I don't care if you know them or not. Although I suggest you choose someone you'll be comfortable with because you'll be working with them for quite sometime."

The class perked up at that, having boyfriends/girlfriends in the filming class, all except Hiccup. He hunched his shoulders, and looked down at the pencil in his hand, chipping away at the yellow paint. He was nervous. Hiccup hated working with people. He was awkward and painfully silent in a conversation, which would make discussing the project even more difficult.

"ah! There they are now." a group of mostly nerdy- looking students walked into the class at that time, searching for someone they knew. Hiccup sank into his chair more; due to all the new faces in the room.

"alright, class. Up! Up! Mingle. Find someone worth making a video with. After you all find your partners I'll explain what topic you'll be doing."

Mr. Coin walked to the professor of the other class and immediately began discussing something of unimportance.

The two classes began to mix, a steady buzz of voices. Hiccup stood uncertainly, and walked around the large circle of people. He had no idea how to find someone in the group. Hiccup didn't know anyone, and they all probably thought he was weird anyway. Shying away from the group, Hiccup began to lean on the edge of the wall beside them. He guessed he'd just wait till everyone sat down with there partners and grab the last one. Hiccup slowly tuned out the chatter, thinking of a song he'd recently listened to. He had no idea of the white haired, blue eyed student walking towards him slowly.

"hey!" the white haired boy almost yelled at Hiccup. Jumping, Hiccup snapped his eyes open, and stared at the boy in front of him. Bright white hair lay around him, shifting slightly when he turned his head,and piercing blue eyes that stood out beautifully.

Looking down, Hiccup noted that his body was shaped perfectly; what he could see of it, of course.

After what seemed like an eternity, Hiccup finally snapped out of his daze and looked up at the boy in front of him.

" uh hi." He stuttered weakly.

"sup? I'm Jack"

"Hiccup."

"Well hi Hiccup. I'm in the filming class, and I don't have a partner, I haven't seen you in my class, so you must be in here. You don't happen to have a partner yet do you?"

Ha! Hiccup almost laughed out loud at that. Jack just made a face and looked at him expectantly.

Hiccup unscrewed his face, and glancing at Jack, gave a short nod and stuttered. "no, I- I don't actually."

"great! Wanna be partners? Please say yes, I really don't want to be stuck with any these hipster- looking weirdos." Jack laughed.

"y- yeah. Sure" Hiccup smiled crookedly and looked behind Jack. He was feeling quite awkward at the moment.

Jack looked at the the top of Hiccup's head, scratching the bad of his own.

"Cool, well don't you think we should go sit down and wait for the professor to explain the project?"

"oh yeah, we should do that." Hiccup began to walk towards his seat at the back of the large room, happy to have a distraction from talking to the boy.

Jack walked behind Hiccup, wondering about the project, and hoping Hiccup would have a good idea on how to shoot the video, Jack never was good with making up those kinds of things, after all.

They both made it to the back of the room, Jack taking a seat beside Hiccup, and took out a small notepad. Jack immediately started to draw. he wasn't sure what it was that he was drawing, all it looked like was a lot a swirls. Kind of like frost on a window.

"hey, what are you drawing?" asked Hiccup, peering over at the notepad.

"Oh, uh i don't really know, actually." Jack replied, slightly embarrassed.

"its cool."

Jack smiled. "thanks."

"Class! Other class! looks like you've all got your partners, correct? great! okay, so the project. i expect all of you have been guessing about the project. Well, I've watched you all for the last couple months, and all of your videos, save a couple of you, have been very happy. yes, yes, i know some of them were supposed to be happy, but you all need to learn to be sad! you need to learn to be able to make your viewer cry. you need to make the viewer feel like there watching there story. it needs to be so emotional, that the viewer actually feels for you. that being said. you'll be producing, and starring in a suicide video."

The entire room fell silent. they didn't know how to process this information. Hiccup let out a small cry of complete horror. no one heard though. or so he thought.

"Hiccup, hey. you alright?" Jack whispered.

Hiccup couldn't speak. He was to horrified to even acknowledge that Jack was talking to him.

"hey. hey hey? what um..whats wrong?" Jack was starting to really freak out.

"uh. yeah. no, I'm fine. just uh." Hiccup couldn't hardly form coherent sentences, so instead decided on listening to the professor rap up explaining the complete hell he was sure he was going to go through in the next month.

"...i know for some of you this is going to be hard. but i promise if you put your soul into this assignment, I'm sure each and everyone of you will be completely satisfied with it. You may go."

Hiccup shot up and turned to Jack. "can you move, i need to go home." Hiccup rushed his words, not even caring that he sounded rude.

"uh s- sure." Jack replied. stepping out of the way. "Wait! are we going to meet up somewhere to, ya know, work on the project?"

Hiccup turned. "not today. call me tomorrow and maybe we can, uh go to the library and..work" He then scribbled his cell number on a scrap piece of paper and shoved it at Jack. turning abruptly Hiccup speed walked out of campus and to his apartment, to 'deal' with his new assignment.

Jack didn't know what to think, so instead, pushed away the nagging thoughts telling him to go after Hiccup, and walked to his own apartment.