Chapter 2! DarkCupidReader x Jack Frost

You taught you had seen every kind of place.

God, you were wrong.

You're now in a blue room, big christal windows instead of walls. Outside, there are thousands of many different flowers; roses, violets, forget-me-nots, red spiders... So many, you can't name them all.
The tables are covered in pastries, cups, glasses, and golden ornaments.
In the roof, a chandelier seems to be looking at you, and watching over everyone. The room... Is magnificent.

You appreciate the beauty of the room, and would enjoy it gladly... But, as usual, you're not in the mood. You're in a corner, trying so hard not to kill yourself.

"Those heels... I hate them, they're such a torture" you thik, sipping your drink. You have champagne in one hand, and a pastry in the other.
You hear loud noises; Pippa and Jamie just arrived, waving. She seems to be looking for someone. When she spots you, she grabs her fianceé and drags him towards you.

—(Y/N)— she waves. People stares at her like she's crazy.
—Hey, sweety.—you smile. Not giving a damn on what people thinks... She got that from you. This Jamie boy is cute... And he's looking at you...

Wait. What?

AT you, not trough you. Never taught this would happend...

—Hi. I'm Cupid. Pippa speaks about you a lot; I feel like if I knew you allready.—you smirk. God you're nervous, usually, you have more... Style. Pippa coughes, (sounds more like a "I don't") and he blushes.

Ah, the young people....

—Hum... I'm Jamie—he introduces himself— I know you helped Pippa, with what, I dont know, but... Thanks.

Let's play wich face is redder. Hi's or Her's? Time's out; impossible to say.

They look at each other. God, you're gonna die... SO cute!

—You look so cute together!!!—you squeal, crushing them both in a bear hug.
Pippa laughs and holds hands with Jamie.

You release them and fly arround them. Why Jamie became red all off a sudden?

—(Y/N)...—Pippa advertises. Her face's red too— you're using a dress...

You land so fast, your dress goes up, Marilyn Monroe style. But you're not her, neither is this a movie, so you put it down blushing like crazy.

—You should've seen your face!—Pippa states, laughing her ass off. Jamie is nowhere to be seen.

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—(Y/N), please— Pippa begged.
—No, Pippa
—Please!!!
—I said no, little one.—you coldly reply.

—What's going on?—Jamie cuts in, hugging Pippa from behind.
—Nothing
—I want her to sing—you both answer at the same time. Jamie seems surprised.

—You sing?— he smiles warmly at you.
—Nop
—Yes! You used to sing to me!—Pippa pouts.
—No I...—you insist, but Pippa does her puppy eyes thingy...

You can't resist puppy eyes.

—FINE! Goddammit...—you yelled. Pippa handles you a mic (Where did she took it from? You shall never know), a wide, playful smile plastered on her face.

—What do I sing?—you ask in a bored tone. Never going to admit it, but you think it's fun.
—You choose...—Pippa sugests. You raise a brow— Fine, I'd like you to sing...—she whispers in your ear the song.

You take a deep breath, and begin.

Do you hear me? I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

Your voice softens.

Boy I hear you in my dreams
I hear your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me, in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

You look at Pippa. she and Jamie are just looking in each other's eyes. You feel the love in the air, and for once in your life, you believe... There is love. This is Pippa and Jamie's song.

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooh ooh ooh

They don't know how long it takes,
Waiting for a love like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

Lucky we will love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

You start flying arround the room. People is amazed; why the music seems to move, wrapping them in a warm embrace... where the singer is... who the singer is...

And so I'm sailing through the sea
To an island where we'll meet
You'll hear the music fill the air
I put a flower in your hair

Though the breezes through the trees
Move so pretty you're all I see
As the world keeps spinning 'round
You hold me here, right here, right now

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

I'm lucky we will love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh

With the final chorus, you sigh happily. Pippa's great, she's in love, and there's cakes and champagne.

Yep. This moment, is unique. You like this moments, they're so different from your lif...

And there's your past, ruining everything again. You shut your thoughts and give the mic back to Pippa.

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The guests where leaving, but Pippa told you to stay.

— Why? Afterparty or something?

—Because now is the private party, with our closest friends...

"AKA the gag..."—you smile at the tought.

The gag was, basically, Pippa and Jamie's childhood friends. there was this "Cupcake" girl, a weird blond guy, twins and little Sophie, Jamie's sister.

Speaking of the devil...

—Sophie! Come a minute please!—Pippa yells.

You are wearing comfy clothes now; those heels... Using them? Fine. Walking wiyh them? NO way. Black jeans, blood red top, a brack rose necklace and your hair up in a loose ponytail. Black and red heeled sandals... You may hate them, but you're... NO, you're not small. The world is way too big.

You mindlesly start playing with your necklace.

—...wanna try...—Pippa mutters. Sophie arrived silently and smiled brightly.

—What is it, Pippa?

—Look here—she points at your seat. Your mouth opens in shock—Can you see anything?

Sophie giggles (SO CUTE) and looks at you. Then, back to Pippa.

—The girl that has been with you since we were kids, right?

—you have been able to see me ever since? And didn't say a THING?—you choked. Pippa is unable to speak; her mouth is wide open.

—Yes. Why?—she innocently asks.

Sophie is a teen (almost a woman), but, unlike the most of them, she's so... Pure, naïve... Everybody tries to protect her, everyone likes her... You included. She's like a magnet; attracts everyone.

Pippa sighs.

—I knew it...— you don't ask what she knew. Two believers? In one day? You smile politely and quietly slip away to the bar.
Ok. Ok. Breath in... Breath out. Let's make things clear, ok? You don't wanna be believed in. Why?  You try to lie to Pippa and yourself saying it's because your work would be harder if people could see you.

Lame excuse, you know.

But a little annoying voice in the back of your head, is always there, telling the truth. You are used to be lonely, you don't wanna care... In fact, sometimes you wish Pippa... No. you will not think about that.

The important thing is, that if they see you, they'll be nice. You will like them, and probably would become friends, eventually. And. as usual, as always happens when you like something/someone, when you have someone to care about, they will betray you. Leave you... Hurt you. Like before... (I'm-gonna-pass-out-oh-god-I-wanna-trow-up)

You're right about the last thought. You feel a littla bit dizzy. You rush outside, and take a deep breath. Why is it so darn cold? Is autumn, not winter, for MIM's sake.

You blink and a red hoodie appears on you.

—You okay?—Pippa asked with concern.

—Yeah... Just... Taking a break.

—When you're ready, come back in, our special guests are just arround the corner.—with that, she gets her head back in.

You shiver.

—Alcohol. That's what I need, I can't face this sober.— you sigh. You hear bells (Bells?) and a door bursting open. Greetings and happy screams fill the air.
"Guess the "special guests" are here... Wonder, who will tey be?"

You sip a glass of whiskey, and before you realize, it's empty. Before you can swallow it, your (eye colour) orbs meet a familiar blue gaze.

You spat your drink.