When Warm Met Cold - Part 1 [ Janna/Jackanna ]

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Anna Summers was strangely imperfect.

Her socks never matched. They would always be differing colours, differing patterns, senselessly coming out from her black and white converses - which had crooked flaps. Her hair wasn't even right - she had that one streak of white in a head of strawberry blonde. She couldn't even walk straight, tripping on her own two feet.

The many quirks of Anna Summers caught his eye somehow. Maybe it was because it snowed that one time.

All it had to do was snow.

It was early November, just when the temperature began to dip. Outside already felt really cold, as if the air was rubbing ice against your cheeks. He was just sitting there in a tree, the one that shadowed the sidewalk to the school with long thick branches, staring into the vast grey skies. It was a usual place for him to be when he wanted to be alone for no particular reason.

With a red shoelace posing as a headband around her head, she walked by. Like most people, she was never really a fan of the cold, hence the thick, magenta coat that cocooned her, making her curves visually non-existent, and her body disoriented. Unlike him, who wore just a hoodie. Her head was down, watching her own feet walk, as if keeping a watchful eye would decrease the chances of her tripping.

She was oblivious to his presence, up in the trees.

At first, it was nothing but an empty glance. The magenta was eye-catching. Way too eye-catching for cloudy grey-skied weather. Way too colourful for a dull morning of black and white.

Then it just began to snow.

She looked up, her glittering blue eyes wide, surprised. It was weird how quickly her head came up, as if she sensed the snow clairvoyantly. In one, deeming breathe of a cloud, a smile came to her face. Jack was watching, curious, and it was as if the sky became brighter. She blinked, and her eyes seemed to glimmer in wonder.

And then, slowly, she spread her arms like wings, excitement bubbling in her smile, and she began to run. Twirling in countless circles, never getting the least bit dizzy, she ran. She ran and ran and ran, like she would jump into the awakened sky and take flight any second. She would soar like a bird and dance with the snowflakes. The snow caught her hair, her eye-catching magenta coat, and she just seemed . . . happy.

And snow just had to fall for her for her to be truly happy. Never had he seem such adoration in someone so lonely.

He smiled to himself.

After that, she just seemed to catch his eye. No magenta needed.

While she sat during lunch, she seemed gleeful, smiling to herself. She sat with her friends - two of them - and she was gleeful, like it was the best day of her life.

Then when a few people would walk by, she'd just shrink.

Her eyes would just lose their colour. She looked down, as if she were the reason for the stress and wrongdoings in their life. As if her very existence made the skies angry. As if she were guilty of dropping burdens on their shoulders. As if she was just the spare that made the mistake of trying to be useful in the mechanism of society.

It was odd. And it made him curious.

"Jack!"

He flinched, snapping out of his stupor, and then turned to the source of the interfering voice. "Hm?"

"Ya didn't hear a single word Ah just said, did ye?" Merida's short-tempered self spoke with such conviction it was like watching her set every single word that came out of her mouth on fire.

He just shrugged. Obviously he didn't hear a word. But it wasn't like those times when he willingly attempts to tune her out since he really doesn't care. Staring makes you go deaf. Staring makes you numb to actuality.

And he'd been staring at Anna.

"What's up with you?" Tooth asked, concerned, tucking her brunette hair behind her ear, her fingers briefly brushing her yellow, green, blue and pink bangs.

"What makes you think something's up?" Was staring that noticeable? Did he just look like a dead body or something from their perspectives?

"Ye've been starin' off inta space fer the past few days," Merida stated bluntly.

"And we're just-"

"Annoyed."

"Concerned," Tooth quickly corrected, sending Merida a look. The red head rolled her eyes.

He wanted to ask about Anna. Why her hair wasn't fully strawberry blonde. Why her socks never matched. Why she walked through the world like she was living the best day of her life. And why she just seemed to shrink.

He wanted to ask.

"It's nothing . . . just . . ."

He really wanted to ask.

With his head down, he looked in her direction, on the other side of the cafeteria. The sandwich on her tray was long since forgotten. She was shrunken, like she was trying to ignore the fact that she was alone, since Rapunzel and Hiccup had to leave early during lunch for some art program or whatever. From under the table her black winter boots - the ones she began to wear when the snow started to pile - swung one at a time. He could almost see her hands fidgeting with one another under the table, and he could almost hear her shaking breathes from here, like she was shivering.

And then, just for a second, her eyes looked up and locked with his, and they fluttered back down way too soon. He could have swore, for that one second, his heart wasn't doing what it was suppose to do.

". . . Anna Summers?"

Maybe it was the fact that it was her name made his head come up so quickly, because Tooth's voice was in no way loud or disruptive. Her name.

Her.

Tooth's violet eyes have followed his gaze, and when she looked back at him, the corner of her mouth quirked up. "You were staring at Anna Summers?"

Jack felt the weirdest sensation as he said nothing and just shrugged, like he had just betrayed himself. Like giving himself away was like betraying Anna.

"Ah heard she's crazy," Merida said, "Lads mess with her because she's way too naive. Teachers compare her to her sister, Elsa, all the time, since Elsa used to come here. They also say . . ."

It was a long list. He never realized how many rumours there were about Anna.

They said her heart was made of paper and she paper-clipped it to her sleeve. She was so naive that guys got a laugh from messing with her. They'd rip her paper heart to shreds, and she'd try to mend it with tape by smiling at nothing. But all tape does is make sure the pieces don't fall apart. It doesn't help with healing.

It wasn't normal. She wasn't normal. But at the same time, it wasn't like she was abnormal.

She was oddly inbetween.

And he wasn't sure why he couldn't stop staring at an inbetween.

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Lol, I totally forgot to post this Laugh LOL  I'M SORRY!

Another part of this will be posted soon. (That part'll be way longer.) And after that... not quite sure...

But I hope you guys liked it so far! :Big eyes: 

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Wow, this is so freaking cool! :D

I can tell that this has the potential of being really good. It's got the beautiful, feelsy, loveliness that IS Janna. Charlie Dance