Jack Frost (closed)

[Romeo Buckland]

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Finally, the end of the term. No more homework, no more tests. No more teachers nagging him to listen and actually try to learn. And best of all, his community service was on hold too. No more staying after gym class to put all those sweaty towels away. No more waking up at Wednesday mornings for three hours of boring office filing duty. No more waiting ‘till the theatre club finishes their god awful practices because he’s the one putting away (and sorting!) their costumes. Sure it’s only for three weeks, the stupid curfew’s still in place, no booze allowed inside campus premises still and he won’t be coming home for Christmas (financial constraints, he understands), but hey, a break’s a break.

And what better way to celebrate the break than with some alcohol in him? It’s already been decided that he and Noah (Cam and Chris, if they’re nice) would be out to some frat party that’s happening tonight (Chris told him to make sure it wasn’t hosted by his older brother’s frat; Romeo assured him it wasn’t, but to be honest, he’s not sure) but Romeo didn’t see anything wrong with starting early. It was early – way early – and since the other three were still asleep, he didn’t bother waking them up. And besides, nothing’s wrong with a little silent time on his own. Reflection and all that shit, he told himself as he walked to the lake all bundled up. He’s graduating soon after all, and as much as he pretends not to care, he does. Deeply.

(Well he still has a year and a half, being held back and all, but still. Not a lot of time).

He settled himself on a snow covered bench near the lake and had just been drinking for around five minutes when he saw a familiar figure by the lake. “You Blonde Twerp!” he said, waving with his free hand, “Remember me?” Well he should. Romeo believed he was practically the centre of all the snow war action last time. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?”

[Jack Montoya]

It was neat, seeing something as beautiful as this, as if it were a seasonal thing. It was a seasonal thing. Back in Australia, he probably wouldn't have ever seen something like it, unless he went up to the snowy mountains. When he lived in New York, he didn't see much of it either, because of where he lived. Being able to see an entire lake frozen on its surface was pretty cool to him, but probably just a normal seasonal thing for the rest of the people who lived here. The thought of being able to walk on frozen water, with the risk of falling in, got his blood pumping. If he did fall in, his scales would keep his heat and he was sure he could find his way back out, so he didn't really care. It was sure cold at first though.

The air was cool and crisp and carried hidden notes of deep freeze. It was still pretty early in the morning, so Jack didn't expect to see much of anyone here. That is, until he heard a familiar voice call out too him. “You Blonde Twerp! Remember me?” Called the curly haired boy. In fact, Jack hardly recognized him at first. Then he remembered that the one who called out to him was that same curly haired guy from the snow war.

"Yeah I remember you. The brunet Jackass, right?" He retorted, turning his head over toward the direction of the boy.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo laughed loudly when he heard what the blonde had called him. At least he wasn’t wrong in pegging Jack to be a pretty chill and possibly a cool kid. Seemed like he hasn’t gotten rusty yet. “More like the brunette jackass who saved your sorry asses a few days back,” he yelled back, right after he flipped Jack the bird and motioned for the boy to join him in the bench (or table rather, because he’s clearly too cool to sit properly). “Seriously, if I wasn’t there, you guys would’ve been creamed I tell you, creamed.” A series of chuckles escaped him as he remembered the scene, throwing his head back and clutching his stomach before continuing, “You guys would’ve been emasculated right now. With your balls cut off and hung over the girls’ dorm’s wing.” While his ‘leadership’ did help them secure their ‘win’ over their estrogen-fueled peers, claiming that without him the boys would have their asses handed to them was a bit of an exaggeration. (With Lani, Jack and Cam around, they could certainly hold their own).

Then again this was Romeo we’re talking about. If the Irish boy didn’t exaggerate his contributions to humanity, then we have a problem.

“So what are you doing around here so early? People don’t usually go here early this morning unless they’re creepers.” Not counting him, of course. “Want some?” So Jack couldn’t say he’s been anything but a gracious host.

[Jack Montoya]

The brunet laughed at his observation, almost as if it where a joke, and that made Jack confused. “More like the brunette jackass who saved your sorry asses a few days back, Seriously, if I wasn’t there, you guys would’ve been creamed I tell you, creamed.” He stated as if it were a matter of fact, laughing again. Jack ignored the hand signal he got, and he felt like ignoring the offer of taking a seat as well. “You guys would’ve been emasculated right now. With your balls cut off and hung over the girls’ dorm’s wing.” Pretty graphic, but no one else was around to hear.

“So what are you doing around here so early? People don’t usually go here early this morning unless they’re creepers. Want some?” The Brunette boy offered Jack a drink, and Jack shook his head from where he stood, in the exact same spot he had been before.

"So you must be the creeper? And no, I'm good, besides you were probably drunk at the snow ball fight too. We could've handled ourselves." Jack stated, a bit on the grumpier side, but he tried not to show it. Sure he drank, but not this early and not even close as much as the guy sitting on the table seemed too.

[Romeo Buckland]

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Romeo heard Jack’s unimpressed chuckle and replied with a derisive snort of his own. “Really now? You seriously think you could’ve handled the tits even without my help?” The Irish teen rolled his eyes and took another chug off his bottle, shaking his head in satisfaction (along with a loud “Ah!” after he took the bottle off his mouth) as if to show the blonde what a good drink he just passed off on. “Says the guy who got pelted by so much snow balls if it wasn’t for me drawing out the attention.”

Sorry Jack, but Romeo’s pretty convinced he’s been influential to the boy’s ‘success’. Last year he just had an inkling (since he didn’t really participate until halfway through it), but since this year he’d been there from the start (heck he threw the first shot remember?), he’s not backing down from his ‘I won the fight for us’ side. Not without a fight probably.

“Ha. I wish I was. I move better when I’m drunk.” Well if he’s the right amount of drunk, yes, his moves become just a tad bit better; he can indeed run and dodge faster. But usually when the teen drinks before an event he doesn’t just stop at drunk but goes to full on hammed, so should he actually been drinking that day, well, he’d definitely be dead weight.

“Yeah. I’m the rare creeper alright,” he added, sarcasm just dripping from his voice. He took another sip before he explained why he’s around the lake so early. “I set up a few traps to catch some rabbits near the woods. Haven’t done that since October, kind of been missing it. If I set it later, it wouldn’t catch any.” He knew it from experience. “Now are you going to answer my question now or will you just be a douchebag and pretend not to have heard it again?”

[Jack Montoya]

“Really now? You seriously think you could’ve handled the tits even without my help?" Stated the irish teen, as if it were obvious Jack couldn't have. “Says the guy who got pelted by so much snow balls if it wasn’t for me drawing out the attention.” He added in response to Jack saying he could have handled himself. He could have too, in fact the only reason why he got pelted was because of the irish teen.

"If it wasn't for your ass falling from the tree, I would of had a snowman to hide behind." Jack retorted, fixing his brown eyed gaze on the teen with slight contempt.


“Ha. I wish I was. I move better when I’m drunk.” Offered the teen, and Jack was sure it was true, seeing how he was drinking in the early morning for no good reason besides doing it. “Yeah. I’m the rare creeper alright, I set up a few traps to catch some rabbits near the woods. Haven’t done that since October, kind of been missing it. If I set it later, it wouldn’t catch any.” Jack's face melted into confusion as the drunk bow started talking about rabbits. “Now are you going to answer my question now or will you just be a douche bag and pretend not to have heard it again?”


"Oh a douche bag? I'm not the one who is bombed out, sitting on a bench, waving his dick around about a snowball fight. I"m out here because I needed a good old fashion run." Jack answered, a new spark of challenging violence in his voice. He was getting tired of the drunk boy.

[Romeo Buckland]

Romeo simply chuckled when the blonde blamed him for falling down the tree and ruining his makeshift fortress. “You think I wanted to fall there? I had the perfect spot on the branches you know,” answered the Irish teen, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, “Blame the blonde who shot me. Who got rained on with more than five snowballs once I got my chance, I might add.” He noticed the slight contempt in Jack’s eyes, but he dismissed it as mere annoyance. Romeo insists that he’s actually in his best behaviour right now; he’s trying to be nice so that can’t be hatred from the blonde, can it?

“Don’t be jealous of my dick bro. Ever heard of ‘if you have it flaunt it?’” He took one last swig of his drink (a third of its gone already) placing it on the table as he got down and walked towards the blonde. Romeo removed his thick outer jacket, revealing a thin sweater whose sleeves he promptly rolled up. “Ha. A run eh? Why not make it more challenging and have a race?” he said as he rotated his shoulders a bit and stretched his legs, “See that flag in the dock right over there? First one to get it wins.”

“You game? Or you scared this ‘bombed out douchebag’ will make you eat his dust?”