Tell me why... AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HEARTACHE

Lol, I'm just stalling you guys from reading this very fluffy chapter. It has 2000 words, by the way, so you all better like it. :3

The title is very much dedicated to — wait, you don't know? HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW? GET OUT. You must know who the title is dedicated to before proceeding. Sheesh.

- - - - - Elsa - - - - - ➳

"Where do you plan to go to college?" I asked Robin — trying to make a decent and not awkward conversation with him as we walked down the pavement to Flurries. Unfortunately, his car wasn't available today, as a potted plant from the balcony fell onto the windshield the other day.

"Well, I'm going to be a crime scene investigator like my dad, as well," he started out, kicking pebbles along our way. "I'm considering of moving to D.C. 'cause the White House needs me."

Washington D.C.? That was so far away... Could he actually leave me?

I tried to keep my face straight as I asked him on, "Really? That far?"

"Yeah," he replied with a nervous smile. "I even plan to move out before prom, or something."

"But I thought we were going there together!" I playfully whined. It was true, though. We did plan on going to prom together— as friends for the very least. Although, now that everything's been uncovered, I think it would be hard to think of us that way ever again.

"Eh, you'll be fine," he shook it off. He didn't say anything after that, and I didn't know if I wanted him to take it all back, or not.

Whenever people would ask us if we were dating, I knew the exact answer. I knew that it was exactly a 'no', but now...

I knew we were just friends —but I keep on asking myself: 'Are we friends, or are we more?'

And one of the days that I feared the most has come.

The day I could no longer answer that question.

"I'll miss you, though." he added—noticing my sudden silence. "That's for sure."

"I'll miss you, too," I smiled a little bit. "But I know you love me enough to stay."

"You got a point there," he chuckled, and that sound alone could just make me laugh the entire day.

That was Robin, really. It took him no effort to charm everyone around, and there was no force on the world that can ever make him unlovable. So why am I not falling for him then? Am I?

It didn't take us too long to walk ourselves all the way to the shop. Talking to each other seemed like it cut off half of the time, so I really didn't notice.

He peered down the light pink blinds as I unlocked the front door. I expected Barbara not to be in today, as she told me that she was going out with her friend Donna for the day— just as I did with Jack yesterday.

Inside, I turned on the lights one by one, and Robin helped me take down the chairs from the top of the tables.

"You're going to be here all alone?" he asked—dusting off a round lemon yellow table.

I shrugged, "Yeah, well, except if you're staying."

"That'd be too clingy of me," he laughed, his eyes sparkling as he did so. "Plus, I'm not fit for this pastel ice palace of yours, my lovely snow queen."

I laughed along with him, knowing that this best friend (or whatever he is now) of mine was the complete opposite of me in these terms.

He was classic, dark tones and blues. I was pastel, mint green and pinks. He was the summer sun—bright, full of sunshine, and that beachy hair-do. I was the winter snow—calm, utterly uninteresting, and patient.

I wonder how we manage to get along.

"I'll see you later, Star," he said softly—kissing my forehead, which made me think that this was going to be a habit of his.

"Star?" I asked him in an almost amused tone. "New nickname, now?"

"I thought 'love' was a little too cheesy," he laughed. "And whatever is better than 'Robstar' then?"

"Good point," I told him... and then I realized what that meant seconds after I agreed.

I can't... Jack's everything to me... Well, he used to be— until I realized so much that I didn't know about him. That I've only been studying about his life, his biography, but inside myself, he was a stranger to me.

Robin started to make his way to the door when I called him out, "Robin!"

He turned around, and I said, "If Robstar was a ship, I think it's sailing quite smoothly."

This made him flash a very wide smile that didn't disappear when he was outside of the shop. It was still there, and I don't think it's going out.

With him gone, my invisible double weighing scale got back into my head: Robin, or Jack?

What have I gotten myself into?

- - - - - Jack - - - - - ➳

As far as I've observed here in my stay here in North Carolina, the whole days were usually quiet- making room for the chirping of the birds, and the soft rushes of the waves near the set. Only a few people were out on the streets where we were filming, not because we prohibited them to, but because there simply weren't that much people. I liked that. It felt like a vacation from the world that knew me as a guy in the movies. I felt like everyone in the place was oblivious of who I was, and I truly wanted to be that way.

As much as this was my dream, I always felt like what would my life be if I never uploaded that YouTube video of me... I would have just been Jack Overland— a small town kid in California, and not Jack Frost- the biggest phony heartthrob the media's been playing with.

I'm not truly confident, unlike what the media tells the whole world I was. I was insecure at most times, and anxious at the others. I didn't like to fail. I didn't want anybody to make a fool out of me, moreover, I didn't want to make a fool out of myself, so I try to refrain from doing the things I used to do, for the sake of my image.

Rollerblading was one of my favorite things to do before I went famous. Jamie and I would slide down the hills of my parents' winter house all day, and nobody stopped me then. Now, I'm told to lay off those things for my image and for my privacy, though I often go rebellious and go to skateparks in a hoodie. I'm successful at times, but usually I would get caught and the press sees it. Manny had to go down to a fight with them to avoid the pictures from being released into the public. A young carefree teenager was not the image that he wanted me to be, unfortunately.

This is why I sort of regret this life that I have chosen. Nevertheless, I'm way thrilled to have such loyal fans who support me in everything, and that keeps me going on. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have reached these nerve-wracking heights. Nerve-wracking, but worth it for them.

I was not exactly needed in the set today. The scene that took place in the filming were some scenes that needed Deandra alone, so I had to stay inside the trailer once again.

"I warned you," Manny barged into my trailer— caught me with a red flag.

I stood up as I tried to explain, "I promise this won't ruin my image. Please, Manny."

"You always want to disobey me," he complained. "I told you since we are making this movie, the only person you could possibly date is Deandra."

"You can't make me," I raised my voice. Was he being undoubtedly irradical? How could you use romantic relationships into raising a business?

Manny looked at me very smugly, "I can't, but when all of this goes down because of you, you'll be crawling back to me, and I'll be stirring a pot filled with 'I told you so's'"

"I won't mess this up," I replied to him— as he dared me to. "Elsa means a lot to me. We can make it out of this mess."

"Oh, trust me," he said as he was walking out of the door. "I'll have a very hard consequence for you when you come back and complain about papers of you and Elsa being printed."

I was dumbfounded.

I was worried. My heart raced all on its own, and I couldn't stop it for a moment to think.

I was scared. I wanted to protect Elsa from the media at all costs. She can't put up with this— she can't put up with me.

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From: [email protected]

Sent: Friday, June 12, 4:50 p.m. [NCT]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Fun Day

Dear Jack,

I think I'm ready with my plan. I'll be heading out, too. Do you mind gracing Flurries with your presence to pick me up?

Love,
Elsa

- - - - - - - - - - ➳

From:[email protected]

Sent: Friday, June 12, 5:00 p.m. [NCT]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Fun Day

Hey Angel,

Excited as hell. I'll be there in a minute.

From,
Jack

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"Hey, angel," I greeted Elsa as I got inside Flurries. Nobody was inside, as the 'Closed' sign was flipped on the door. "How's your day?"

"Cold, sweet. Just the norm," she smiled—hanging her apron on the peg. "I'm finally done for today, so we're off to go."

All of a sudden, her phone rang, and she answered it, "Hello?"

"Oh, hi!" she sang into the phone. "Yeah, I'll be going in a minute."

There was a long pause for a while, but her expression didn't change. She was still smiling, which was indeed very contagious.

"Movie nights, yes," she said. "We'll always do that."

She nodded a few more times before saying goodbye to the person, laughing a little bit.

"Who was that?" I asked her, helping her put up the stools onto the tables.

"My best friend Robin," she giggled.

I tilted my head, "Just 'best friend'?"

She hesitated for a moment, and I knew something was up.

"Y-Yes," she replied cooly. "Of course he is."

I nodded, knowing that there must be something more than their friendship of theirs. I'm not jealous, really. She's not even my girlfriend, so I have no right to be. Right?

"Come on," she said- punching my shoulder. "We do the movie nights always, like a tradition."

"I feel so slow in the game, then," I replied. "We need to make a tradition, too."

"These hang-outs seem like one," she laughed.

We have already stepped out of the shop, as she locked the door in.

"So," I started out. "Where are we going?"

"I'm not at all sure about what you would like to do for the night, so I decided on something pretty easy that almost all guys might like," she said— avoiding my question.

"Just tell me, angel," I flashed her a smile. She blushed a little, which I had to admit that was very, very cute.

"It's hardly anything fancy or five-star, so if you're looking for something like that, I guess we could—"

"Angel, anything with you is magic," I said, taking her hand into mine.

She smiled again, this time with a giddy feeling into it. I swear, if this stalling goes any longer, I could absolutely kiss her to get the plan out. Well, even if there wasn't a plan, I would still kiss her. She's horribly hard to resist, and somehow, I want it that way.

"It's pretty simple, really," she started out once again. "Actually really plain and boring, but—"

Damn it. I quickly kissed her lips— catching her by surprise. Her eyes were wide, and her cute blush went all over from her cheeks to her forehead.

"Tell me already, or I'll do it again," I said with a smile.

She smiled, "Well, I kind of agree with both of the conditions."

Ugh, how could anyone be so stubborn and utterly charming at the same time?

"Elsa, please," I pleaded.

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, fine."

"We're going rollerblading."

A/N: EEEYYYOOOOO MADE IN THE A.M. IS OUT AAAAYYOOOOO <3

I like stalling Elsa. She's cute :3 But Jack's cuter tho.

They're acting like a wee lovesick couple, but they aren't lol.

Hope you like this fluffy RobinxElsaxJack chapter. Made it a tad long, to make up for those weeks that I didn't update. Sorry about that!

Anywhale, what's your favorite song off Made in the A.M.? Mine is pretty obvious ;)

If you haven't listened to it, though. lol u've never lived bruh.

xoxo,
Julienne