Jack POV
We were in my living room eating pizza and I couldn't stop sneaking glances at (Y/N). Why did she kiss my cheek? And more importantly why can't I think of anything else?! I thought despairingly as we ate. She looked over at me and I froze. Oh shit! She noticed me sta- glancing...at...her... Did I almost just say I was staring?!...because I'm...I'm definitely not staring at her. Wait why am I defending myself to myself anyw- my thoughts were rudely interrupted by a couch pillow hitting me in the face. It dropped to my lap and I glared at the two sniggering girls in front of me.
"Ok who threw that?" Emma's arm immediately shot out to point at (Y/N) who almost casually raised her hand.
"Your eyes kinda glazed over there snowflake, we thought you'd died." She explained smirking. I groaned at the nickname and replied,
"Don't call me that here...." Her smirk widened maddeningly and almost coyly asked,
"Why not? You never complain about it when I call you it at school, do you snowflake." I balked at this. She's right... I've... Never told her not to call me that before. Then again.... Suddenly a streak of white flew out from under a chair and curled up purring in (Y/N)'s lap. She sat with her arms held slightly above her head, pizza flopping slightly in her left hand before she lowered her hands and pet the fluffy white hand that had taken over her lap.
"That is why you don't call that nickname in this house." I said with a chuckle.
"So... Let me get this straight Jack, you have a cat named Snowflake, my nickname for you since we were three is snowflake-am I missing anything?" I shook my head starting to feel embarrassed.
"Ok so... That's a thing and you've never said anything about it our entire lives." She continued starting to laugh quietly. I just put my head in my lap and tried not to bust up laughing purely out of shame. Emma however had no qualms, in fact she almost started choking because she started laughing halfway through a piece of pizza. I tried to help her while (Y/N) ran into the kitchen to get some water. When she came back she had a slightly bemused look on her face.
(Time skip because I've run out of things to write😅)
(Y/N) and I were cleaning the dishes in the kitchen but she seemed like she wasn't even in the same room.
"Hey, you in there?" I asked nudging her with my shoulder. She blinked and looked over at me with a startled look, like she'd forgotten I was there.
"Huh? Oh! Sorry I was just thinking...." She mumbled staring off into space. I sighed and stopped drying my plate so I could turn to her.
"Ok spill, what's wrong? You don't know someone as long as we've known each other without it becoming pretty obvious when somethings bothering them." I said leaning against the sink as she turned off the water and sighed.
"Your dad's business card.... It says Winter Smith, I thought your name was Frost..." The question was clear the second she said it and she looked ashamed for asking about it.
"Oh yeah, he's my stepdad, never knew my real one." I said nonchalantly, ignoring the slight pang in my chest at the thought.
"O-oh! I-I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have brought it up........" She mumbled looking down. Honestly I'm not sure what caused me to do what I did next but I didn't regret it. I gently placed a finger under her chin and turned her head to look at me.
"Hey, it's fine. My mom says he used to travel a lot for his job and died in an accident, I've always had my stepdad so I was never bothered, besides it's not a crime to be curious about someone." I said a small, comforting smile playing on my lips. Like how I'm curious about how I never noticed how beautiful you are. I thought dreamily as we just stood there for a minute. HOLD ON! WHAT?! I dropped my hand and stepped back quickly.
"A-anyway let's just um..Finish these dishes and I'll walk you home ok?" I asked turning back to the sink.
"R-right!" She replied a slight blush on her face. I felt myself smirking as I shot her glances while I dried a cup. We didn't talk much while we worked but just as she was starting on the last plate she dropped it and yelled,
"Ow! Hot!" And purely out of big brother reflex I grabbed her hand and kissed the finger that had gotten burned. We both froze for one long, half awkward moment before I turned fire truck red and jumped back dropping her hand.
"I am so sorry! Emma burns herself all the time, and it's kinda become a reflex, and I kinda just reacted on instinct-I mean reflex!" I rambled praying that she wouldn't slap me but she just kinda stood frozen staring at her hand.
"....nks....." She mumbled after a minute a light blush spreading across her face.
"H-huh?" I asked feeling confused. She curled her hand into a fist and in a voice barely above a whisper she said,
"I said thanks..... There's no way I'dve had time for the water to cool down and it would have taken too long to get ice so.....thanks..." I blinked and murmured,
"No problem...." I told her to grab some ice and sit down in the living room while I handled the last plate. She just nodded quietly and walked out of the room leaving me feeling completely lost.
I have officially stepped into an alternate dimension... I thought once I finished I walked into the living room and saw her sitting on the couch.
"Come on, I'll walk you home." She looked over at me in surprise and said,
"You know you don't have to do that right....?" I tossed her her coat and responded,
"My mom would kick my ass if I didn't." She laughed and we headed over to her house.