Jaime's POV

"So, where have you been?"

Jack shrugged in the corner of my room. "I've been around."

"Around, huh?" I chuckled.

"Yeah but I'm always here watching you, Jaybear."

I smiled softly. He's always so sweet.

"Hey, Jaime..."

I looked up from my phone to see him saunter over to the bed. "Hmm?"

He took a deep breath and twiddled his thumbs. "Look, I've been meaning to tell you for such a long time but I just...can't come out with it."

I leaned forward and grabbed his frosty cold hands. "You can tell me anything, Jack."

"This," he took another deep breath. "This is pretty deep stuff."

"Well, come on," I shuffled closer to him so our knees touched. "Out with it."

He flipped his hands over and grabbed them tightly. "Jaime, I-I love you."

"I love you too, Jackie," I proclaimed.

"No, I mean really. I love you, Jaime. Like I'm in love with you."

"I know."

He grinned. I blushed and shyly smiled.

He leaned in close slowly.

"You really are a slow kid, James," he said in a dark voice.

Black sand enveloped us as Pitch Black revealed himself.

He chuckled darkly to himself as he whisked the horse spirits and they galloped around the room.

"Time to go, invalid."

"Jaime, no!" Jack screamed from the window as he appeared that second.

Black sand flew around as we disappeared from the light of day into the black night.