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Growing Pains	By : Kylee_Phoenix Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 3193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or The Guardians of Childhood Series, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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            Jack's eyes scanned Jamie's room for some clue of what he had been up to in here, and he noticed all the sketches on the wall. They were carefully hidden from the view of the outside world, but as he walked over to look at them more closely, he couldn't imagine why. They were so good!
            He looked back at Jamie, grinning.
            "You drew these?"
            Jamie nodded, that sadness renewed and raw in his eyes.
            Jack marveled at how realistic the sketches were, and he began to realize that they were all of him. There were closeups of his face, his eyes, his lips, and even pictures of him playing out in the snow with the kids this year, his blue hoodie covered in intricate veins of frost and his shepherd's crook in hand. Jack's eyes roved to a sketch of him without his hoodie on, bare chested, with an enchanted snowball in his hand, winding back to throw it at someone out of the picture.
            That was strange. When he thought back, he couldn't remember ever having taken it off. Had Jamie imagined this scene and drawn it from his mind? Jack swelled with pride in his friend at that idea.
            "I didn't know you could do this." He smiled at him. "What other talents have you been keeping from me?" He punched him in the arm playfully. "Do you have any other drawings? I'd love to see them."
            Jamie blushed and swallowed hard. The very last thing he wanted to do was show Jack all the sketches he hadn't pinned up on the wall. They were his demons to bear, alone.

Brave, Honest and Loyal
            The words echoed in his mind, and he realized, more than anything, that he wanted them to be true again.
            "I have some other ones, but they're kind of. . ." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, averting his eyes. Finally he finished his thought, looking into Jack's eyes again. ". . . embarrassing."
            Jack smiled supportively and placed his hand on Jamie's shoulder. The touch caused Jamie to flinch a little, but he didn't move away.
            "I want to see them." Jack looked into Jamie's eyes, a genuine and sincere expression in them. "I want to see you, just like you saw me, remember?"
            Jamie nodded.
            "I'd like that," he said, letting his heart hope, just the tiniest bit, that maybe Jack really could see him for who he was and still want to, even if he himself was confused by the person he saw in the mirror lately.
            Jamie walked over to the locked chest at the end of his bed and took the key out of his pocket, unlocking it and retrieving the sketchbook that contained all of his forbidden fantasies inside of it.
            He took a breath, gathered his courage and placed his dark secrets into Jack's hands.
            The Guardian of fun took the sketchbook and opened it, handling each of the loose pages carefully. He understood that these were particularly important to Jamie, though he didn't know exactly why yet.
            He scanned the details of the first sketch. It took him a few moments to actually process what he was seeing beyond beautiful curving lines and artfully penciled shadows, but when the shapes came into focus, he recognized his own face. He smiled broadly, taking pleasure in the fact that Jamie had chosen him as the subject of his sketches. It proved Jamie did still like him and had been thinking of Jack even while shutting him out. As other details began to present themselves to him more clearly, his eyes went wide.
            The first sketch was an echo back to the scene of Jack without a shirt on, snowball in hand. In this version, however, he was completely nude and seeming blissfully unaware of it as he prepared to launch the magic filled ball of winter fun at someone off the page.
            For the first time since they'd met, Jack was seeing himself through Jamie's eyes, and for the first time since he'd become something other than human, Jack felt a blush creep up on his pale face.
            As uncomfortable as the drawing was making him, he refused to put the pages down. He'd told Jamie he wanted to see him, and while he hadn't realized that this would entail seeing himself in an entirely new way, he was determined to hold to what he'd said. Jack wanted to show him that whoever Jamie was now and whoever he was to become, Jack would never stop wanting to see him.
            The next sketch sent an entirely new and more virulent wave of heat spreading across his face, but he kept his eyes on the page, taking in the image in front of him. The drawing depicted him naked and lying down sideways on Jamie's bed, posing with a familiar look of mischief on his face.
            He hadn't seen himself with no clothes on in a long time, but judging from his memory, the sketches were oddly and unbelievably accurate. Questions surged through his mind. How could Jamie know what I look like naked? Why has Jamie been drawing me this way?
            Jamie watched Jack's reactions nervously and intently. First was the most pure expression of being stunned and absolutely caught off guard, and after that came the blush. Instead of embarrassing him further, that actually made Jamie smile. He had been afraid of a myriad of different negative reactions, from anger to disgust and rejection, but instead he was greeted with the most honest and innocent one, a blush.
            As Jamie reached up and felt the blush on his own face, he realized the reason for it was shifting. He was no longer embarrassed. The heat creeping over his face now was caused by that desire to kiss Jack that he'd felt earlier, but it had grown ten times stronger. He smiled to himself as he felt his bravery coming back to him.
            Aligning with Jamie's thoughts, Jack flipped to a sketch of himself kissing Jamie. It was the first drawing that had depicted anyone other than Jack, and it seemed important for that reason. There was no nudity in it, just lips pressing against lips, but it felt infinitely more revealing and intimate than the first two. When he finally looked up from this drawing, he saw something in Jamie's eyes that both scared and excited him.
            Eight years ago after Jamie had first seen Jack, the battle with Pitch had confirmed what Jack had already realized after reliving the forgotten memory tucked into his teeth. His center was fun and he a playful sprite, frozen in boyhood forever.
            Now Jack was beginning to see Jamie really appear to him for the first time. Jamie was shedding the skin of boyhood and emerging as a man. His center was something uniquely adult. Jack did not fully understand it yet, but he wanted to.
            He'd seen glimpses of it in those sketches. It was something wild and free like his was, but where his was cold and based in winter, Jamie's was burning hot and belonged in the sweltering rays of summer sunshine. It was the center of the artist, the being who possessed a burning urge to create.
            There was a new and urgent question on his mind.
            Could these two worlds really collide without destroying one or both of them in the process?
            Jack was never meant to be anything more than what he was. He was never meant to want anything but to have fun with the kids, playing in the snow and keeping the magic of winter alive. It was his purpose and everything that he loved, but suddenly he found himself wanting more. He wanted to taste this world that Jamie was crossing into, slipping further away from him as the moments passed.
            He tucked the page back into the sketchbook, and placed it carefully on Jamie's nightstand. Rising from the bed and walking over to Jamie, Jack stood as closely to his friend as he dared.
            "Jamie," he said a little nervously but still looking him in the eyes.
            Jamie smiled back at him, more confidently now. It seemed the tables had turned. Where once stood a blushing, nervous boy with some sketches in his hand, there was a blushing, nervous winter spirit, wanting to understand what those sketches were all about.
            "Yes Jack?"
            For the first time in history, Jack Frost had chills. They were stampeding up and down his back like night mares, but this felt more like a dream.
            "Kiss me."
            Jamie grinned, the curve of a bright Summer sun ray slipping sneakily around the corner of a shadow to overtake it by surprise.
            Before Jack could really ready himself for the shock of melting heat, Jamie pressed his blazing lips firmly against the Guardian's own frosty mouth.
            Their hearts both raced at the intimate impact, and lips lingered longingly in at attempt to make the moment last forever.
            At last they parted, smiling at each other.
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