Flight of the Princess 3

Flight of the Princess 3

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy



Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy



Jack goes up on a sugar high. Why? Read to find out.
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Jack goes up on a sugar high. Why? Read to find out.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Flight of the Princess 3

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The man in the moon does a little bit of explaining for Vanessa.

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Submitted: December 11, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 11, 2012




Before we left the next day, we had a slight issue to take care of first. It was Jack’s birthday. I knew when I woke up. How? Because Jack leaned over me and said so.

“It is?” I muttered sleepily. He nodded. I sat up and stretched, yawning.

If it was his birthday, then I would get up no matter what time it was. That time so happened to be five a.m. I groaned, but what’s a girlfriend to do? I put on a smile no matter how badly I wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep.

Once I was dressed, we went downstairs to the kitchen to get some cake ready. We got to have a bit of a laugh before that. We found Tiana there, asleep, leaning on the mixer. We tried so hard not to laugh while we crammed her in the broom closet. We didn’t want to wake her up.

I got the cake batter ready with a bit of help from Jack. He was nowhere to be found while I made the frosting. I wasn’t sure if it tasted right, so I tracked him down and let him taste it.

“What was that?” asked Jack, dipping his finger in the bowl for more.

“It’s frosting. Does it taste right?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had it before. But I love it.” said Jack, taking the bowl out of my hands and walked away with it.

I stared in shock at my empty hands for a minute. When I looked up, he was gone. Normally, I would have chased after him and teased him, but it was his birthday. I didn’t know how old he was now, but if he’d never had frosting before, I figured let him have it. He was the one who was going to have a sugar hangover tomorrow, not me.

I got really angry by seven. I had made twelve more bowls of frosting. Every time one was done, Jack would come into the kitchen, take it, and leave again. When I was done the thirteenth bowl, I waited for him to come for it. When he did, I asked him what he was planning on doing with it. His eyes lit up (whether from excitement or sugar shock, I’m still not sure) and he led me to the ballroom.

How he’d managed to cover all that space with only twelve bowls of frosting, I’ll never know. It was everywhere, on the chandelier, in mountains on the floor covering the walls. I turned a circle, staring around uncomprehendingly. How? That was the only question in my mind. Suddenly, something gooey and sticky hit me in the back of the head. Then I realized what it must have been. I gagged at the thought of it. There was frosting in my hair!

I turned around and there was Jack, smiling as though this was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

“Jack, that is disgusting! Do you know how long it’s going to take me to get this out of my hair? And we have to leave today!” I groaned. Before I could make a move to leave, he nailed me right in the face with another one.

“I am Jack Frosting!” cried Jack as he rolled up two more.

I saw his eyes and knew right from the maniacal light behind them that he was on a sugar high. His first, no doubt. He just kept throwing them at me until I was forced to take cover. Tiana must have woken up because she came out the door that led into the kitchen. Jack nailed her as well. She ran to take cover with me.

“Sugar high?” she asked. I nodded. “Frosting?” I nodded again. “I know what to do. But we have to make it to the kitchen without being hit again.”

That was harder said than done. Yes, I said harder said than done. It was easier to do it than to say it because the other girls came into the ballroom. He bombarded them and we made it to the kitchen while his attention was diverted. Once we were inside, Tiana got to work, mixing and pouring and stirring and cooling. When she was done, she had what looked like a ball of frosting in her hand.

“What is that?” I asked.

“To be honest, I’m still not sure. All I know is that if it gets in your mouth, you pass out instantly. That’s the only way to come off of a sugar high. It’s saved me from listening to constant jabbering more times than I can count. If you can get it into his mouth, we’ll be home free.”

“How long will he be asleep for?” I asked, taking the thing.

“Between twenty and twenty four hours. Rough estimate. He has a fast regeneratin’ rate, so maybe less.”

“What?” She had confused me.

“He might not be asleep for very long at all.” She said it slowly, as though to a little child.

“But what if he is? We have to go somewhere today! How long would it take him to come off of it on his own?”

“About the same amount of time and that doesn’t even include how long he’d be asleep for.”

“Well, I guess this is our only chance of actually making it out of here today.” I sighed and put my free hand on her shoulder. “If I don’t come back in five minutes…”

“I should panic and run?”

“No. It means it worked and I’m washing my hair.”

I bravely opened the door and walked into the ballroom. I flew up beside Jack. He turned to face me, poised to throw, but I held up my hands in surrender.

“I came to help you. Here!” I said, squashing the thing into his mouth. Some actually went in. He wiped the rest off.

“What was..?” He passed out cold before he could finish his question. I caught him. He was surprisingly light for his size.

The other girls all ran squealing for their own separate bathrooms to get the frosting out of their hair. I carried Jack down to my room and threw him on the couch. I went into the shower to get all the frosting out of my hair. While I was in there, I figured it was safe to sing. No one was going to hear. I don’t like singing in public, or even just around other people for that matter, not even now. I thought over which one it was that I should sing and chose my favorite song in the whole world.

Heart beats fast, colors and promises, how to be brave. How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. Love you for a thousand more. I heard a noise and stopped. I waited a minute and starting humming the song because it was an amazing song, but I didn’t want anyone to hear me sing.

I hopped out of the shower, dried my hair, and got dressed. When I opened the door, lo and behold, there was Jack, not only awake, but standing and clapping. His eyes were normal, so I knew he wasn’t all sugar high anymore. I blushed.

“Did you hear that?” I hissed.

“No,” he said sarcastically. “I’m clapping because you opened the door.”

I gave him a teasing shove, but hugged him so he knew I wasn’t seriously angry with him.

“Tiana said you’d be out for at least a day, but I guess she forgot to factor in your stubbornness.”

“Oh, so that’s why you shoved that thing into my mouth. What was that anyways?”

“Nobody knows, not even Tiana.”

“No, not that. I was eating frosting, a lot of frosting, and then everything went all…fuzzy.”

“That is called a sugar high. It’s what happens when you have too much sugar. The only cure is sleeping.”

“Well, I’m not on a sugar high anymore.”

“I know, and thank God for that!”

Jack gagged. “I’m never eating frosting again.”

“You say that now, but frosting is addictive. I used to eat cans of it when I was little. Every time I would finish one, I’d feel so sick that I would swear I’d never eat a lick of frosting again. I’d eat another can the next day.”

“And your mother let you?” I nodded. “I retract my earlier statement about her being boring. She sounds awesome now.”

“Only because she’d let you eat all the frosting you wanted, right?”

“Yep, pretty much.”

“You’re weird Jack.”

“I’m weird? You have white hair and you’re calling me weird?”

“You have white hair too, and you’ve had it longer.”

“I only have it because I saved someone’s life.”

“I only have it because I saved your life, twice, I might add.”

“I only remember you saving me once.”

“The trolls? The ones who would have ripped your limbs off if I hadn’t stepped in?”

“Oh, right. There was that.”

We both laughed. We kissed and headed downstairs to clean the mess Jack had made. Once we were down there, we saw that it was already clean. Tiana, Rapunzel, Cinderella, and Giselle had gotten there first. I tried to apologize, but they shrugged it off.

“Don’t sweat it. We had some fun cleaning up that big a mess. Didn’t we, girls?” asked Cinderella. All of the other girls laughed that laugh that people laugh when there’s an inside joke.

“Well, since there’s nothing left to do until this afternoon, how about I teach you how to make a snow day?”

“What’s the difference? Isn’t it just a day when it snows that children so happen to have to go to school on?”

Everyone in the room gasped and stared at me in surprise. Giselle burst out into tears. Cinderella patted her on the back and glared daggers at me.

“Vanessa, there is a major difference. Imagine this; it’s Friday. You have a math test you didn’t study for. You look out the window and see that at least two feet of snow has fallen, preventing you from going to school. You and your friends get to go outside and have fun instead of going to school,” said Jack. I still didn’t get it, but I said nothing. “That’s why I send snowstorms on school days, because I love to see the looks on children’s faces when they realize that they don’t have to go to school.”

Jack led me down to a local village. Only one kid could see Jack and none of them could see me, so we got to work in peace. I started out with a small blizzard, just enough to block the roads. We both made it cold enough that none of the parents wanted their kids to walk to school all the way in the next town.

“Okay, now to start off the fun. Make a snowball and blow on it.” I did so and it developed a new layer, blue and sparkly. I threw it at the little girl who could see Jack and she fell over, that’s how hard I hit her.

She stood up, looking angry. Then the blue sparkles surrounded her eyes and she laughed.

“Okay, who threw that?” she asked with a laugh.. When she got no reply, she whipped one at a boy.

“Josey Bryant, not fair!” said the boy.

“You threw first!” insisted Josey.

Soon they were all throwing snow balls. Jack laughed and threw a bunch of his own. He pulled me in next to him and we both joined in the fun.

“Free-for-all!” exclaimed Jack, throwing more.

I laughed. That’s when I understood how truly awesome a snow day really was. Snow ball fights were better than any day at school. Any day, even one with a pizza party. I laughed and continued to throw as many snow balls as I could. Everything seemed to go away. All that seemed real was this snow ball fight right now. Before I knew it, all the children were running back to their houses to eat lunch.

“Oh my God! We’re going to be late! We’ve got stuff to do today!” I exclaimed, dropping the snowball in my hand.

“And that is another use for a snow ball fight; it’s a great time killer. But we do have to go.” said Jack. Josey saw he was leaving and grabbed his arm.

“What about the snow day? Aren’t you going to keep playing with us?” asked the kid.

“I really, really, really want to stay. Like, very badly. But I have to go to Neverland today and then later on save the world.”

“Will you come back?”

“Maybe, I like this village. If I don’t die, I’ll come back. Just keep on believing in me, will you?”

She nodded energetically and ran back to her house. She was looking at Jack when she was running, so she slammed into the doorframe and fell in the snow. We were laughing so hard that we both fell over and didn’t see her go inside. Once we had recovered, we flew back up to the castle again. Rapunzel, Merida, Kida, and Hiccup were all waiting in the main corridor with Mickey.

“Where were you?” asked Kida.

“Having a snow ball fight.” I replied.

“Well, I hope you all have a fast and pleasant journey. One thing first. Since it has mysteriously started to snow,” he stared at both of us. “You have been loaned a carriage by Cinderella. If you hook Toothless up to it, you should make good time. And your bags have already been packed and loaded into the carriage, so don’t worry about that. I bid thee good bye, farewell, yadda, yadda, yadda. I’ll see you in a little while.”

He walked away before any of us could respond. We all shrugged and went out to the stables. Sure enough, there was Cinderella’s white carriage waiting for us. The rest of us climbed in and waited while Merida and Hiccup hooked Toothless up to it. They climbed in the front and we were off. We hit some rough spots along the way and we arrived mostly beat up, except for me. What happened was that my bag was apparently opened and all of the stuff in it flew out and the others got beat up by my stuff. I was fine, but none of the others were.

Next, we had to find Peter and Wendy. Mickey hadn’t told them we were coming and he hadn’t warned us that they were going to be hiding. We found them, after three hours and a lot of wandering, underground of course. Rapunzel actually did when she fell down a hollow tree stump. I’m still not sure how that actually happened.

Then we had to convince them that we weren’t enemies. They thought that we were spies sent by the pirates to earn their trust and find their hideout. It took a lot of explaining and convincing, five hours worth, if you can believe it, but they finally let us go.

“So Mickey sent you here to help us? He must think we’re in pretty hot water to send you in.” Peter said with his arms crossed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded, my arms crossed as well.

“Well, we can handle our own problems usually. If we need help, then something very terrible is about to happen.”

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