Pinky promises.(6)

Had Jack been expecting that question. Definitely not!
He had been expecting something funny, or a dirty job. Not something embarrassing and personal, but at the same time he knew he had expected this when Aster had bought the subject back up.  
One did not suddenly tell a secret and not expect any information from the receiver of the secret. He just wasn't really willing to comply to the request.

The look on Bunny's face wasn't helping either. It seemed calm, but Jack knew all the emotions on his face. There was stress, happiness, irritation, concern, and the everlasting emotion that always adorned the pooka's face, hope.
The very emotion Aster prided himself in, the thing he was best giving. He had it with him always and would continue to give it out. Even when it wasn't the season of New beginnings Jack could see Aster trying his best to bring back the lost hope to children. He had even helped him regain the lost hope.
And that was something Jack had desperately needed.

"Jack," he could hear Bunny say as he called his name, taking him away form his thought," if you don't wanna tell me then ya don't have to, I'd understand."

The teen smiled," No, it's fine," he said reassuring his friend," I'll tell you. I mean if you're willing to put your trust in me and tell me yours I might as well follow suit."
    Bunny didn't seem to like what Jack said, because once Jack had finished his sentence Aster had frowned.  
"Jack, I don't want cha to fell obligated to tell me," he said, once again trying to make sure if jack was okay with telling him this information.
 He knew the Winter Spirit liked his privacy on matters like this just as much as he did. I didn't help that Aster would feel horrible if Jack had felt like he was being taken advantage of. He didn't want Jack to simply tell him because he was going to tell Jack his secrets.

Aster knew that secrets were called secrets for a reason. They were to never to be told to anyone else.  
 The only difference in Aster telling Jack was that he knew he could trust him, he had proved that to Aster already. And it's not like Jack had any use of the information, he obviously wouldn't even be able to hold it over him. If he did Aster wouldn't take to kindly to it and someone might be hurt in the process.
Though Aster doubted that any of it would happen.
Jack was a troublemaker, annoying at times, and some many other things that just didn't seem like the right thing to call his friend, but Bunny knew Jack wouldn't betray his friends. One of the ways he really drew people in, knowing that he would never betray them.  
       
         Jack pouted at the far away look Aster had now, it was clear the other was no longer paying attention, and that ticked him off a lot. He had this glossy look in his eyes, yet at the same time he was staring at Jack. It was really starting to creep the winter spirit out. Worse of it all was that he had been calling Aster's name for the past few minutes and the other took no interest in what he had to say.
Which of course made no sense since Aster had asked him to tell him his story in the first place!
Moving in ever closer into Bunny's face, he tried once more to get his attention by gently putting both hands on Aster's cheek and bringing his face close enough to the pooka that their noses almost touched.
With a breath in and out he opened his mouth as if to say something then yelled," PAY ATTENTION YOU STUPID KANGAROO!"

 To say that Aster was shocked was an understatement, Jack had almost given him a heart attack! He did his best to remain in place, and keep his face stoic but in the end was left with wide eyes and a breathless scream.  
"What the hell was that for, mate?!" He hadn't meant to sound so angry but when pooka's were in shock they tended to put more of a defense up, and anger just so happened to be Aster's.
 "Well maybe if you hadn't fazed out I wouldn't have had to yell," Jack said, quickly retaliating, angry that Aster had the audacity to yell at him
when he was the one who had asked to teen to talk. It wasn't as if he jumped on every opportunity to tell his life story.

They glared at each other for minutes, neither Jack's or Aster's  pride wanting to give up without a fight.  
 If looks could kill both would have been brutally murdered, and that was putting it the nice way.
 
   "Alright, I'm sorry, mate," Aster said finally giving up, accepting that he had been at fault." I shouldn't have blackened out like that."
Jack was smiling now. He had beat Aster and even got him to apologize. Few had ever gotten to do one of them to the pooka and Jack and just done both all in a matter of time. "Good," Jack said, smiling at the slightly frustrated Bunnymund," now how about I get onto the story then?"
 Aster quickly nodded his head in agreement, ready to get along with Jack's story, and happy that he had no more intruding thoughts. Then he saw Jack's smirk as he agreed.
 
     "Try not to blank out this time, Kangaroo," Jack said, grin as big as Cheshire cat's own smile.

Aster balked at the statement. He was letting the kid off to easy now, but he knew that if he didn't let it go, another staring contest was bound to start. And Aster was not in the mood to lose twice in a day.
"Just get on with the story, Snowflake," Aster replied.  

If Jack was allowed to get away with calling him things such as Kangaroo, Cottontail, he even let foo-foo slide, what was wrong with calling the little minx Snowflake?
Of course he didn't know that the nicknames he gave Jack weren't very insulting and Jack actually enjoyed them, but Aster really didn't need to know that bit of information.

"Alright then," Jack said taking in a big breath, then releasing it," how do you wanna start this?"
           "Anyway you feel comfortable with," came the reply of Aster," as long as you're okay with telling it."
Anyway he wanted to tell it? Jack hadn't really known how to start it, partially why he wished Aster had been more specific. But if learned anything from the multitude of stories he'd heard over the years hen he knew it was best to start at the beginning.
       

And there is chapter six my friends. Hope your not to mad that I ended it there, but I promise the next story will be dedicated to Jack's story. And I keep my promises...most of the time. Hahaha, well at least I've kept most of my promises for this story so far. Lol, just remembered that this story is called Pinky promises.

Hey, so I got a huge test tomorrow and another on Thursday and then some more next week, and so far I'm good on energy so I'm able to post, but don't be mad if I miss a day or two cause I'm tired. Just wanted to for worn you, so none of you think the story was suddenly forgotten. Well anyways that all the news I have for you for now, so see ya later in the next chapter.