Frost in the air
Name: Frost in the air
Rating: M
Summary: Meet Alex Shaw, your typical teenager. Getting good grades, surviving the winter, doing essays and her parents forever away working...Oh and did I mention? She's falling for Jack Frost.
A/N: You guys should be happy I made this story! Do you know how hard it is to write a story while trying to practice for clarinet, study for tests and all this other crap? You probably do but that doesn't stop my rant. Anyway! To the story!
It was snowing, and snow meant no school, and no school meant snow day. Alex jumped out of bed, her fluffy socks making it impossibly hard to run on her polished wooden floor. "Out the way!" She shouted, it echoed around the empty house. Shoving her door opened while on her mad dash and she cringed as it slammed against the wall with a big bang.
Grabbing the keys of the table and skidding to a halt in front the back door, Alex unlocked it and shoved it open, trying to pull her wellies on at the same time. After shrugging her hoodie on, she ran outside, laughing as she nearly tripped and at the snow falling. "God, I haven't had a snow day in ages!" she complained as she fell to the ground and started making a snow angle. Her nose began to nip and she smiled then mumbled, "Jack Frost nipping at your nose"
A low chuckle echoed through the backyard and Alex's eyes shot open, trying to locate where it came from. Unable to control the hot curling sensation in her stomach, a blush pooled to her cheeks.
"You know, people usually don't remember me, but it's nice to find someone your age does." Alex looked up and her breath got caught in her throat as she stared into ice blue eyes. She finally realised it was a boy around her age, with snow white messy hair, those gorgeous blue eyes, pale skin and pale, pink lips. She allowed her eyes to travel downward, looking at his deep blue hoodie, which was frosted around the collar and cuffs, the dark brown trousers and his bare feet. Her eyebrows furrowed at that one.
"What are you looking at?" He asked as he looked up to the sky, confused. Alex's jaw dropped as she struggled to get words out of her mouth, "Ah...Um, wha-I don't-" The boy looked even more confused than before and Alex shook her head before spitting out "I mean, who are you?" The boy's eyes widened as he looked around then back down at her, "Wait, you can see me?" Alex nodded. "You can see me, you can actually see me!" He yelled as he spun around before flying into the air. Alex sputtered, he was flying!
"Oh, good God." She mumbled, scrambling to get up, her thoughts scattering in different directions.
Try to get into the house.
I'm delusional.
Crazy boy!
As her hand touched the handle to the door, another covered hers and she screamed before backing up in terror. "Hey! Hey! Calm down!" The boy was back, and in her face, his calm blue eyes locking onto her eyes, his hands on her shoulders. He placed his fingers under her chin, pulling her head up and bent his head down whispering "Calm down, I'm not going to do anything."
Alex blinked, "Who are you?"
The boy straightened up, a grin forming on his lips, "Me? I'm Jack Frost!" He puffed his chest out in fake pride. Alex's lips parted in disbelief, before closing it with a snap. "Jack Frost? You're kidding right? Are you on drugs?" The boy cocked his head to the side, unsure of what she meant. "Drugs? What are-Oh you mean those things people like to smoke, or sniff?"Alex nodded. "Well, no. I'm not on drugs."
The cold started to seep in through her clothes, she could feel the goosebumps raising on her arms and the shiver working up her spine. Jack seemed to notice and stepped out of her way, opening the back door at the same time. Alex shot past him, slamming the door behind her and locking it. She placed her hand over her heart as her breaths came out in short puffs. She then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Her waist length blonde hair was slightly damp, covered in snowflakes. Her light brown eyes shined in the lights and the long black eyelashes that framed them, had snowflakes hanging on the edge of them, her nose and cheeks were bright red. She then noticed the faint frost designs on the shoulders of her hoodie, exactly where the boy had put his hands. A frown pulled at her lips, "Nope, definitely not. He can't be Jack Frost..."
Jack sat at the window, frost curling on the window at a slow pace. A smile tugged at his lips as the girl he met today, smoothed down her hair and poked at her blushing cheeks.
Heh...Cute...
A/N: Anyone enjoy it? I know it's short, it's just I have major writing block and I'm sitting here pulling my eyelids, willing the ideas to pop into my head.
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No luck so far