An Unhappy Reunion
Jack crouched on a bough, hugging his staff to himself. He was trying to keep still but he began to unconsciously bounce again. He had been waiting for this day with so much mixed feelings that he thought he was going crazy. His memory spun him back in time.
Two years ago.
"Hey Jack," a voice called out to him. He broke into a huge grin and swoop down from the skies to land lightly on Jamie's windowsill. The boy, now sixteen was heading off to college. "I just wanted to tell you I am leaving tomorrow." Jack hid is disappointment behind a smile.
"I hope that you have a good time there," Jack said his smile feeling wooden on his face. Jamie smiled a knowing smile at him.
"Don't worry Jack. I won't forget you." Dark eyes no longer looked up at him but instead straight into his own blue ones. But they still held that innocent childlike wonder in them. Jack felt tears welling up. He laughed them off and tried to wipe them away incognito. He jumped when he felt Jamie hug him. Still after so many years, he hadn't gotten used to being held. He hugged back the boy.
"I won't forget you too Jamie," he whispered.
Jamie had left the next day as he said. Jack was able to frost the car window as Jamie drove out of Burgess and into the wide world. Jack felt as if his heart had left him.
The sound of a car driving up the Bennett house made Jack bounce even more. He kept his promise to Jamie. He had never forgotten him. How could he forget the first child to see him? To touch him. But had Jamie kept his promise. Did he remember Jack? Or did the life outside of Burgess and the fact that Jamie had grown up and was now two years older meant that he no longer believed?
Jack heard voices at the front of the house. He wanted to go and spy and catch a glimpse of Jamie but he could not bring up the courage to do so. Jamie's bedroom window was open and the Jack could see right into the room. He would wait here. Jamie was bound to come to his room sometime.
What seemed like hours later Jack saw the door to Jamie's bedroom open. He rose to a crouch in anticipation. The person came in, hefting two suitcases which they dropped carelessly by the bed. The person then unslung their jacket and threw it equally carelessly on the bed. The person made a slow walk around the room, taking in everything from ceiling to floor. Then the person reached the window. Jack's mouth twisted in what can only be described as an anticipatory grimace. The person stopped to touch the curtains and run a finger along the windowsill. It was definitely a male somebody, but the face was still not clear. Then the boy looked up and right at Jack.
Brown eyes locked with blue ones. The boy's jaw dropped. Jack's jaw mirrored the fall. 'Beautiful' the word echoed in Jack's mind. It was Jamie. He would not forget those eyes anywhere. But the rest of Jamie was not so Jamie. The boy was tall now. Jack could spy the outlines of muscles elegantly framed by the boy's jersey. His hair was cut into messy spikes. His eyes were rimmed dark by eyeliner and his nails were painted black. Jamie took a step closer to the window, his face still mirroring disbelief. The sun glinted of the single eyebrow piercing, the lone spike in his bottom lip and the black spike that graced his left ear lobe. Jack felt even more weightless than normal as he floated down to rest familiarly on Jamie's windowsill. They both ran long looks up and down each other.
"Jack," the boy whispered. His voice had taken on a faint melodic deepness. "Jack Frost?" Jack nodded. Jamie reached out slowly and touched Jack's face. He shook his head then broke out into a huge smile. Jack smiled back and laughed.
"Jamie Bennett," he said in way of greeting, tilting his head the way the usually did when he used to visit the boy.
Suddenly the smile dropped off Jamie's face. Jack looked confused.
"Jamie? What's wrong Jamie?" he asked.
Jamie's face twisted into something ugly. He looked like he was trying to hold back tears. He gave a half sob and shoved Jack out the window. Jack spiraled back off the windowsill. He heard the windows slammed shut and the sound of the curtains being pulled. He caught himself before he landed and flew back up to Jamie's window.
"Jamie! Jamie!" he called, "What wrong Jamie?" There was no answer. He called again and even knocked lightly on the window pane. Silence answered him. He sighed and hung his head. What the heck was wrong with Jamie? He opened his mouth to call again but decided against it. He cast one more look at Jamie's window then began to slowly move off. Then on an impulse he flew back, touched his hand to Jamie's window and frosted the glass over with intricate patterns. As he flew away he hoped that Jamie would see them and know that his old friend was still there for him.