Just One Winter
(A/N) Hello! This is my very first fan fiction, so any and all feedback would be amazing! There will be many more chapters, so don't worry. A very very special thanks to my two betas Nuttyspace (from Deviant Art), and katherine0301 (also from Deviant Art)
Key: (y/n) = your name. (e/c) = Eye colour
-Chapter 1-
You let out a sigh of relief when the warm heat from your house hits your face. You've been outside for hours with your friends, and your jeans were soaked, and you're starting to feel the chill in your legs. Your house was quiet, which was odd for your house, even after your brother moved away to university this past September. No television on, no talking, no music playing. Completely silent.
You walked into your kitchen and saw a note taped to your refrigerator. You grabbed it and started reading it as you were taking off your winter gear.
(y/n),
We had to go to a meeting out of town for work. Sorry it's so last minute. We're going to be gone for a couple weeks. Don't know for sure. Sorry to leave you so soon after Christmas. There's $100 for groceries on top of the fridge. We love you!
Mom & Dad
You let out a disgruntled sigh. It was bad enough that your parents worked together, and had to do the same thing. But it was even worse when they had to constantly up and leave at any given moment.
Alone for the Christmas break
"Great" you said and went to you room to get out of your wet jeans.
You put on some of your favourite music, and changed into some new jeans and changed your sweat shirt.
After fixing up your hair and putting your wet clothes in the hamper, you went to the living room to watch some TV.
You flipped through the channels for a while
"Day time TV sucks~!" you complain out loud to yourself.
You turn off whatever dumb show the channel was turned to, and walked over to the window. Fresh snow had started to fall, and it was so fluffy and perfect that you couldn't contain your excitement.
Normally you were not too fond of the snow, but during Christmas break, who were you to complain? That was what winter was about, right?
Throwing on your still wet winter clothes, you rush outside and into your front yard. Your street was pretty much always empty since no one in your neighbourhood had any kids.
No one to see you smiling to yourself like an idiot, and no one to hear you, you started to sing a few of the Christmas carols you know by heart. You walked down the street, just wandering aimlessly.
The snow fell harder as the day wore on, and coated your eyelashes a number of times. Even though your clothes were wet, you were not all that cold, just uncomfortable.
The day quickly turned to night, and the street lights started to glow.
"Shit" you exclaim as the first of the lights started to come on.
Walking quicker now, you started looping back to your house. Luckily recognizing where you were even through the thick layer of snow, you estimated that it would still take you close to a half an hour to get home.
The darkness brought cold, and the cold made you shiver. Now cold, wet, and in the dark, you started to get scared. Who knows who may be in the shadows of the cold night?
"Just keep going, (y/n)" you say to yourself to keep your mind off it.
The shadows were becoming darker, and almost started to resemble shapes. Horses?
Only a couple blocks away from your house, and finally in a well-lit area, you started to feel safer. However, now you're wet, cold, and unbelievably tired, you spotted a bench up ahead. Normally, since there was clearly a figure sitting there, you would have walked on. But you had no choice, if you didn't stop now, you'd collapse.
Approaching the bench, you sat as far from the figure as you could, while still being comfortable. You stretched out your legs, and even removed your boot for a moment to let the cold air seep in.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw the figure looking at you. Now that you were closer, you could see them more clearly.
A teenaged boy around the age of 18, with snow white hair, and looking strangely pale, continued to look at you.
Since he was a stranger, and you are always so shy around people anyway, you didn't return the glance. You felt uncomfortable, and started to turn your head to the stranger to give him a slight smile before leaving, just to be polite.
When you looked over to him, you saw better how he was dressed. He donned a blue hoodie with what looked like frost patterns sewn into it, torn brown pants, and- no shoes?
Maybe he's homeless you think, now feeling a bit more uncomfortable, since you had no idea how to react in this situation, you mustered up some courage and looked the boy in the eyes.
His beautiful blue orbs looked back at your (e/c) ones. Feeling embarrassed, you gave him a smile and started to get up.
Before leaving you looked back at him one more time, trying to think of something you could do or say to him. You notice, however, that he's looking at you with a look of shock mixed with curiosity.
You turn to leave, but before you start moving he speaks
"C-can you see me?" he asks quietly.
What a stupid question you think. You look back at him, considering not answering this crazy person. But he was now looking at you with wide eyes, and an almost gaping mouth.
"Uhh, yes?" you say unsure if that was the answer he was looking for.
Immediately after saying it, he stands up, looking like he doesn't really know what he's going to do next. Seeing this, you start to panic, and quickly turn to leave, and start off down the street again.
It's only a few blocks, I can walk fast you think, while shoving your hands into your pockets and starting to quicken your pace.
As soon as you start to get comfortable with your new speed through the snow, the boy is suddenly at your side, keeping pace with you.
Oh my god, I'm going to die! You think, clearly overreacting, but you just don't know what to do. This strange boy you only just saw for a couple minutes and spoke to once, is now following you! Oh god this is it- I'm dead!
"Hey- hey, wait up!" He tries to say to you, but you keep walking, trying to ignore him.
"You said you could see me a minute ago, and now you can't?" he asks jokingly "That's not how that works, even for me!" He smiles at his last words.
"What do you want?" you say, not slowing down, fear clearly evident from your face, and in your voice.
"Hey, hey, hey." He says trying to calm you down. "Just hold up for a second"
You look towards him, with shock in your eyes. They never told you what to do in this situation in school. Maybe scream? No one's around to hear you anyway. So you slow down, but don't completely stop. You look back ahead again.
"My name's Jack. What's yours?" He says with a smile, and tries to shake your hand, but you refuse to remove it from your pocket.
"(y/n)" you say silently, and look down at your feet.
"Nice to meet, you (y/n)! So what are you doing out so late?" He says looking at you.
You start to reply, but slip on a patch of ice, and let out a soft shriek, since you were caught off guard.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" Jack says and helps you up
Why is he sorry? It's not like he put that ice there you think and look up to him, mumbling a thanks.
"So?" he asks, while his cheeks start to turn a very light shade of pink.
"No reason, just out enjoying the snow" you said, starting to feel a bit more comfortable with this boy.
"You like the snow then?" He asks with a wide grin.
"Occasionally" you reply and look up. "It's just so pretty like this"
The two of you continue to walk in silence for a while. You notice that the boy is carrying some sort of large stick with him.
"What's that?" You ask pointing to the stick. He looks at his hand, almost as if he forgot he even had it.
"I can show you if you'd like" He says looking back at you, with hope in his big blue eyes.
Nervous again, you answer shaking your head no. He raises an eyebrow at you.
"What if I told you it was magic?" He says with a mysterious edge to it.
You look at him thoughtfully, but before you answer, you realise where you are.
"Oh, this is my street" you say and start to walk away from the white haired boy. "It was nice meeting you-" You pause "Jack"
You turn back to walk down your street, and you hear him chuckle.
"You got my name wrong" he calls after you.
You turn around and look at him curiously.
"It's Jack Frost" He says and fly's away, leaving you breathless, and in complete shock.