Chapter 1
(Author's Note)
Hello everyone. As you may or may not know, I create OCs to sit in for myself so I can pretend that I am a part of whatever thing I created her for. In this case, it's Mia Martinez in the Rise Of The Guardians universe. If you want, you can put yourself in as Mia and make this a Jack Frost x Reader sort of thing, because that's pretty much the reason I created her in the first place.
Thank you very much for reading this. Second chapter posted soon(?) if you guys want.
Enjoy.
(Jack's POV)
I'm flying all over the place. I had to. I had to clear my mind. After all, it wasn't my fault, what had happened. I didn't ask her to. I didn't do anything. She just did.
But what I don't understand is why I'm still freaking out about this.
Flashback
I was bored. How could I not be? There was literally nothing to do. Jamie and his family went on vacation so there was really nothing to be done. Deciding I was too antsy to stay put, I started flying around, past window. . .after window. . .after window. . .but one window caught my eye. I flew back around and peeked in.
There was a girl in there, asleep, with her entire body minus her head tucked under the covers. She was turned so that I couldn't see her face and her (rather long) hair was fanned out behind her like branches of a weeping willow. I was a bit torn - I wanted to go inside to see her face but I also wanted to just sit here and watch. Then she rolled over and I forgot about everything.
Her eyes were a vibrant green with a bit of hazel in the middle, and the reason I could tell is because they were looking straight at me. I could feel her gaze burning my skin. This surprised me so much that I sort of fell into her room. The second I hit the carpet, I was on my feet and she was sitting up, still staring at me.
The first thing I heard her say was "Jack Frost."
I froze. How could she know my name? Could she see me? I didn't know, so I asked her.
"Can you - can you see me?"
"I see you. I can see everything."
"What?"
"I see the Bunny going around on Easter. I see North zip through houses on Christmas. I see Tooth taking my brother's teeth and leaving him gifts. I see Sandy just before I sleep. And I see you all the time. I see you leaving the frost on my window every morning. I see your work when I walk to school. I see you spreading the ice each day and I know where it is slippery. I can see." She paused. "And now you have come to visit me. Why?"
"Uh," I said, a little more than uncomfortable. "I think it was an accident, but. . ."
The green-and-hazel eyes kept staring at me.
". . . but I was drawn to this place," I admitted at last.
Suddenly her eyes exploded into stars. Without warning, she leapt from her bed and tackled me into a tight hug. I have been hugged before, by Jamie, but this was something else by a long shot. First, she was a girl, and second, she was fourteen years old. So I'm sure you can understand why I was more than a little surprised when she did what she did.
Just as soon as she had hugged me, she loosened her grip. She looked like a little girl, with her eyes a-shimmer with excitement, and suddenly I understood. She may be a teen, but she had never grown up internally at all. It also helped that I was taller than her.
Discomfort coursed through my veins and caused me to squirm. The second I did, she dropped her arms to her sides and took a miniscule step back. And then I was out of there. I couldn't stand another minute of this confusion. How? Why? How? Why?
As I flew through the clouds, I realized my heart was racing. I put this aside, thinking it was from the adrenaline of flying out so fast.
But it wasn't.
(Girl POV)
Watching him leave, that was depressing. I knew I probably shouldn't have hugged him, but I was just so happy to see him there that I couldn't help myself. He left so fast I never got to tell him that I'm Mia and would he like to come again soon..?
Jack Frost, huh? He's everything I thought he'd be, right down to the cold skin and his reaction to my hug. Although, his departure was a bit unexpected. Confused? Yeah.
My chest is hammering like a bass drum suddenly decided to be a snare drum. That's weird. I wasn't expecting that.
The hammering is getting painful. I clutch at my chest, confused. Why is my pulse so out of control? I don't know. I hardly know anything. Ha. Silly me.
Well, it's getting really late. I should get to sleep now.
Goodnight.
(Normal POV)
When Mia woke up in the morning via alarm clock, the first thing she saw was - well, first she saw pillow. She must have rolled over in her sleep after Jack Frost's little visit last night. But on second thought, she rolled around in her sleep anyways, so why was she thinking about it?
Now fully awake, she tumbled out of bed and went to her door. Her hair was probably a little more than a rat's nest right now, but she honestly did not care so early in the morning. Mia usually started caring about it around the time she had to get going to school.
It was dark in the hall, which meant her mother wasn't awake yet. She got up at six o'clock sharp every morning and left an hour later for work while Mia herself woke at around six thirty or seven on a normal day, maybe seven thirty on Wednesdays.
But this wasn't a normal day. Definitely not a Wednesday, either. Mia had pulled a new record in wake-up time: it was five AM.
Okay, maybe she was a little tired, but as was said earlier, this was not a normal day. There was stuff to be accomplished and she needed the time to do them! And it had to be done in quiet. Her mom was busy today so she needed her rest as much as possible. Besides, if Mia succeeded, she wouldn't have to work that crummy old odd-jobs service she ran any longer!
The computer monitor was on screensaver, meaning Mom was trying yet again to find another job that would sustain the two of them better late into the night. A few joggles of the mouse and the machine was up and running, the light of the desktop blinding her.
A Skype chat bubble popped up silently (Mia had turned off the sound) bearing a message from "MissKhakiJeans":
MissKhakiJeans: hey r u up yet
Mia smirked. Her best friend should know better than to doubt her waking-up skills. She typed a reply:
Bookpainter: of course i am fool. ;) Is it all set up?
MissKhakiJeans: are you doubting me? I think you are! how could you! It's been done since yesterday.
Bookpainter: alright. you know i appreciate your help on this.
MissKhakiJeans: ohhh you'd better.
just kidding. What are cupcake buddies for?
Bookpainter: i can't believe you still hang on to that.
MissKhakiJeans: hey, that cupcake sealed the deal! I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for that sweet, delicious pastry confection from heaven.
Bookpainter: We've shared like 12 cupcakes since then.
MissKhakiJeans: no, we've only shared 8.
Bookpainter: did you really take the time to count all of them.
MissKhakiJeans: mmmmmmmmmmmaybe.
Bookpainter: oh, never mind you. We have stuff to do.
MissKhakiJeans: right! On to the world of midnight cramming!
Are you sure about this, mia? This seems awfully big, especially for you.
Mia didn't reply for a little while. She fingered the keyboard absentmindedly before continuing:
Bookpainter: of course, jules. This is important for me, and my mom.
Plus it's not midnight. And we aren't cramming.
MissKhakiJeans: okay if that's what you want.
And I knew that already.
And for the next hour or so, the two girls, via Skype, worked tirelessly on the project they had woken up so early to complete.
So at 6:10 that morning, when Mia's mother came out of the shower to start up her coffee maker, she found her daughter facedown on the couch and the computer turned off, which it rarely was ever.
Quietly, she crept over to the girl's side and gave her a gentle poke. "Mia?"
The brunette turned her head slowly and looked at her mother with those mesmerizing green-and-hazel eyes of hers. "Morning, Mom. Sorry for this. I've been busy. . ." She trailed off for a yawn. "I'll just. . . for a little bit longer. . ." and she was asleep.
Silence in the house for a little bit, and then Mom let out a soft chuckle. "And you say I'm the one who overworks myself."
Hair still dripping, Mia's mom decided to pile all the couch cushions on top of her snoozing girl and put an alarm next to her ear set for 7:00. Even all-day worker moms had to have some fun occasionally.
At 6:50 AM, instead of leaving with her usual smile, Hazel Martinez walked out the door with a mischievous smirk as she imagined Mia's reaction to her mother's little wake-up call. It morphed back into a grin again, though, when she saw that Mia had put a little note in her usual coffee cup, tucked into the sleeve.
Have a nice day, Mom!
-XOXO Mia
Awww, she thought, how sweet.
She hummed the rest of the drive to her latest client's location.
Mia had just discovered new respect for the phrase "rude awakening." Obviously this had been her mother's idea of a good joke.
Well, at least it had woken her up.
When the alarm had gone off at seven AM, the annoying RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNG sound went directly into Mia's unprepared ear and freaked her out so much that she had lashed out violently with a yelp and had ended up getting avalanched with couch cushions. Mia had not really wanted to know what the fabric of an old pillow tasted like, but oh well.
Mia had decided that if she got what she was aiming for, the first thing she would do is get better-tasting pillows. That way, if her mom decided to pull that off again, she wouldn't be bothered by the taste of lint and old, dormant-cloth smell stuck in her mouth.
Mia just remembered that she was about to be late. There was much scrambling and then she nearly left the house without her jacket, she was moving so fast.
She set record time in getting to school that morning. She had gotten there so quickly she was early, instead of late like she would have been.
Well, thought Mia, isn't today so full of surprises.
And I also just realized that my ear is still ringing.
Thanks a lot, Mom.
(Author's Note)
So that's the end of this story's chapter. Hope you enjoyed, please review because I would like to improve my pieces. Tips are also appreciated. Tell me if you like it or not, so I can decide if I want to keep up with this.
Please stay with me till the end!
- PKK
