A/N Before you read this story, I will warn you of a few things. Yes, Jack is frozen in a fourteen-year-olds body instead of a seventeen-year-old. Deal. The producer of the movie himself said that the app is wrong, and Jack was fourteen when he died. Also, there will be swearing, and Brooke is insanely perverted at times.
Constructive criticism is welcome, but if you just tell me my story's bad or something, be prepared for the ABSOLUTE WORST Shakespearean insults I can find. And I have other methods of torture *rubs hands together evilly*
Jack
It was just another winter morning. Golden rays of light made the fresh layer of snow on the ground sparkle as the sun came up, chasing away the shadows. It was that time of morning where almost nobody is actually up.
A tall, thin boy with silvery-white hair floated along on a breeze, leaving snow and frost everywhere he went. This was his favorite time of day. It just seemed magical. He slowed for a moment, writing his initials into the glass of a window. JF
Jack Frost.
To make things even better, Jack was in his favorite place to spend the winter. Michigan. For some reason, the seasons were always more intense there, like the place amplified the magic that caused them. Especially autumn and winter.
As Jack was flying over a neighborhood in one of the smaller towns, something caught his eye. He stopped above a house, looking into the backyard. It was just a normal backyard, flat and well-kept, until you saw what appeared to be the back of the property.
A hill sloped down from the backyard, overgrown with spiny plants and bushes. At the bottom of the slope was a small pond. Jack could tell that it wasn't deep, as the entire thing was frozen. If he lifted it up, he would probably find no water left unfrozen. At the opposite edge of the ice, a small tree without leaves stood, hanging its branches over the frozen pond. Snow covered the entire area.
Jack dropped onto the roof, sitting cross-legged on the rough slope. The marsh was one of the most beautiful places he had seen while covered in snow.
As he scooted forward to get a better view, Jack slipped on a patch of ice that he had formed absentmindedly, tumbling down the roof and onto the snow-covered lawn below. He swore, getting up and brushing off his pants.
He reached for his staff, preparing to leave, but a sound stopped him in his tracks. It seemed to be coming from an open window. Jack tiptoed over to the opening, peeking through the glass to see what was making the noise.
By then he was close enough to hear more clearly. A girl's voice floated through the small opening high and clear. She seemed to be singing. Jack leaned closer, struggling to make out the words through the small opening.
The noise was still slightly muffled, but now he could at least hear the song.
"It's only half past the point of no return. The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn, the thunder before the lightning, and the breath before the phrase; Have you ever felt this way?" The girl sang.
Jack slowly slid the window open, hoping that the girl was too preoccupied with her singing to notice.
Yes, he was sneaking into a strange girl's room early in the morning, but she was singing at 5:30 in the morning, and Jack was curious!
The room was obviously a bedroom. There was a bed underneath the window. At the end of the bed, against the wall, a desk was perched. A girl danced around the room, acting like she was performing.
At the moment, her back was turned to Jack, so he could only see her back. Her auburn hair was braided, and she was wearing pink pajamas with frogs printed on them. She looked around ten or eleven. A very tall eleven year old.
Jack sat down on the bed, trying not to laugh at the girl's childish pajamas. He watched for a few more minutes before she turned around, startling him. What if she could see him? What would her reaction be?
Luckily, she looked right through him and continued singing. Now it was a different song, more upbeat.
"Don't try to label me hypocrite, 'cause I will do what I want to. Some will say that I'm counterfeit, but I will be who I want to." She sang, holding an imaginary microphone.
Jack considered throwing a snowball at her, but then he realized that they were inside, AND it was really early in the morning, AND she was alone.
He studied her face. She was pale, her skin covered with freckles. Her eyes were closed, so he couldn't see the color, but he suspected they were brown or green. She was thin, so thin it almost looked like she was starving herself. Now that Jack could see her face, he saw that she wasn't as young as he thought she was. In fact, she looked almost fourteen, like him.
Jack shifted his position of the bed, accidentally causing a creaking noise. The girl stopped singing, looking in his direction. She headed towards him slowly. Even though Jack knew she couldn't see him, he scrambled out the window, ducking down underneath the glass. He could hear her approach the window.
"Why is this open? I could've sworn I shut it last night." She said. The window creaked above him as she shut it.
Jack stood up, peeking in the window once more, only to see the girl staring back at him. He jumped back, but she still couldn't see him. She was just staring out at the snow that came while she was asleep.
He touched the window and watched it freeze over with beautiful patterns. His index finger traced his initials onto the glass. Behind the frosted glass, the girl gasped. She lifted the window to see who was out there, but it was too late.
Jack had already left.
A/N By the way, the two songs are 'Glitter in the air' by P!nk and 'Hypocrite' by Skye Sweetnam. Check them out, they're both great songs.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything that's copyrighted. But I own Brooke. And the Plot. And some other characters that come in later.