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To meet again…
Jack Frost was a mystery.
Not because his background was, mind you, for everyone knew of how his family was slaughtered, burnt to a crisp; but because he wasn't particularly close to anyone. Sure he knew everyone's name by heart (something that Jamie could never do), and sure he was well known throughout the school, and well beloved by all, but no one really knew him.
No one noticed how, whenever Jamie was near, those shimmering smiles would dampen just a bit, yet glow with some new radiant light, as if seeing a long lost friend, but realizing they had no idea who you were.
And no one would notice how much the boy hated wearing his shoes, always fidgeting with the laces, an adorable frown on his face. No one noticed how he never ate, they just assumed he did, what, with all the lunches the girls packed for him. He'd accept them gracefully, a teasing smile on his face causing the girls to swoon, but he'd always declare he'd eat them later. Hidden from the eyes of those jealous boyfriends and the like, but no one was really jealous of him, for Jack screamed safety, protection, and trust, his cocky attitude and humor gaining him the eternal spot of cute older brother.
Jack could vanish for hours, and no one would mind, it just seemed normal, but no one knew he went to the frozen pond in the forest, gracefully sliding into the center, arms outstretched, staff clasped in one hand, hair dancing in the breeze…it was a beautiful sight, one that Jamie claimed as his own.
Yet there was other things that made Jack mysterious—plenty more, Jamie was sure of it, but those mysteries where for another time—like how Jamie knew a little too much about him. Then again, perhaps this knowledge was a mystery that belonged to Jamie…yet, somehow, he knew that Jack belonged to him as well.
Oh yes, Jamie noticed practically everything about Jack, noticed how he'd balance his pencil on thin fingers whenever he was concentrating, noticed his love for high places, his love for children, how he could stick his hand into freezing water, playing with the fish bellow, without a care in the world.
In fact, Jamie noticed a little too much, and on those day's he'd follow Jack to the pond, he'd dully note that he'd become a stalker; but he didn't really care.
As for what he knew, now that was a mystery, one that only revealed itself when passing girls had pondered through giggles—they had just come back from handing "the cute big brother" his lunch—what his skin would taste like. At the time Jamie had been staring blankly out the window, staring dazedly at the snow—it always snowed, ever since Jack came—and he accidentally answered, a ghosting memory flashing before his eyes, "Like freshly fallen snow."
It was at that moment that Jamie was beyond grateful that the only friends he had were long since gone, their families moving to separate places in the world. In fact, the only one he still stayed in contact with was Cupcake, he'd call her—or her him—once a week, speaking of nothing and yet everything. Nonetheless, the looks of surprise, and even nervousness, that the others gave him where forever imprinted into his mind and Jamie was certain that, if he had had any friends there, they would have left him on the spot.
Soon after that incident a small rumor had begun to spread, declaring Jamie was forcing himself on Jack. It was swiftly annihilated, however, not to long after third period of the same day. Jamie knew for certain that Jack was responsible for this—the look of indignant rage on his face was more than proof enough—but people stayed far from him regardless.
"Jamie," called his teacher—they loved to do that, bug the outcast, for somewhere in their sad little minds they believed that by doing so said outcast would open up and leave their shell—"please read the poem."
With a sigh he stood, noticing, as he's always noticed, how Jack's gaze lingers on his back.
"Life and death*" Jamie began with a cough, clearing his throat, with a deep breath, he plunged forward into the words."Birth is something we all go through
But memories we have none
Why is it that we have no thought?
When life has just begun
From then on in we start to grow
We blossom every way
Our childhood flashes past so quick
Every single day
We grow up fast we fight the world
We struggle through every year
We want to better everyone
We must out do our peers
As age comes fast to everyone
We look back and reflect
We wonder why we fought so hard
When no one gives a heck
And now I sit and see my past
I look at what I've done
I have cried some tears and had some pain
But mostly I've had fun
So what's to come what is ahead?
When death creeps ever near
Maybe we will start again
And cry those baby tears."
A/N: Hello everyone! After receiving a great many requests to continue "To die in your arms" I've decided to give it a shot, tell me what you think. If I get at least three reviews I promise I'll continue.
*Life and death by jack frost, found on poemhunter.