Author's Note: Here's Chapter 2 everybody! Tada! You've been introduced! And yeah, I know reader involvement stories aren't allowed on here but I seen/read a ton of them so if no one reports me, I'll be fine. :D I've started Chapter 3, and I think you're going to enjoy it. :) Hopefully I'll have the new one up tomorrow, but if not, I guess we wait to Monday-or Sunday-because on weekends I don't get as much computer time... :( Oh well, Enjoy!


Starting Over

2-Destiny at Your Door

You rolled your eyes at your mother's comment about going outside without a hat and gloves.

"Seriously, Mom," you say to her. "I'm fine." You picked up your sketchbook and pencil, hoping to get a good winter scene to finish your drawing.

"Just don't come whining to me that you got frostbitten!" your mom warned you as you walked out the door.

"It never snows much for that to happen anyways, Mom!" you shouted, shutting the door. "Wow, it's cold," you muttered when you walked down the porch steps. "And that's why…"

You looked around you and saw at least a foot of snow surrounding you. Luckily, it stopped snowing for you to draw without it getting all wet.

"It's so beautiful," you whisper as you trudged through the snow to your favorite viewing spot. When you reached the spot, you sat down on the bench and looked in front of you.

"Perfect…" With your pencil, you continue sketching where you left off in the house.

The boy from your dream.

You don't know who he was or why he was there, but you had a pretty good feeling that he was your Prince Charming.

Biting your lip, you carefully drew in the last spike of his hair and the curve of his shepherd staff. Then you added the strings on his hoodie and the snow drifts behind him.

"Why does it feel like I know him?" you whisper to yourself, frowning.

"Is that me?"

You jumped a foot in the air, dropping your sketchbook in the process. "What the…" you mumble, looking behind you and hearing a whoosh of wind over your head. You looked back to the front, meeting a pair of ice-blue eyes staring back at you.

"You, uh, dropped this," the boy said, handing you your sketchbook.

You could've sworn you saw his face turn blue. "Thanks," you whisper, continuing to stare at the boy. You began to draw again, almost forgetting that the boy was still here.

You felt him sit down by you, and it befuddled you at how cold he was. You could almost feel his eyes on your drawing, and you thought you should feel uncomfortable; yet you didn't.

Finally, curiosity got a hold of you and you turned to look at the strange boy, who, you realized; happened to be walking in foot deep snow in bare feet.

"Who are you?" you asked, slowly noticing how he looked a lot like the boy in your dream.

"Me?" he asked, pointing at himself.

"Yeah, you're the only human being around here," you said. You noticed how he only had on a blue hoodie. "And, aren't you cold?"

He looked at himself, then back at you, realizing how bundled up you were compared to him.

"No, I'm special that way." He smirked at you, and you could feel your heart starting to pound.

Stop that! you scolded yourself. He's some stranger that scared the hibby jeebies out of you!

"I'm Jack Frost," he said, holding his hand out for you to shake.

"(F/N)," you say. "(F/N + L/N), I mean," you blushed at your blunder. You took his hand and shook it. Sparks shot through your hand, causing the both of you to jump away.

You both stared at your hands for a while, wandering what happened.

Jack giggled quietly. "Well, with that aside, do you want to do something?"

You smiled, placing your sketchbook next to you on the bench. You decided this Jack Frost wasn't that bad after all. "Sure, I haven't hung out with anyone in a while anyways." You stand up and kneel in the snow. You balled up some snow when he wasn't looking and stared at him innocently.

For some reason, it felt like you knew this kid all your life.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, looking at you expectantly.

You smile evilly when you saw your plan was going good. "This," you smirk, and with that, you threw the snowball at Jack's face, taking him off guard.

Shocked, Jack quickly wiped the snow off his face and gave you're the evilest look ever. "Oh, you want to play that way, don't ya?"

You threw your hands up in the air, laughing too hard to make another snowball.

Wet snow hit your face, and it was Jack's turn to laugh.

You smirked, having the best fun you've had in a lifetime. "Oh, it's on." You picked up another snowball and threw it at him; and him at you, and this continued for a good twenty minutes, both of you laughing like little kids.

"Hey! You're throwing snowballs faster than I can make one!" you complained, dodging another one as it came your way.

"You're the one who asked for it!" Jack replied, throwing another one at you.

You realized that he was holding a hooked staff, and you stopped still. A snowball hit you in the stomach, knocking you into the snow.

Jack stopped laughing when he realized he actually knocked you down. "You okay?" he asked, suddenly next to you, his hand on your shoulder.

"You're Jack?" you asked, staring at him again.

Jack gave you a confused look, sitting in the snow next to you.

"Jack Frost?" you repeated, staring at him intently. "As in, the winter spirit Jack Frost?"

Jack's face lit up when you realized that he wasn't just an ordinary teen. "Yeah," he said excitedly, smiling wide.

You screamed, but not in fear. Jack scooted away from you, scared of you. "OH MY GOSH!" you shouted, lying back into the snow. "I got to throw a snowball at freakin' Jack Frost without him expecting it!"

Jack exhaled sharply when he realized that was what the excitement was about.

You laughed uncontrollably, holding your stomach because it hurt so bad.

"Yeah, and I'm going to make sure that it's never going to happen again," Jack stated, kneeling down beside you.

You sat up quickly, blowing your hair out of your face. Next, to both of your surprise, you hugged Jack, even though his skin chilled you to the bone. Slowly, Jack hugged you back.

"Thank you for the best day ever," you whisper before pulling away.

"Eh, that's my job," Jack said, sounding bored.

You smacked him even though you had a huge smile on your face.

He stands up and holds a hand out to you to pull you up.

You graciously take it and stand up, wiping the snow off your pants.

You both walk in silence to your house, not feeling creeped out at all at the fact that the winter spirit was practically following you home.

When you reached the front door, you turned to face Jack, who was still right behind you.

"You know," you whisper to him. "It feels like I've known you for forever."

Jack smiled, looking down for a second. "I know, it's weird, isn't it?"

"Yeah," you nod. You put your hand on the doorknob, getting ready to turn it. "Thanks again, Jack."

"No problem, (F/N)," Jack said, turning to walk away.

Suddenly, another question popped in your head. "Jack!" you shout to him, almost taken by surprise when you saw him floating in the air. He turned around, giving you that look boys always give you when you call their name after you say goodbye. "Will I see you again?"

He smiled, flying down to stand in front of you again. "It's only the beginning of winter, remember?" he smirked, twirling his staff.

You smile, heat rising to your cheeks. "Right. Well, see you."

"Yeah, see you." Jack turned and flew away, leaving you watching him until you couldn't see him anymore.

You open the door to the inviting smell of warm apple pie.

"Hey, honey. What took you so long? It's dark outside!" your mother asked, setting the pie plate on the table.

"Oh, I just ran into an old friend of mine," you murmur, sitting down at the table.

"Oh?" you mom replied suspiciously. "How was it?"

You gazed into the distance, not noticing or caring that you mother suspected something. "Oh, he was wonderful…"


You woke up in the middle of the night to rapping on your window.

"What the…?" you whisper, getting up and putting your slippers on. You walk to the window and open it.

"Jack?"