Hay guys, another update so quickly! And so many favorites and fallows so quickly! Thanks so much, guys. C: Anyways, we get more information here, and it's now three days before Christmas the year following that last Christmas in the last chapter. So, this is a year later, basically. Anyways, review and favorite, follow if you like it!


My family lives in a two story house next to even more two story houses in a small, secure neighborhood in Colorado Springs. In the middle of no where is where we basically live, with literally nothing to do, except go to school, hang out in town, or swim/skate in the lake. My sister thinks it's the coolest place on earth, since we have our parents, friends and "animals" all in one place. When she says "animals", she's referring to the forest in the back of the neighborhood and town. It's filled with random forest animals like deer, squirrels, rabbits, lizards, iguanas…

So, Christmas is in a month, and the town cannot sit still for a minute - something needs more ribbon, another thing needs more sparkles, and damn those carolers. They go to each and every house on the block and every apartment complex just to sing about the freaking days of Christmas and about their true love giving them random things, and then demanding cookies, milk or other necessities of caroling. I'd only go caroling for the free food. Anyways, when it isn't Christmas, our town is pretty quiet and calm. It's usually cold here, since it is Colorado, but we can have our days when it's warm and a bit humid outside. But my question is what is a Colombian - Brazilian family doing in America? My father's side of the family is Colombian, while my mother's side is Brazilian. Either way, every family reunion, I have people poking and pinching my cheeks and saying how I've grown up or they haven't seen me in years or since I was a baby. It's really awkward.

Today, I'm supposed to take my little sister shopping for any presents for my friends or our family members while my parents were out grocery shopping. Nothing like a little ankle-bitter following you around and tugging on your sleeve to buy you something or another (No, really, she does bite).

"Paula! Come on, we're leaving," I called up the stairs as I tugged on my black and white checkered hoodie. Foot steps came stomping down and she soon appeared, her pink tutu over her jeans and wearing a shirt murdered by sparkles. She was having trouble putting on her black sweater, so I rolled my eyes and squatted down to her level to get her arms through the holes. "It goes over your arms, smart one."

Paula stuck her tongue out at me as I buttoned her up. "Smart one," she mimicked in a deep voice. I poked her forehead and stood back up to open the door, watching her hop outside while I grabbed our scarves. I locked it, then began down the sidewalk with her hand in mine.

"Jeez, it's freezing out here," I said as I zipped up my jacket and adjusted my scarf. I had Paula's scarf cover her whole nose and mouth, since I didn't want to get blamed for any cold she got by my parents. "Okay, let's stop here first."

We stopped at almost every store, excluding Victoria's Secret. I was not about to scar Paula's eyes with mannequins and lingerie. By noon we had almost 9 bags full of stuff we had to ship to South America, and hungry stomachs. We bought something to munch on and decided to rest by the water fountain in the middle of town, which wasn't giving off water since it'd freeze the minute it would pop out of the faucet. "Paula, don't tell mom I gave you soda, got it?"

"Got it." the child replied happily as she sipped her plastic McDonald's cup filled with coke. I hid a grin at her eagerness to swallow down the whole cup in one minute and returned to my fries, picking one up and throwing it to a stray pigeon that was looking for scraps near the bench we were seated at. The bird waddled over to the fry and picked at it, getting half of it in its beak and downed it, going for seconds. Paula noticed and gasped at how close the bird was to us - she's always had this fascination with animals, it kinda creeps me out - and pulled a fry from her bag and threw gently towards the pigeon. This attracted one other pigeon to flock towards us, and she squealed with joy over two birds. "They're so cute!"

I hummed in response and took a bite out of a fry. A chilly, and I mean chilly breeze blew at us and I shivered as I hugged myself to keep warm. I absolutely hated winter time. I enjoyed Christmas and New Year's, but just the climate was the annoying part. Who was supposedly the keeper of the winter? Jack Frost? Why's he have to target Colorado to be the coldest place on earth? Well, besides Antarctica and Alaska. "I hate winter," I mumbled to myself. Paula, apparently, heard me.

"Don't hate winter, Lyric! Or else…Jack Frost will bite your nose!" she scolded.

"You mean nip at my nose?"

"Yes! Bite!"

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah, well, newsflash, Jack Frost isn't real. Not as real as Santa or the Easter Bunny, Pau."

She pouted and crossed her arms. "He is too!"

"Sure."

Once we reached the house, I set down the bags and unlocked the door to let Paula in to warm up. "Here, take these inside and put 'em in the kitchen, okay?"

"Okay!" she took them in three at a time while I walked down the driveway to pick up the mail.

Opening the small metal box to check what mail had arrived today, I ceased to notice the floating figure behind me, hovering just a few feet above the ground. I hummed as I collected the random letters and bills and shuffled through them, oblivious to the boy next to me, interested in the papers in my hands. I felt a cool breeze pass through me as I read over them and I shivered, cursing under my breath about stupid winter and having to go out in the freezing cold with no hot cocoa or anything and how stupid Jack Frost was -

"Well, that's not very nice," the figure said next to me, making me jump and whip around. My eyes darted around for the source of the voice - pretty sexy voice, if you ask me - but found nothing. Nice, I really am going crazy, hearing voices and random shivers from random winds that come from no where. Finally dismissing it as a freak little mind screw, I continued walking up to my front door, until that same voice called out, "So, you're just gonna ignore me? Me? Jack Frost?"

I slowly turned around to come face to face with a boy, probably 16 or 17. He had silver locks that appeared windswept to the right, and had deep, bright blue eyes that had a glint in them. Man, oh man, those eyes were just…wow. He had on a blue hoodie that had light, white designs on the shoulders, and brown pants on. What threw me off was that he was bare-foot in this weather. It had to have been at least 28 degrees outside, and this guy was running around in a hoodie, pants and no shoes on? And people called me crazy. He was also carrying around a brown staff with thin white…well, they looked like frosts to me, going up and down the wood. He waved a hand in front of my face, "Hello? Anyone there?"

I blinked and shook my head, registering what he said his name was. "You're…Jack Frost?"

The boy straightened up a bit, putting on a charming smile. "The one and only,"

"Pfft. Jack Frost, yeah right." I turned away, wanting to get as far from this freak as possible. I ran smack into his chest and he pouted, hovering with his staff. "Well, just a question, really, if you don't believe in me…how can you see me?"

His cyan eyes bored into mine and I rolled my brown ones while rubbing my now bruised nose. "Because I'm going crazy, that's why."

He scoffed. "Crazy? Just 'cause can see me?" he feigned looking insulted and blocked my path by stepping in front of me. "Hmph. What's it gonna take to convince you, girl?"

I crossed my arms, "My name isn't girl, it's Lyric. And what's it gonna take to convince me you're really Jack Frost? How about a better outfit?" I pointed to his hoodie and pants. "I thought Jack Frost was supposed to be, like, all in blue, with sparkles and snowflakes and bells and -"

"You want me to look gay?" He asked, aghast at my suggestion in his outfit change. I nearly doubled over laughing at the look on his face - clearly shocked and insulted and angry all at the same time. I held up my hands in protest as I continued on.

"No! No, I just…thought he'd be more mythical and magical,"

His face fell and he answered flatly, "Well, you thought wrong. I am human. Minus the never feeling cold part and never dying part,"

I raised an eyebrow, "You really think you're Jack Frost, don't you?" Man, this guy won't give up. What would he be called - a cosplayer? I think Anime Expo is in Los Angeles, not Colorado Springs. Maybe I should call a cab…

Once again, the boy pouted and crossed his arms, "I am Jack Frost! Here, you see that tree right there?" he pointed to the large oak tree that grew in our neighbor's yard. Its branches were supporting about 10 pounds of snow on them, and the leaves were completely stripped off.

I nodded. "Yeah, so?"

He smirked and raised his staff as he walked over, motioning me to follow. Once the wood touched the bark of the tree, swirls of white designs sprouted onto the tree, dancing around the bark and staying frozen in place once they stopped swirling around. I put a hand to my mouth in shock. I hesitantly reached out to brush my fingers against it, and felt what seemed like thin ice on the bark; it felt wonderful beneath my hand. The cool ice reminded me of a snowflake and I looked back towards the stranger - or, used-to-be stranger, who was wearing a knowing smirk and a look of triumph on his face.

"Jack Frost?"


Don't know when I'll be able to update with soccer games coming up, but I'll try just for you guys! Song for this Chapter is "Not Exactly" by DeadMau5.