I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about what Jamie told me. Was he real, or not? I didn't know, scientifically it couldn't be possible, but in my heart I felt it was. Jack Frost was real, no doubt about it. At this moment, I wasn't going to argue with my heart... My mind told me the facts, my heart told me opinion.
I felt a cold rush of air, and I sat up. A whited haired kid stood in front of my open window. He looked to be about the age of my brat sister, seventeen. "What are you doing in here?" I grabbed my clock from the bedside table getting ready to throw it. "Whoa, take it easy." He rose his hands in front of his face.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here? Answer the question!" I still held the alarm clock in my hand.
"Jack Frost." He breathed. Wait, wait, wait, what? I lowered my hand. "What?" I said confused a little bit. He held a long staff in his hand, he smiled at me. "You asked me who I am." He twirled the staff in his hand. "My name is Jack Frost." I heard what he said, but it wasn't processing right. I thought he wasn't real, is this a trick?
"Why are you here?" I asked, putting the alarm clock back on the table, not taking my eyes off him. He leaned against the wall. "Jamie sent me to check on you, he called you twice." He propped his staff up against the wall, and put his hands in his hoodie pockets. How does this guy know Jamie? Could he really be Jack Frost?
"He shouldn't be worried, what could happen to me..." I started to twiddle my thumbs. "He's always worried, and he always tells me about you." I raised my head at the words that came out of his mouth. "Really? I didn't think he cared that much..."
"I never seen anyone talk about someone else as much, as he talks about you." Jack said when I looked at him. Could it be possible that Jamie Bennett has a crush on me? I never gave it enough thought to process it, I thought about it but passed it by because I thought he would never have a crush on me...
"So if you're real then is Santa Clause real?" I asked, I had a huge doubt that he was real, I was probably dreaming... Jack nodded. "Of course he's real, who else brings you gifts?"
"My parents." I answered. "What about the Easter bunny?" I swung my legs off my bed and stood up. "He's a big grump, but he's real." He started to twirl his staff again. "Tooth fairy?" I felt my mouth curve into a smile.
"Yes." He smiled back. I heard a knock on my door, then a loud pounding. I turned the door knob and opened it. Jacelene stood with her arms crossed, that annoyed look on her face. "Mom said your friend is here..." Her eyes narrowed at me, as she turned around her long straight brown hair whipped against her back.
I looked back at my window where Jack stood, but he was gone. I shrugged, walking down the steps to see my mother sitting on the couch with Jamie who was drinking hot chocolate. "Hey." I walked over, and Jamie almost knocked me over hugging me. "Oh Jeez.." I stumbled back, his arms wrapped firmly around me not letting me go. He looked up and smiled at me. "Gem, did you see him?"
"Who?" I asked, I felt short of breath because Jamie had his arms around me so tight! "Jack Frost!" He beamed, looking up at me. I was taller than him, which was weird. Usually boys were taller than girls...
"Yeah, I did." I told him, although I still doubted he was actually real. Probably just a figment of my imagination. But I hated to see Jamie cry, and I wasn't lying. I really did see him...
"Awesome!" He released his death-grip hug on me, and I took a deep breath. Just seeing that adorable smile on his face made me so happy, it made me feel accomplished for some reason... "Is that why you came here?" I laughed, he shook his head. "I came to see you." His smile grew, allowing me to see that gap in his teeth where he lost his tooth.
He hugged me again, even though we are the same age I feel like I'm older than him. Maybe it's because I'm taller...
We went upstairs to my room, he showed me more drawings he drew of Jack Frost. He showed me a couple new ones. They were of the tooth fairy, and of the Easter bunny. He always brings drawings over when he comes to my house. Since we both love to draw, I show him my drawings too. My kitten Angel kept trying to climb on Jamie's head, and we both laughed when the little cat succeeded. It turned out to be a long Saturday. We read to each other, fairy tales as always. I loved the story, such a magical setting. Dungeons And Dragons, is my favorite book.
After a while Jamie fell asleep on my bed, and I laughed softly as he snored away, my kitten positioned herself on his back. Angel yawned and closed her eyes. I was getting tired myself, reading can wear you out sometimes. I laid down beside Jamie shutting my eyes. I could hear my kitten purr as I drifted off to sleep...