November
"Can I get to your soul? Can you get to my thoughts? Can we promise we won't let go?"-Stereo Love
"Dahlia can you make me a grilled cheese and tomato soup, please?" Jamie asked as he sits in front of the TV in the den.
Dahlia peers from around the corner and nods her head, "What kind of cheese do you want?"
Jamie stares the TV but finally looks over at her, "um….CHEDDAR! Lots and lots of it," he says in a very cheerful voice.
Dahlia shakes her head with a smile on her face. She walks over to the fridge and opens the door; her blue eyes scan the context of the fridge. She opens a small drawer and picks up American cheddar cheese. Walking over to the stove she grabs a frying pan and a bag of whole wheat bread. With the click of the stove the frying pan begins to heat up with the sandwich in the middle. She walks around the kitchen trying to find a spatula. She opens one drawer but her eyes dart to the side when she hears Jamie talking loudly.
"No! I'm not gonna ask her! You ask her, she's nice," Jamie spoke loudly to something or someone.
Is he just talking to himself, like kids do? She walks over to the den swiftly, pushing her long black hair back.
"Jamie who are you talking to," she questioned as she looked at the young boy who seemed surprised to see her standing in the arch way of the kitchen.
Jamie shakes his head, "No one…"
Dahlia nods her head slowly but notices the window is open. She walks over to the window, stepping over Jamie's toys that lay on the floor. Jamie's eyes watch him as she makes her way over the window. She groans softly feeling the cold air fly inside the den.
"Jamie don't leave the window open, you're letting all the heat out. You don't want to get sick," Dahlia said as she pulls down the window seal to the bottom.
However, Jamie stands up and pushes her arms from the window. "No, that's how my friend gets inside," he shirked towards her.
Dahlia looks down at him dumbfounded and then laughs softly. Trying to make light of the situation. She removes her hands from the window and places her hands on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. The young boy looks at her and then to the side.
"Jamie…what friend needs to come into the den?" she asked in a very calm voice towards the young brunette.
Jamie looks at her with a small smile and said, "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
Dahlia smiles softly and looks at him, "Try me kid. I believed you when you could talk to your dog, didn't I? So trust me this time. We are friends."
The boy shrugs and then leans in closer to her, and whispers into her ear. "My friend is Jack Frost."
Dahlia's blue eyes widen for a moment as she steps back from Jamie. Jack Frost? That is a myth. The myth that some 'winter spirit' flies around bringing snow and leaving frost on your car in the morning. She's heard of kids being friends with Santa Claus, but Jack Frost? That's a new one. She just smiles and pats his head gently. She then stands up and looks over to the window.
"Fine, I will leave it cracked so Jack can come in, okay? But if I hear you sneeze then the window is going down. Okay?" she said wearily.
Jamie nods and hugs her tightly around her waist. He then releases her and sits back on the couch, watching TV. Dahlia walks back into the kitchen and thankfully the grilled cheese didn't burn while she was gone. She picks up the pan's handle and slides the sandwich onto a plate. She then makes her way over to the cabinets and looks for some tomato soup for Jamie and for herself. She cannot stand the cold weather at all. It is just a depressing season to her, it's cold and miserable.
She pulls out two cans of tomato soup and places them beside the stove. She grabs a small pot and fills it up half way with water. She opens a nearby drawer and finds a can opener, as she opens the cans she can hear Jamie talking once again.
"Her name is Dahlia. That's all I'm going to tell you," said Jamie.
Dahlia drops the tomato soup and walks into the den once again; there is no one but Jamie. She however noticed that the window is opened all the way once again. Dahlia begins to grow a bit annoyed as she looks over to Jamie who just smiles towards her.
"Jamie, who are you talking to?" she questioned with a small bit of attitude in her voice.
Jamie looks around but mainly towards the window, "I was talking to….um..Abby!" he said with a smile on his face.
Dahlia looks around the den but does not see Abby anywhere. She crosses her arms over her black sweater, "Really? I don't see her," she said towards the boy.
Jamie just smiles and looks back at the TV. Dahlia walks over the window and she pushes it down halfway once again. She then looks over to Jamie as she walks back to the kitchen.
"And do not push it back up unless you ask me. Your parents will kill me if I let all their heat out the window," Dahlia said as she disappears back into the kitchen.
She walks back over to the stove but her blue eyes widen as she gasps loudly. Someone already opened the can and put it in the pot. Did she do it? No, she left the can unclosed. Did Jamie? No, she was talking to him in the den. Then who did it?
"I'm going crazy," she whispers to herself.
Her blue eyes then notice a small note on the window near the dining table. She slowly walks over to the window; she looks around as she does. Her heart is racing as her fingers gently picks the note off the window. She walks back over to the stove and she reads the words that are on the note.
You have a beautiful name.
Dahlia's heart races even faster as she re-reads the words over and over. The only question is, who wrote the note?