DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that is copyrighted. I only own the setting, Brooke, and the plot.
And the yoga pants that I'm wearing. (Oh wait these aren't mine. Shit.)
Brooke
JF. It had been a week since those letters were drawn in the frost on her window, but Brooke still couldn't stop thinking about it. She wanted to know who wrote the letters, what they mean. It was a mystery, and she loved mysteries. Every night, when the frost covered the glass, she would watch, hoping more symbols would appear. It was driving her crazy.
At the moment she was sitting on her bed in her pajamas, a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. Her eyes were trained on the window, watching. But, just like the other nights, the frost on her window was undisturbed.
Suddenly the air around her got slightly colder. The light fog on the window changed to tiny ice crystals that formed patterns on the glass. A fingerprint appeared, disrupting the swirl to draw a new pattern: two letters. More specifically, JF.
Brooke scrambled forward, hastily setting her cup on the shelf next to her. She waited for more, but nothing came. Desperate, she took her fingers and wrote a reply.
Hello?
New frost covered the first message, and another appeared. Hi
Hastily, she scrawled a reply. Who are you?
Brooke leaned forward in anticipation. Then the mystery person replied. You wouldn't believe me if I told you
She sighed. Of course it wouldn't be so easy. She drew an angry face before underlining her question.
A laugh. Someone definitely laughed.
The conversation disappeared, replaced by new frost. Then two words appeared. Jack Frost
Brooke rolled her eyes. Sure you are, she replied.
The reply came quickly. Want proof?
Sure. She replied.
Open the window
She hesitated, unsure if this was a trick. The mystery person underlined the request, using her own trick against her. That does it, she thought.
She opened the window.
Realizing no one was there, Brooke sighed. Then a cold breeze rushed past her, and she fell back. The window closed. More frost covered it, and new words appeared. I'm not a liar. Turn around.
She obeyed, turning her body around to face the middle of the room. Her jaw dropped. It was snowing. In her room. Snow was falling from the ceiling in her room.
He really is Jack Frost.
As soon as she thought it, a boy of about fourteen appeared in front of her. He had silvery-white hair, like snow in the light of a full moon. He was tall and thin, with smooth, pale skin. His feet were bare, and he was wearing brown pants and a blue hoodie. Cute. Sexy. Perfect. Not what you'd imagine Jack Frost to look like.
"You… you were telling the truth?" Brooke stammered, eyes wide.
"Yes! You can see me! It worked!" Jack exclaimed. When Brooke stayed silent, he spoke again. "Um… Hi?"
"What do you mean, it worked? Why couldn't I see you before?"
"Well…" Jack trailed off. "It's a long story."
Brooke sat down on her bed and patted the mattress next to her. "If I'm correct, I won't have to go to school tomorrow if I listen." She raised an eyebrow at him and he laughed, sitting next to her and launching into an explanation.
When Brooke woke up the next morning, Jack was gone. They had talked late into the night, and the last thing she could remember was watching him fly out her window, promising a snow day the next day as he went. For a moment, the memories faded, and she wondered if Jack Frost had been a dream. Surely someone like that couldn't have been real. She sat up, her fingers grasping for her phone to check the time. They brushed against something smooth and cold, and she held it up so she see it.
The object was a small flower, carved from ice. It was about an inch across, and the detail was astonishing. It looked as if somebody had transformed a flower into ice.
Immediately all doubts about whether or not Jack Frost existed left her mind. Brooke fingered the delicate petals, marveling at how real they felt. After staring at it for a few minutes, she got up and gently placed on a high shelf, so that nothing could reach it. Once her fingers left the flower, she turned around and found herself looking out the window.
Snow piled up outside, reaching almost a foot deep, judging from the back porch. Brooke smiled. Jack had kept his promise.
A/N Oh my gods, I loved writing that chapter. I promise I'll be writing more often, so no more week and a half waits between chapters. I have a few things I want to say.
First off, the flower. Imagine it however you want to, I'm not going to go all you-must-think-of-it-this-way on you. Personally, I imagined it looking something like a cross between a lily and a cartoon flower. Made of ice. Also, there is not any hidden symbolism in the flower, it's just a flower left so she doesn't think it was a dream. Maybe.
Second, OMG THAT FROST ON WINDOW CONCERSATION. I don't know about you, but I LOVED THAT SHIT. IT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE AND VISUALIZE.
Btw, please review. I keep forgetting to ask and nobody actually reviews. PLEASE! It'll give me motivation to post sooner, just sayin'.
Please.
