And that's how it all started. We tackled each other and threw snowballs at one another, even the kids joined in. It turned into a tackle snowball fight. It was a lot of fun. But eventually, the kids had to go home. I knew a few of their names. The boy who had allowed me to join them was Jamie Bennett. He introduced me to his sister, Sophie, and his friend, Pipa. Once they had all left, I started for my own house across the street. But what I wasn't expecting was that I was being followed. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket before glancing around. The white-haired boy was walking beside me, his staff in hand.

"Is there a purpose for me to be followed?" I asked.

He glanced at me as if he hadn't heard me. "So you can see me? I thought I had only imagined it."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I can see you. Why wouldn't I be able to see you?" I asked, confused.

He shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Oh come on, even telling me your name is something I won't believe?"

"Well…" He scratched the back of his head.

"Please?" I asked sweetly. Nobody can resist that voice.

"It's Jack… Jack Frost." He said, not looking at me. I was correct!

I almost choked. "As in, the Jack Frost?" He nodded, almost reluctantly. "Come on, that's gotta be a joke."

"It's not a joke," he insisted.

"Alright, fine." I raised my hands in surrender. I stopped and turned to him. "Prove to me that you really are Jack Frost."

He smirked, "Alright, if you insist." A strong gust of cold wind blew by and swept him away into the air. I gawked at him as he twirled and spun around above my head. He swung his staff and made the snow stop, but only for it to snow on top of me. I blinked in surprise and awe, raising my hands to catch a few snowflakes. My smile grew before I giggled and twirled around. "Do you believe me now?" He had landed beside me after making it stop snowing completely.

I turned to him with gleaming green eyes and nodded. "Y-Yeah! I can't believe you're real!"

"And I can't believe you can actually see me," Jack said.

I became confused once more. "I still don't understand. Why wouldn't I be able to see you?"

"Well, only kids like Jamie can see me because they believe in me. Adults and people around your age usually stop believing so I'm invisible to them." Jack explained.

"So… What you're saying is that I believe in you, therefore I can see you?"

"Yep." I blinked and stared at the ground in thought. "So, what's your name?"

I looked up to him. "Alicia, Alicia Rayson."

"Alicia…" He said, testing my name on his tongue. It actually sounded quite nice, coming from him. "That's pretty." He smiled at me.

I blushed and averted my gaze. "Th-Thanks…" A voice coming from across the street, which I still haven't crossed yet, made us look up.

"Alice! Get in here before you catch a cold!" It was my father.

I blushed even more, knowing that Jack had heard the nickname. "Alice?" He turned to me in confusion and amusement, seeing my blushing face.

"I-It's just a nickname my dad gave me." I said hurriedly. "I either go by Alicia, Alice, or Ali. It doesn't matter." I shrugged before turning back to the street. "I gotta go, see you later." I then crossed the street and entered the house, where my dad was waiting for me. I glanced over my shoulder at him, which I'm not sure why I did, before shutting the door behind me.

I sighed as I unpacked my things. I stored my clothes in the dresser that sat in the far corner of my room. I put my pencils, erasers, and sketchbook inside my desk and I put my phone and laptop on top of the desk. Once everything was unpacked, I stored the duffel bag and the suitcase in my closet. I checked the time on my phone. It was only 12:34pm. I had just come up from lunch, which my dad had insisted on making it himself, and he told me that he wanted to do something special with me tomorrow. Though, he wouldn't tell me what it was.

I sat on my bed and stared out the window, crossing my arms on the windowsill and setting my chin on my arms. Jack had kept the sky clear ever since he had shown me he was truly Jack Frost. I don't exactly know where he went after I came inside, but I sure hope I can see him again. The window began to frost over with intricate designs and I sat up straight, removing my arms from the windowsill and staring at the frosted glass in awe. One of the designs looked exactly like a hand. I lifted my right hand up and placed it on top of the hand on the window. As soon as I did, my hand felt really cold. A face came into view on the other side of the window. It was Jack's face. His electric-blue eyes met my bright green ones and I didn't dare blink.

I soon had to because my eyes started to hurt. I removed my hand from the window and unlocked it before opening it, letting in a gust of cold air. I shivered, just as Jack climbed into the window. "Oh, hello," I said, bringing my hands up to wrap my arms around myself to keep warm.

Jack floated down and sat cross-legged on the bed in front of me. I closed the window before turning to him. "So you just moved here?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No, my dad bought this house for whenever we have vacations or whatnot. I guess it's a getaway house, if you want to call it that." I told him. A "getaway" house? That sounded stupid.

Thankfully, Jack didn't take any notice of it. He was looking around my plain bedroom. "I haven't seen you around here before. So this is your first vacation here?"

"Yeah, it is." I answered. The door to my room creaked open a bit and I turned to see a fluffy tail disappear behind the bed. I smirked and turned back to Jack who was staring confusedly at the door.

"What was that?" He asked.

I grinned widely, showing off white teeth. "You'll see soon enough."

Jack raised a dark eyebrow at me, but before he could say anything, my favorite fluff ball leaped into his lap. Startled, he almost fell onto his back, but he caught himself before he did. He stared down at the dusky-colored cat in his lap before slowly putting a hand on its back.

"Jack, meet Tido," I giggled.

"Tido, huh?" Jack gave a smile and began to slowly stroke Tido from his head to his lower back. Tido stared up at him with loving amber eyes and purred softly, sheathing and unsheathing his claws in the fabric of the frosted sweater. "What is he doing?"

I giggled once more. "He-He's kneading. It's what cats do when they are enjoying the attention they're getting."

"Hm. Just as long as he doesn't start pulling strings," Jack grumbled.

I rolled my eyes before reaching over and scratching Tido behind his head. He leaned back and closed his eyes, purring all the while. I smiled softly. Tido was the only cat I ever had, and the only friend who understood me completely. He may not have the loudest purr in the world, but he was still the most lovable ball of fluff I could ever ask for.

"Hey, want to have some fun?"

I blinked in surprise, having being caught off guard by the question. "Fun?" I asked, confused. "What kind of fun?"

Jack smirked and gently picked Tido up with both hands before setting him on my pillow. Like always, Tido didn't mind. He just stayed on the pillow and curled up. Jack stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up to my feet. He then opened my window and started climbing out, pulling me with him.

Knowing where this was going, I pulled against his hand, making him glance over his shoulder. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Come on, you'll be alright. You won't fall," Jack assured. He began pulling me to him, but I pulled against him again.

I tugged my hand free before holding a finger up. "Hold on a sec." I then turned, jumped off my bed, and dug through my dresser. I pulled out a plain red sweater and quickly put it on before jumping back onto my bed in front of Jack. "Okay, I'm ready now." I hope.

Jack smiled and grabbed my hand again, making me blush slightly. But it quickly disappeared as Jack pulled me out of the window. I kneeled down inside the open window and stared down at the ground maybe, five feet down.

"A-Are you sure about this?" I asked nervously.

Jack nodded, his blue eyes never leaving mine. "I'm sure, Ali."

I blushed again. I don't know why I was blushing. I've heard boys use my nicknames before. So why am I blushing when Jack uses them? I took a deep, shaky breath and then leaped from the windowsill. I quickly grabbed onto Jack's sweater as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"I told you I wouldn't let you fall." I could just hear the smirk in his voice.

I lifted my head from his chest and stared at him. "Thanks." I watched as he closed the window so that Tido wouldn't get out. I then squeaked as he re-positioned me in his arms, holding me bridal style, and sped off into the sky. I clutched his sweater tighter in my hands and buried my face in the frosted fabric. I didn't want to look down, nor did I want Jack to see how possibly frightened I must look.

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