Kyler sat on the couch in the living room, head bowed, while Jack perched on the arm rest next to her. Her mom, Irene, was yelling about something, but Ky wasn't paying much attention. Just continued to stare at her hands in her lap. The word 'dad' caught her attention though.
"What about dad?" She asked.
"Oh, so now you answer! Your father has requested permission to have you visit him in prison."
"What?!" Ky yelled.
"The court gave permission."
"How?! He's a violent, psychotic, sociopathic monster that murdered my sister and your daughter!"
"The wrong daughter too," Irene snapped. Ky was taken aback, and deeply hurt. Jack wrapped an arm around Ky's shoulders to comfort her. Inside, he was about ready to freeze Irene into an ice cube. "You're going."
"No," Ky said.
"What?"
"I'm 17, I can make my own decisions," Ky said, standing and walking away. Irene looked about to charge after her, but then the door opened and Alan, Jamie, and Sophie entered. Jack followed Ky to her room, to find it locked. He flew out the hallway window and went around to her window. He knocked, and she opened the window to let him in. She fell back onto her bed as he closed the window and rested his staff against the wall. Ky looked sad, and more so than usual.
"Ky?" Jack said.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," She admitted. Jack sat next to her, and she rested her head in his lap. He ran his fingers through her brown locks.
"Not like I haven't seen your other fights," Jack said. She sighed.
"Mind if I put on music?"
"Not at all," Jack said. She pointed to the side table and Jack grabbed the remote for the IHome. She pointed it at her IPod, and pressed play.
I try to make it through my life. In my way, there's you. I try to make it through these lies. That's all I do. Just don't deny it. Just don't deny it, and deal with it. Yeah deal with it. You tried to break me. You wanna break me, bit by bit. That's just part of you.
If you were dead or still alive, I don't care, I don't care, And all the things you left behind, I don't care, I don't care.
I try to make you see my side. Always trying to stay in line. But your eyes see right through. That's all they do. I'm getting tired of this shit. I got no room when inside this- But you wanted me just deal with it. So...
If you were dead or still alive, I don't care, I don't care, And all the things you left behind, I don't care, I don't care
(Nothing can care about, I'm taking care of it. You won't be there for me; you won't be there for me)
If you were dead or still alive, I don't care, I don't care, And all the things you left behind, I don't care, I don't care
If you were dead or still alive, I don't care, (Nothing can care about, I'm taking care of it.) I don't care, And all the things you left behind, I don't care, (you won't be there for me, you won't be there for me) I don't care at all.
Jack looked down to see that Ky had slipped off into sleep. Jack sighed and continued to run his fingers through her hair.
"Pssst. Ky. Wake up," Jack said, shaking the girl in his lap. She whined and rolled over, now laying face down on his thigh. Jack stared at her, fighting down a blush. He poked her side. "Ky... Ky... Kyyyyyy... KYLER."
"What?!" Ky yelped, sitting up. The crown of her head hit Jack's jaw, and they both winced. "Shit."
"Sorry," Jack said, rubbing the forming bruise.
"My fault," She said, rubbing her head. They then laughed. "How long was I out?"
"About a half hour."
"And you sat there the whole time? Wow, I'm impressed," Ky teased, smiling. Jack stuck out his tongue and she grinned. "Real mature."
"I'm almost 300 years old, cut me some slack," Jack said.
"No wonder they call you old man winter,"
"Hey!" Jack said. She laughed. She got up and looked to the window.
"Let's get out of here. I'm bored." She said.
Jack tossed a snowball in his hand as Kyler sprawled in the snow. Her breath puffed out in clouds, causing her to smirk every now and then. Jack was impressed that she wasn't even shivering, considering she was in pajama pants (which were Dr. Seuss themed, and soaked from the slush) and a tank top.
"How aren't you cold?" Jack asked.
"I am cold. But I liked the cold," Kyler said, cracking an eye to look up at him. He fought off another blush and looked away. "You've asked me that before. How come you're so curious?"
"Your answers keep changing," Jack lied smoothly. Ky saw right through it though, and stood.
"Jack...," She said. He looked away. She walked closer and cocked her head to the side. "Jaaack..."
"Don't worry about it... Have I ever invited you ice skating?" Jack suddenly asked. Kyler's eyebrows rose to meet her hairline and she shook her head. Jack grinned. He bowed and offered a hand. "Then, Lady Kyler of Burgess, would you like to go ice skating."
"I would very much like so, Sir Frost of Burgess," Kyler replied with a laugh. She took his hand and he spun her to his chest, holding her waist tightly.
"Hold on!" He chirped, and he took off.
"Jack, are you sure this is a good idea?" Kyler asked, eyeing the ice warily. Jack nodded.
"I froze it over twice already," He said, stepping onto the ice. He held out his hand to Kyler. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," She said nervously, taking his hand. He stepped backwards until her feet hit the ice. She took a deep breath and looked at him.
"You're alright. One step at a time," He said. She did as he said and they carefully walked to the middle of the pond.
"For a lake, this is more of a glorified pond," Kyler said. Jack laughed, but didn't take his eyes from their feet. He then looked up and said, "All you have to do is slide across the ice, legs wide and knees bent. It's all about balance."
"Easy for you to say, you can fly," Kyler said. She began moving, but went a bit too fast and fell to her knees. Jack walked over and pulled her up.
"I've had my fair share of falls. Go slower," Jack suggested. Kyler nodded and took off again. She slowly circled the pond, Jack leading her backwards. He let go of her hands and she made a few laps herself before laughing and picking up speed.
Jack gaped as she whipped around the pond, spinning and sliding backwards at some points. She nearly crashed into Jack and he caught her waist, both of them tumbling to the ice. Jack took the brunt of the crash and landed on his back, cradling Kyler to his chest. Kyler peeked through her hair with a sheepish smiled.
"Sorry?" She said. Jack chuckled airily and rolled over, pinning her down on the ice.
"Started it again."
"Jesus, Jack!" Kyler laughed. She shoved his shoulder but he didn't budge. Their laughs died out and they were left in a very close staring contest. "Hey Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you so curious about me being cold?" Kyler asked. Jack's eyes flickered over her face for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her. Kyler's eyes flew wide before fluttering closed. Jack pulled back, and watched with amusement as Kyler's breath was cold enough to make clouds in the air.
"I wanted to see if that would work even if you were cold," Jack said. Kyler snorted and pulled him back for another kiss.
