"Hey Jack?" I question as I feel the cool breeze through the house.

"Yes?" I hear him answer behind me.

I turn off the sink and turn to face him. "I was wondering, why are you always so calm when you're around me?" I've been thinking about this for a while. I've seen him wound up and hyper when he's playing with the kids, helping them have as much fun as possible. When he comes to talk with me though, he sits still for hours at a time and just listens.

"Because you don't give off the same energy as an eight-year-old. I kind of feed off the energy they give off. When I play with the kids I act their age because I feel like I am. You always give off this calm energy that makes me able to sit still for long amounts of time. I'm still a teenager, I am able to just sit and talk for a while, but the kids always want to play. I never say no to a little fun and they're too young to talk to like I do with you. If I ever start to get fidgety I take Jamie outside to play."

I stared at him for a moment, letting what he had said sink in. In a twisted way it made a lot of since to me.

"That is the most confusing thing I have ever understood. There's one more thing I wanted to ask you as well." I grabbed his hand and moved him so he was sitting on one of the stools then moved to sit next to him on the other. He was looking at all of the pens, pencils, and paper that covered the counter before us.

"What is all this?" It was a fair question, but I giggled at it anyway.

"I'm a writer or I want to be at least. This is all my notes and research. There are a number of stories in there somewhere as well, but it's mostly just ideas I have that I didn't want to forget. Every few weeks I get some motivation and this happens. I had an idea for a character and that's where the question comes in, I need your eyes."

"Why do you need my eyes? Couldn't you just say blue?"

"Yeah, but yours are a different kind of blue. They also have a design in them that I would like to get a good look at, but only if you don't mind."

"I guess not. I have to say though, this is a little weird."

"Not really. I've done this to people who have been a lot less willing. Some of them didn't know they were being used as models." I laughed at his look of slight horror. "I'm a people watcher. I sit in one place for a long time and just watch people do their things."

"Okay, that's less creepy." He said with a laugh in his voice.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "I promise I'll be nice."

He rolled his eyes and mocked my look from before. "Alright then, go for it."

I smiled happily then turned to fish a notebook and pen out of the pile. When I was set up I gently grabbed his chin. I stared at his eyes for a while then started to take notes, never letting go of his face.

His eyes had three or four different shades of blue in them. Ranging from sky, to ice, to royal. They also had small flecks of gold, but you wouldn't see them unless you were looking. Both eyes had a snowflake design in them. The cool part was that the snowflakes were different. At one point I think he started to study my face just as much as I was studying his.

About ten minutes had passed before I finished. I let go of his face, turned back to the counter, and started to pile my thing more neatly. I stacked the notebooks in my arms to take to my room. I came back wearing shoes and my hoodie. Jack was still where I had left him moments before. I snuck up behind him, walking as quietly as I could. I grabbed his shoulders as I brought my head around to kiss hid cheek.

"Thanks for helping." I hold in my giggles as I watch his face turn a light blue. "Come on, let's go outside." He grabs his staff as I pull him out the door. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you use the door." I told him while we walked down the street, towards the woods.

Jack hadn't let go of my hand. Once we were outside I went to pull away, but he just laced his fingers with mine.

"That would be much too normal for me. It's way to fun to just fly through the window. Plus you always know it's me."

"I would know it was you no matter what. The wind really loves you"

"Yeah, we're kind of a packaged deal." I squeezed his hand as we strolled through the beautiful, white woods. I smiled softly at him.

"I don't mind." Hoping he understood that it wasn't just about the wind.

A/N I'm sorry this took so long to get to you guys. I'm also sorry that it's kind of lame, but this was just going to be filler fluff. I hope you enjoyed the cuteness. Thanks for reading and reviewing!