Okay, me explaining about something and food is involved means i was really hungry at the time. So I finished typing up the story. YAY! So i just need to post it all. :D The story is 19 chapters (I think) long. The third part is going to be called A Summer's Tale. (DUH) So I'm super excited for the third part.

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(MY THOUGHTS)


Chapter 11: Run, Run, Run (Alexandra POV)

I don't know how long I have been running. I took a snow globe that turned into a portal. Then I ran to the Pond and my encounter with Pitch and Jamie was not the best. I'm bleeding on my arm and somewhere on my leg. I hold my arm so it doesn't bleed.

I can't run anymore. Every fifth tree, I stop to catch my breath. Every time I touched a tree there is my blood and then moss grows the second I let go. I looked at my arm and it's bad. Then I looked at my leg and this is way worse than I though. The cut on my leg is from my mid-thigh to my knee. I leaned back on the tree and I know I can't do anything about it.

"Alexandra," A voice called out.

I'm too weak to call out. All I managed was the word, "Help," and I don't think anyone heard me, but me. My leg is killing me. Everywhere is burning.

"Alexandra," The voice said a lot closer, "It's me Jamie. "

He gave me some water. I feel some of my energy returning to me. He tried pulling me up but I fell on the ground, "I can't walk anymore," I managed to say.

He sat next to me and said, "I'm sorry."

"For what," I asked and took another sip of water.

"For putting you in this mess," Jamie said.

"You didn't put the serum in me, you didn't take away my memories, and I'm positive that you are not the one that changed my powers," I said.

It wasn't his fault. My leg is burning and with my heart racing like this isn't helping either.

"I know I didn't do that, but I'm saying sorry for the wounds you got from Pitch. I'll fix them up," Jamie laughed.

I totally forgot about the cuts. I like it how he cares so much for me and yet he doesn't even know me.

"You are awfully quiet for a girl who Jack claims to be stubborn," Jamie said.

"I'm not stubborn," I yelled.

"Denial," Jamie mocked.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I said.

"I know that. I tried to distract you," Jamie said.

"You care a lot about me and yet you don't even know me," I said a loud.

I bit the inside of my lip.

"I, mean like well, I don't know you that clearly. Like there's this wall and it's like I know you but I don't," I rambled.

"Relax. Jack talks about you like crazy. He would tell me all the adventures Jack and you would have," Jamie said, "I'm sorry that you have a wall in your head."

"It was only us when we were alive. We did everything together. I know why he is over protecting," I said.

"What do you mean," Jamie asked.

"Jack protects for a reason. Even its the world's most stupid reason he protects you to the end," I explained.

"Til the end," Jamie repeated.

"Exactly," I replied.

We walked in silence, until he broke the silence, "My favorite color is red."

"What," I asked.

"My favorite color is red," Jamie said, "Like a deep red. Not red as a fire truck but like red velvet cake red."

"Why are you telling me this," I asked.

"So you get to know me. It's going to be while," Jamie said, "What is your favorite color?"

"Blue, like a dark sky blue," I replied, "How old were you when you died?"

"I was twenty-one when I died. Jack told me everything and tooth gave me back my memories. They told me I liked a girl a lot, but not in love and we got in a huge fight and I left. There was a drunk driver and I saw the drunk and turned the wrong way and basically drove off the cliff. Now, here I am," Jamie explained, "What about you?"

"I was 19, I drowned and a knife and it was a total mess. Like there was a knife to my throat, and this guy, Didrik, was in love and turned evil and it was insane. I died at the pond that isn't far from here. I remember everything. It was a messy battle," I said, "I'm sorry."

"I know, Jack told me in great detail," Jamie said, "And I'm sorry for the craziness in your life."

We walked in silence for a while. Jack loves telling stories about me to Jamie. I don't know how long we been in silence until Jamie said something.

"Favorite flower," Jamie asked.

"Jack told you that one. It's so common in the story that Jack told you," I said.

"I know I want you to say it," Jamie said with a smile.

"Roses," I said, "Favorite story?"

"I don't have one," Jamie said.

"What," I said.

"I was twelve and I was addicted to all of reading about this. I never thought about living in it," Jamie explained.

"You like Folklore," I assumed.

"Yeah, you can say that," Jamie said, "What's your favorite food ever?"

"Berries and Honey," I answered.

"That sounds gross," Jamie said.

"It doesn't taste bad," I replied.

We both laughed.

"How's your leg holding up," Jamie asked.

"Still in pain but I liked the distraction," I said.

"Well it's your turn to ask me a question," Jamie said.

"When did you first like me? I mean actually like me to go chasing after me in the woods. I know that no one does that for any reason. They only do it out of love," I blurted out.

"When I first saw you, to be exact, before Pitch put that serum in you. When I developed them when Jack told me stories about you and him growing up and how you are alive and didn't let the ice get to you," Jamie said nervously.

"Really," I said in shock.

Jamie comes closer to me and cups my face, "Really as really gets."

He comes closer to my face and a voice said, "Guys! Pitch is gone!"

I recognized that voice anywhere and scolded, "Jack!"

"Not now," Elsa said.

"What do you mean Pitch is gone," Jamie said.

"He disappeared out of thin air, gone," Jack explained.

Jamie and I looked at each other. I have so many thoughts running through my head, all about Jamie and trying to figure out what just happened.