I hesitantly took hold of the bottom of the window sill and pulled myself up, looking in. I recognised this place as Jamie's new place, where he had moved to. Not out of the town, just a different place. I had only seen him there a few times.
When I peered in the window, I saw a young girl about fifteen, sitting on her bed with a sketch pad, drawing. She brushed her long blonde hair out of her face and held the little book up, scrutinising it carefully, before pulling it back close to her face. She used her thumb to smudge something on the page. She pulled it back once again and her face turned from a slight frown to a big smile. I watched her lips as they mouthed 'Jack Frost' and she hugged the sketch pad close to her.
While her eyes were closed, I slowly opened the window and flew in.
"I miss you" She whispered, making me look up instantly thinking she had seen me. But she hadn't. Her eyes were still closed. "I don't know if they were just stories that Jamie told me, or if they were dreams. Maybe memories? I don't know…"
Her eyes fluttered and I flew to the ground as fast as I could. I don't know why I was hiding from her, I guess I was nervous. Her pretty green eyes, the way her eyebrows knitted together when she focussed, the way her mouth squished together and parted softly until she was happy with what she ended up with on the page, it was amazing. She… was beautiful. I sighed, stood up and gave her my best smile.
"I know you weren't expecting me, but I'm here" I garbled, hoping she wouldn't think I was weird. Usually I was so confident, but I didn't feel confident at all. She opened her eyes, sighed heavily and put the book down.
"I wish you were real" Sophie stood up, turned the light off and got in bed.
"But.. but I am!" I alleged, panicked. "Look at me! I am real!"
"Goodnight Jack" She stroked the little book and rolled over, closing her eyes. I sat on the edge of her bed and thought about how to make her see. That's when my eyes drifted to her notebook.
I snatched it and flipped through the pages. It looked like she'd had this for awhile. I saw pictures of walking eggs, colourful features everywhere. I saw pictures of Toothiana, I saw North, and then I saw me. And me. And me again. And again. It was so beautiful, just pencil drawings, some coloured, some not. There was one of me done in all shades of blue and white. There was one all pencil. The detail of the frost was almost exact to how it turned out on windows. I quickly grabbed the pencil, turned to the next empty page and wrote "Jack Frost Was Here" and frosted the page.
With that I dropped the book on her, waking her up instantly. She sat up and turned her little green lamp on and rubbed her eyes.
"What the hell?" She whined. I created a small wind, making the pages blow to that one page. She took it and stared at it for what seemed forever, until she ripped it out. My heart sank. What was she doing?
"Come on, Soph. Really?" I pulled my hoodie off and she stopped short of her wall and stared at me.
"Jack?"
"The one and only" I tipped my imaginary hat and grinned at her. She picked up some sticky stuff with a label of 'blue tac' on it and put little bits in the corners of my drawing, then she pinned it up on the wall with a whole heap of other drawings she'd down. Then she faced me.
"You're… beautiful"