Did I say I couldn't update until this weekend? Yes, and it's true, but I'm going to not write my final exam and do this instead because I am so floored by all the notifications I am getting! Thank you so much you guys.

I also realize that first chapter wasn't a lot to review on, so those of you who favorited without reviewing, I see you ;)

And those of you that did review, this is for you :D Thank you!

Of Soft Breezes and Wintry Nights

Chapter Two: You've Got Mail

Claire stared at her windshield, unblinking. Her thoughts ran over one another trying to explain this phenomenon as she slowly bent to pick up the scraper. She stood up, staring at the windshield again.

"You've got to be kidding," she said aloud, trying to think of people who could have done this. She didn't really know anyone who lived in her apartment complex, and she hadn't been angered by anyone.

Except Jack Frost.

"Jack…?" She whispered, trying to cling to her previous undoubting belief. He's actually…Did he? No, there's no way…but it is possible…When you believe in something, you should believe in it all the way, she reasoned with herself. …Even if it freaks you out. Okay, so say he did do this then…Why not.

-((The tree))-

Jack nearly laughed aloud as she dropped the scraper in shock. Oh this is perfect, he thought, grinning as she slowly bent to pick it up. He waited for she was going to say with keen anticipation.

Jack? He heard in his head, although it sounded slightly fuzzy. Fuzzy? Jack thought, is she losing her belief? Did I scare her? The last thing he wanted to do was to frighten her. Suddenly, he wanted to take all of it back, he wished he never let her know he was there-

I guess it's okay Jack, he heard in his head clearly, Winter is winter right? But some snow instead wouldn't hurt. He watched her smile at no one in particular before she got into her car.

Jack couldn't figure out why he felt so relieved.

-((the next morning))-

Claire locked her apartment door and headed for her car, half expecting to see messages written on her windshield. Don't be crazy Claire, she told herself. That was probably a one time thing. It's not every day that Jack Frost sends you messages—she stopped short, staring at her car.

All the other cars had the normal thin layer of frost associated with the first signs of winter. Her car had four inches of snow piled on it.

As if in a daze, she walked over to the front of her car, touching the powdery substance like it was made of gold. She stared at it for a moment before bursting into giggles. "Oh Jack," she said smiling before she climbed into her car and used the windshield wipers to push the harmless snow away.

In a far off tree, Jack grinned to himself, glad to hear her laughing voice.

-((some hours later, early evening))-

Jack wasn't quite sure why he waited for her to come home. He had loads of other places to go that required his mischief, but for some reason he found he didn't want to.

Hmmm, he thought, pondering these new developments as he lay on his tree branch, watching the road. This is an entirely new thing. I'm just…curious I guess. I want to know more about her.

At that moment, said girl's car pulled into the parking lot, and said girl stepped out of the car before slowly walking to her apartment. Jack leapt out of the tree and followed her, hovering from a distance.

I have to be careful; she can probably see me, Jack thought as he watched her open a door to an apartment complex. He watched the windows as she climbed the stairs, looking for any sign as to what window represented her apartment. Soon after, he watched her open the shade to what appeared to be a living room before disappearing. Then, light shone from behind a curtain on a nearby window.

That's her! Jack thought, hovering close to the corner of the covered window. He tried to peek through the light curtains to see where she lived. Unnoticed by him, frost began to gather on the window.

Interesting, he thought, intrigued by this girl who believed in him. He couldn't tell the color of her eyes, but he was entranced by her shoulder-length brown hair and silhouette. All too soon, however, the girl felt his eyes upon her, and as she turned to look at the window he ducked, not wishing for her to see him.

-((switch!))-

Claire approached the window slowly. I swear I just saw someone there…she thought cautiously, which would be a pretty impressive feat on the third story. She pulled back the window and saw nothing but a large accumulation of frost. Her eyes narrowed.

That is, it would be an impressive feat if you couldn't fly,she thought, grinning. "I caught you Jack," she said, grinning as she stared at the frost. "You've left some pretty incriminating evidence!"

Not expecting a reply, she turned to go to the kitchen before being struck with an idea. She stopped, turning back to the window. Opening it slightly, she reached her hand out into the cold to carve into the frost with her fingernail:

Thank You.

Smiling to herself, she shut the curtain before setting off into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

-((Meanwhile))-

Jack listened from underneath the windowsill as the girl scraped something onto the window. Once the window shut, he cautiously looked above him. Seeing that she had closed the curtains again, he flew up to the window and inhaled sharply, seeing her message.

Thank You.

He stared at it for a moment, grinning stupidly. Mischief gleamed in his eyes as he got another idea. He refrosted the window before writing his own message…

-((Later))-

Claire snapped her textbook shut, sighing happily. Bedtime! She thought as she packed her bag for the next day. As her thoughts wandered, her gaze fell on the window. She stared at it in indecision.

Did he get my message? She wondered. Maybe I should check… She started to walk towards the window before stopping herself. No, that'd be crazy… She turned away. Then again, she thought, this morning was crazy…

I could use a little crazy, she thought, reaching for the curtain.

Ring!

Claire was startled out of her reverie as her cell phone rang. She reached into her pocket and answered, "Hello?"

"How's my beautiful baby sister doing?" the grinning voice said.

"Hey Hunter," she said, collapsing onto her bed. "Nothing much, working hard, studying so I can graduate debt-free like my handsome brother," she replied.

Hunter Archer (their parents had a sense of humor) grinned, pushing his sandy blonde hair out of his face as he sat down on a chair in his living room. "That's my girl. I just wanted to make sure you were still you know, alive, because you never call me and all—"

"Why would I bother when you religiously call me three times a week?" Claire said, grinning.

Hunter pouted at the cell phone. "I see that I'm loved," he said dryly. "You know I'm just looking out for you. Ever since the accident—"

"I know I know," Claire said, rubbing the small scar on her neck, "you feel obligated to fulfill the parental role—"

"And I just want to make sure you're not overworking yourself. I know you don't take the time to make a lot of friends over there," he continued.

Claire blushed. "I'm not very good at keeping in touch with people. I have higher priorities, you could say," she said, looking at her textbooks.

"Well it's good to be driven, but not to be driven crazy," Hunter added. Claire was struck by how relevant his comment was to her previous thoughts.

"Some crazy isn't that bad," she said cryptically.

"Yeah, but not the school-related kind," Hunter finished. "It's just good to hear your voice. Call me this weekend, you hear? I want to make sure you aren't buried in a book avalanche at the library."

"Sure," she said, yawning. "Love you."

"Love you too," Hunter said before hanging up. Claire got up from the couch, stretching. She surreptitiously looked over at the window again.

It's not school-related crazy, she thought determinedly, pulling back the curtain. She gasped, staring at the message on the window:

You're welcome. Good Night.

-((To Be Continued!))-

Yay! There's a little more for you, considerably more to review about. I seriously probably won't be able to do anymore until the weekend though.

But please let me know what you think!

~freaky-hanyou