Chapter 5: Memories

Things had been going okay between you and Dashiell. Sure, once in awhile, he would have to cancel the few dates you guys ever had (he was so edgy about this topic, but you trusted him… errr), but he was so nice whenever he could spend time with you. But when these gifts started to come along, you asked him about it. His expression couldn't have possibly been anymore confused and astonished. So this obviously told you that this romantic, amazing gift wasn't from him.

You wish you knew who that rose was from.Otherwise, maybe you could find out if he was the same one who kept giving you nice gifts. First the rose, then an ice butterfly hairclip, and then the steel heart locket necklace. The one thing in common with them all was; they all were frozen and always on your art desk.

You adjusted your navy blue jacket and jeans and headed out the door, on your way to the park. Dashiell was busy again, so you decided to go to the park and sketch. You strode out into the cold; frozen water drops deciding to shower your warm self. Shivering, you hugged your arms closer and clutched you pad tighter as you made you way over the ice-covered sidewalk. The stroll was quite refreshing, the cool wind blowing in your face, slightly whipping your (h/l & h/c) hair.

Reaching your destination of the park bench, you sat down on the weathered wood that was unsurprisingly not wet at all. Just frosted over. The design was intricate, like it always was on this particular bench. Never on any other. Probably the best reason why this was your favorite bench ever. A cute little memory appeared in your wandering mind; the day you "met" Jack Frost. On a winter day very much like this one.

Flashback!

Snow crunching underfoot, you had marched onwards. Angry puffs of air blew from your mouth as you trekked. 'Can't believe she thinks I can't be on my own for 1 freakin hour.' Your 16-year-old self thought angrily as you marched onward toward Emily's household. Really, mother had such a thick skull sometimes.

Stomping forward, you slowed to a halt, as the air grew slightly warmer. Deciding to sit down and enjoy the rare warmth, you stalked over with a smile to the nearest bench. The wind tossed your (h/c) (h/c) hair around your face. It whipped at your eyes for quite awhile, making it kind of hard to see. That's when the air started to blow almost violently as the frost patterns became more prominent on the aging wood. Soon, the air stung your eyes so you had to look away. Slightly scared, you forced yourself to look back. What you saw took your breath away.

A boy about 17 or 18 years old was now sitting next to you. He wore a blue hoodie, which were covered in icy frost and a pair of brown canvas jeans. What you found strange, though, was that he was barefooted. In snow. Isn't he cold? Well, whatever. His skin was creamy pale and he had white hair, even whiter than the snow around the two of you. His facial features seemed kinda mischievous and… not one take you for rude, but dopey, like he would laugh at the corniest and worst joke.( Or just easily amused… forget I said anything)

He stared at you for a while, until he realized that you were staring as well and he lightly blushed. You followed suite.

" It's just a coincidence. Just a coincidence," he muttered under his breath. His voice was smooth like silk.

" Sorry if this sounds rude, but what is just a coincidence," you asked attractive stranger.

He seemed to be dumbfounded. His eyes widened at your assumed unexpected response. You raised your eyebrow at this, but didn't say a word until he spoke.

" Y-You… you can see me?" he mumbled questioningly.

" … Yes…? And why do you just keep mumbling."

He just looked at you, his pale, pink lips opened and face contorted in what looked like disbelief. He suddenly stood up and ran around in circles screaming "A believer~~!"

You stood up too, but slowly and looking at this guy, who either had hypothermia like you thought, or he escaped from a mental hospital and needed to go back. Desperately. Shaking the excess snow from your hair and walking towards the undetermined psychopath, you gave him a tap on the shoulder when he had faltered in his rounds. He turned and looked at you with a smile that would have shamed the Joker.

" Do you have hypothermia or something? Did you escape from the mental hospital or are you some creep?" you asked with a slight hint of sarcasm in your tone. Half of you was just joking, the other completely dead serious.

" All of the above. So sorry to disappoint," he replied. His silk voice just oozed a joking tone. Well.

You both snickered and looked at his eyes. They were quite mesmerizing. Crystal blue pools were his eyes, and you were drowning badly. You didn't believe in Love at First Sight. It was so cheesy. It was overused. It was downright tacky. But you thought it was happening right now. To you. Oh goodness gracious.

"I'm (y/n). (Y/n) (l/n),"You said sticking your hand out to shake.

He gave a blinding white smile. "Jack Frost at your service" he said with a very exaggerated bow.

"Nice name?" you said with a hint of confusion in your voice. What kind of person has a last name of frost?

He gave a small pouty face. " Don't you have anything to awe about to the bringer of winter?"

" There is something. I still think you need to go to the mental institute."

" So you really don't have enough imagination to think that maybe I could be the winter spirit people sing about in certain Christmas carols?"

You thought about your response for a few second. " Unfortunately for the both of us, I think I'd have to say yes. Now can you please pinch me and tell me I'm dreaming?"

Jack shook his head. He seemed to think for a second, before his face lit up again, with an even stupider grin.

"Well, you, Madame, are about to get so much imagination," he said with a foolish and off British accent. He rocketed upwards into the air, and… into the air?

You stared in shock, as Frost floated before you, in the air. Your mouth agape, you reached out to touch his hand that was held out for you. His pale skin was freezing.

His hand clasped your warm one and pulled you closer to his body. Instinctively, you wrapped you arms around his torso, and you instantly blushed. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing about it. Though you did find a faint smirk on his face.

He murmured something incoherent and you both flew up higher and higher. Something about the wind bringing them up. Screaming silently, you closed your eyes and buried your face into his chest you felt him tense up slightly, but he relaxed after a little while.

When you found the courage to open your eyes, your breath caught in your throat. Snow was falling lightly over a wonderland of an icy town. The sun was hitting the world just right so that it was sparkling from where you were.

" Okay, I got to admit, this is pretty cool," you said, barely audible. He gave a small smile while watching your eyes dart around, trying to get a good look at everything.

Your eyes locked on his eyes. He leaned in closer until-

End Flashback !

You shook your head. Turns out that it was a dream from two years ago when you fell asleep on the couch while being angry at mom. It was really was a pointless dream memory, but it felt precious.

Closing your eyes, your relaxed into your now slightly wet seat and let the wind whip at your hair and fell into a light sleep.

Mysterious Persons POV

Walking down the sidewalk, staff in hand, I'd have to say I felt strangely at peace. Ever since the disappearance of the Boogerman, more children have been able to see me. It's been great! I still have my favorites, (the Burgess kids) whom I was on my way to see right now.

Flying has always been my best sport. In 300 years, I had never found anything better. Well, maybe making snow fall and sledding might be on par, but I find myself fonder of flight. (Okay, stop rambling about flying, idiot.)

The sky above the clouds was dark and clear, stars stuck out like a sore thumb as they glowed and lit up the atmosphere. The air was clean and crisp and surprisingly cold, even against my skin.

Landing softly on solid ground, my bare feet stumbled slightly. I had put myself into Jamie's favorite park. He liked it here because this is where they held the Easter Egg Hunt every year. I strolled over to my personal park bench. During winter, I had it covered with frost at all times so people wouldn't want to sit there. All except one particularly curious girl. That really pretty girl who likes to sketch during her free time.

Her name? (F/N). I would just see her walk by a lot when I was around, playing with Jamie.

I looked back at the park bench. Think of the devil and the devil shall appear.