Okay so I guess I'm not too good at snowball fights, but hey, can you blame me? Its not like I indulged in them during my youth, PCFES remember? Snowball fights were a definite no no for those wanting to achieve excellence in their future. If one wanted to be a well-groomed citizen anticipating a successful future, a level of sophistication is required during the tender ages of one's life in order to instill a productive mentality. At least that's what I told myself. Thinking back to PCFES now I'm really starting to doubt whether it was worth losing my childhood. Despite my hard work it seems like I'm becoming some stressed out schizophrenic teenager. It's like-

Smack.

It's really like-

Smack Smack.

"Will you guys cut it out! I'm trying to reflect on my life in my vanquished state!" I screeched at the kids who continued to pelt snowballs at my back as I lay face down in the snow. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to hit someone when they're down!"

"But we're not satisfied" someone I learned was called Cupcake explained. "It was hardly a fight the way you gave up so fast."

Hardly a fight! Though it may have been a poorly offensive fight on my side, I'm sure they got the action they were seeking. Also let's not forget that I gave it my all.. defending myself. But that's what kids like, right? Experiencing the thrill of a having a perfectly good moving target to chuck things at.

"She has a point Selena" I heard a deep masculine voice agree.

Oh hell no! Jack did not just say that after he.. after he!

I quickly pushed myself up and rolled onto my back before sitting up and crossing my legs. Finding the object of my aggression, I saw the Winter Spirit pointing his stick towards the snow-covered turf, creating a seemingly endless supply of snowballs for the kids. What do I look like? Some carnival game that kids are lining up to try their hand at!?

"You have no right to be talking after you betrayed me! Besides eight against one is hardly fair. If you think it's "Fun" to trick people into trusting you before turning around and pelting a snowball at them, you are sorely mistaken!" After Jack and me decided that we would work together to beat the kids, he immediately turned around and yelled "Pysch!" before throwing another snowball right in my face. After that it was just plain embarrassing as I tried to attack, defend, crawl, and cry my way out of the fight.

Jack raised an eyebrow at me before ceasing his work and throwing his stick over one shoulder. "Well this whole scenario reminds me of somebody very familiar. I wonder who that could be?"

He's going to keep bringing this up till the day I die, isn't he? Then again I hope I don't keep seeing him that long. I can already imagine myself knitting little socks for my grandchildren while Jack keeps peeking over my shoulder and turning my floor into an ice skating ring.

"I never said I would "help" help you anyway. I only helped with those blankets that made you look like one of Bunny's walking eggs!" Jack defended.

"Bunny? Don't tell me the Easter Bunny is real too now?" I cried.

"Of course he is! Although he's more like an Easter Kangaroo."

Easter Bunnies? Easter Kangaroos? What's next, Easter Clams! I don't even want to know anymore. All I knew was that there was a very comfortable couch that I needed to be napping on right now. A couch that was safe from children and a certain adolescent pain in the ass.

"I'm out of here, it's been fun being your target for the morning but I think it's time I retreat" I moaned as I got up to walk back to my house.

Before I could escape this frozen battlefield, I felt something faintly tug my sleeve. Looking down I noticed a small boy wearing an oversized beanie, staring up at me big hazel eyes. Well I guess all kids aren't too bad.

"…" he muttered quietly.

"What kid? Did you say something?"

The kid looked down shyly before closing his eyes and motioning with his tiny mitten for me to come closer. I raised an eyebrow at him before getting down on my knees and tilting my head towards the small boy.

"Okay what is it-"

Splat!

I should have known better.

Snowballs are quickly becoming my least favorite object on this planet. I didn't even get angry this time; I just stared at the kid with a very fed up look. There are only so many snowballs I can eat in one day before I am completely full.

"Nice one Will!" the kids congratulated. In turn the little boy smiled widely displaying his lack of two front teeth as his beanie sank further in his eyes. Meanwhile, the background housed a very amused Jack that wiped fake tears from his eyes before indulging in slow, drawn-out claps. Okay now I'm really out of here.

"Hey where are you going!" Jack yelled noticing my intentions.

"Anywhere but here" I responded.

I walked away from the giggling children as fast as my feet would permit through the sparkling snow, finally in the direction of my house. Since when did the world begin to hate me this much? I've done well in school, never broken the law, and like to think that I'm a good daughter. Between the juvenile and white haired harassment I'm not sure how much more of this "acceptance will guide the way" thing I can handle before I finally break. How can I learn to trust Jack when all he does is act like some frivolous kid! Oh and speaking of a frivolous kid..

Crack.

I sighed.

"Jack I know you're following me." With these words I stopped in my tracks to look around for the harbinger of my doom.

"Now where are-AH!"

Suddenly Jack swung into my line of sight as he hung upside down from a branch located right above my head. Finding him inches from my face, I quickly stumbled backwards, heavily blushing.

"I knew I landed too harshly this time." Jack admitted with a slightly defeated look upon his face. Next he flipped off the branch and gracefully landed feet first in the snow before offering a shy smile. He paused for a moment, as if he was debating with himself over something. Before I decided that this wasn't worth anymore of my time, I saw Jack clench his hands into fists at his sides before finally opening his mouth to speak. "Listen I'm sorry about back there. I guess you did apologize for the staff incident, but I let my pranks get the better of me. Again."

I was stunned. Even though I've only met Jack, I don't think I've ever seen this boy so sincere. Of course this could be another trick, but some strange intuition told me I could trust him one more time. Well of course there was also the fact that he was staring at me with those piercing blue eyes, which I was disappointed to admit, were quite attractive.

"Um it's fine I guess."

At my words Jack's face lit up again, renewing his playful smile. "So do you believe yet?"

Believe? I must say it is becoming harder not to believe, but still my ideals were not going to change just over a snowball fight and some conversation. Of course I would never allow Jack the pleasure of knowing this.

"Maybe, maybe not." I replied with one of my own smiles. "So I guess that means you're just going to have to try harder." I started to resume my walk back home.

Noticing me walking away, he quickly caught up before falling into pace with me. "Alright, what do you think will make you believe then?"

"Well, you could start by getting me a new blanket."

Jack glanced at me with an incredulous look on his face. "A new blanket? How's bringing you a blanket going to help you believe?"

Sheesh, isn't the answer obvious?

"When I'm warm and comfortable, then I may be in the mood to start believing. Besides you already promised to get me one."

Jack raised an eyebrow at this, clearly skeptical of my reasoning. "So I take it you just don't like the cold?"

"Not particularly, no. Hence the need for a blanket"

In response to my statement Jack put his hand on his heart in mock hurt. "Selena! I'm crushed! I am an embodiment of all things cold. To insult the cold is to insult me!"

I rolled my eyes. "Well then I'm glad I could kill two birds with one stone."

It was Jack's turn to roll his eyes. "Leave it to fate that I meet the one teenager that has a perpetual grudge against me," Jack said with a sigh.

"It's time you better believe it."

"Look who's talking." Jack then paused for a moment, clearly in deep thought. "There is one thing though that doesn't add up."

I turned to look at him. "And what would that be?"

"For some reason you can see me even though there isn't a bit of belief in you. Kids are often able to see Guardians like me when they genuinely believe in them. So I was wondering if by chance you heard a lot of stories about me when you were younger?"

I thought back to my early life. Though I never believed in people like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, I heard numerous stories about them growing up. It was pretty hard not to hear about Santa every time Christmas rolled around. Between the songs, movies, and decorations I could not get enough of this made up overweight man who could miraculously slid down people's chimneys. But Jack Frost? Practically nothing.

"Nope."

Jack looked slightly stunned. "Despite being an Guardian, kids don't usually believe in me. But sometimes they've at least heard songs about me. I think I've even been in a couple of those moving picture things."

"You mean movies?" I supplied. Just how old is this guy! Then I thought back to Jaime. Oh right, 300.

"Yeah, mov-ehs or whatever they are called. The weird thing is that if you don't know that much about me, and you clearly don't believe, why can you see me?"

Why could I see him? I thought I already told myself that I was schizophrenic? I guess I could play along though.

"It's simple. I am an extraordinary creature that has defied the natural laws of this world."

Jack shook his head. "English please?"

"I'm awesome." Jack face palmed.

I smirked, clearly reveling in the moment of one-upping the King of Narcissism himself. This is progress, if I can find more things that bother this trickster, I might just have a shot at simply scaring him away if all else fails. "Don't take it too hard but most people can't live up to this" I said while pointing at myself. "Who knows, this power could only be the beginning, tomorrow I may be able to make banana peels appear in front of unsuspecting pedestrians. Then we can both be annoying tricksters. Oh I can just picture it now, ice and bananas, now where could we go wrong?"

Jack shrugged with a ghost of a smile returning to his pale face. "One, I've never been much of a team player, two, I'm pretty sure there can only be one prankster mastermind on this planet, and three, you're not fun enough to even have such a superpower."

I can't believe him! I didn't really have much fun, but that didn't mean I was completely devoid of it!

"I can be fun!" I angrily defended.

Jack crossed his arms over his hoodie. "Oh really now? Last time I saw you trying to have fun you were being attacked with snowballs and begging for mercy."

"Hate to break it you, but snowball fights aren't my sort of fun."

Jack just stared at me like I had grown another head. "What do you mean not your sort of fun? Being the Guardian of Fun I am an expert on what's considered fun, and snowballs fights happen to be fun!"

I casually looked at my nails. "Yea still not fun."

Jack grunted in frustration before deciding that he would risk asking another question. "So what is fun to you then?"

Hmm, what is fun? Oh! I know!

"Fun is taking a nap in a new blanket."

"The same thing that helps you to believe," Jack deadpanned.

"You're finally starting to understand me!" I cheered.

Jack sighed again. I think my plan is really working!

"I guess next you're going to say that a new blanket will also cook dinner for you?"

I smiled.

Wait. Hold on. Since when was I smiling this much? I can't seriously be actually enjoying this conversation.

Suddenly I found that we had arrived in front of my house. Walking up my driveway and to the front door, I stopped my hand on the knob, turning to look back at Jack. "Who knows? I guess we'll just have to find out when I get that new blanket, wont we?" And with that, I opened the door and shut it in his face before he could respond.

Jamie's House, Jack POV

"What do you mean you don't know what she really thinks is fun?" I questioned Jaime. Blankets were not going to cut it. Ever since I met Selena I've clearly thought she was strange, but to not know how to have fun? Now that was just plain impossible. How was I supposed to make someone who technically should be believing, believe if I couldn't find one thing that she actually enjoyed. I'm the Guardian of Fun, so naturally I should be able to convince her of my existence if she eventually decides to enjoy herself for a change.

Jamie looked to me with apologetic brown orbs as he sat next to me on the floor leaning against his bed. "I'm sorry, I really don't know Jack. Selena is older than me so I'm not really sure what she even liked as a kid." Jamie paused and crumpled his brow trying to recover any possibly forgotten memories. "My mom did used to say that Selena was a quiet kid though. She mentioned how she didn't come out much to play with the other kids. When her mom died-"

"Wait, her mom died?" I quickly interjected.

Jamie glanced at me with a slightly forlorn look. "Yea, I don't remember, but my mom said Selena became way more quiet afterwards."

So her mom died? I guess that's a good enough incentive to stop having fun, but surely she would have recovered by now. Then again it shouldn't be my place to judge how someone overcomes grief. It's not like I remember when my family died, actually; I didn't even know I had a family till recently. Still I feel like there may be something that I'm missing.

"And of course the fact that Selena is a science nerd and can't get away from her weird science things shows how she doesn't really know how to have a good time." Jamie blurted out, confirming my suspicions about an additional factor.

A science nerd? That's probably why she can't handle that I exist! In this day and age I've learned that more people seem to be slightly less superstitious then they used to. I guess strides in science would be a large contributor to this. Jamie even told me once that humans could now predict when it will snow! How can you predict snowfalls when I'm the one creating them!? Adults these days think they have an answer for everything, which of course is no fun. Where's the fun if you cant believe a little? No, I will not continue to let Selena become one of those stuffy "science is the answer to everything" adults. But how exactly do I get her to let go of her scientific beliefs? Maybe Jamie might know.

"So Jamie, if you were a teenage girl who thought that everything happened because of some scientific mumbojumbo, what would it take to make you believe that science didn't solve anything?" I asked, highly anticipating his answer.

Jamie in turn propped one arm under his chin, thinking deeply. I know this is probably something that I should be asking Selena, but unfortunately I don't think she would answer since she still doesn't even believe I exist. Knowing her, she would probably make up something just so I would leave her alone.

Pulling myself from my thoughts again, I saw what started out as Jamie sitting and thinking turn into him pacing around the room while one of his eyes squinted continuously. Is this how all kids think?

"I've got it!" Jamie shouted.

I quickly shot to my feet and stared at him with wide eyes, ready to cling to whatever words he would provide. "Well what is it?!"

"AH CHUU!" Jamie sneezed. I probably jumped six feet into the air due to the surprise of his sneeze. Once he recovered from his rather violent outburst, I gradually floated back to the floor. Jamie then proceeded to rush past me to grab a tissue off of his nightstand, heavily blowing into it. Alright so he had to sneeze, but what did he figure out?

I turned around to face Jamie. "Um Jaime, what did you come up with?" I asked while he continued to blow into his second tissue.

Jamie glanced up at me from behind his tissue with slightly watery eyes, before loudly pulling up. "That I think I've caught the cold."

I sighed running my hands through my unruly hair. "No, I meant what did you come up with about how to make Selena believe that science couldn't explain everything?"

"Oh that's easy," he said. "All you have to do is let her perform some experiments or something like that on you. That should be enough to prove that you just can't be fake." After providing his answer he blew into another tissue, this time sounding like a dying elephant. "At least that's what I think Bill Nye the Science Guy would do," he stated mid-blow.

Experiments!? I sure didn't like the sound of that, but for her belief I might be willing to bear them. Something about Selena seemed so lonely. If she could learn to accept my existence, then maybe Selena could finally let go and enjoy herself, or who knows, maybe we could even be friends. Yes, I think we could both benefit from her belief. She'll finally have some fun making up for a boring childhood, and I'll have a new believer to hang out with! Not to mention I might finally get those Guardian points for teenage believer that actually believes this time.

Now determined, I turned to hop out of the window. With one foot on the windowsill, and a hand holding open the cool glass, I turned to look back at Jamie. "Thanks!" As I was about to fly out the window I remembered Jamie's condition. "Oh and err, feel better!"

"Thanks," he managed to say. "Don't give up on Selena! I believe in you!" I winked at him before flying out of his room, making sure the wind of my departure closed the window.

Soon Selena, you will believe!

Wow, that was a pretty long chapter! Looks like Jack's finally got a plan that will appeal to Selena. I have a couple ideas for the experiments, but if you have any suggestions I'm all ears. Shout outs to PomegrenatePuppy and Miss Alyn for reviewing! Your reviews gave me the push I needed to continue writing. Remember readers to review if you want to find out what happens!