Mischievous Antics

Chapter 2: Of Snow Pranks and Hellions

Frost ferns curled up the glass of the window as it slid open. The winter spirit floated in to stand on the windowsill, wearing his usual trademark smirk. In the hand that wasn't carrying his staff, a perfect sphere of compacted snow materialized, of which he hid behind his back deviously. He looked around for the familiar mop of brown hair of his first believer.

Jamie Bennett's room was empty, though.

Jack raised a puzzled brow, still holding onto the snowball.

The young boy was here this morning when Jack had visited, though after the spirit had left for the Tooth Palace he must've been going to school by then, of course. After Jack had left the Palace, he'd went off to idly spread snow in some areas, though later received a full-on-irritated rant from Mother Nature on how he shouldn't be bringing winter around when it wasn't even his time of year to do so, it being April and all. The spirit of spring wasn't too pleased either, along with an equally annoyed spirit of autumn down in the Southern Hemisphere.

Sadly Jack wasn't able to take pictures of their pissed-off expressions, but besides the long, boring rants he was forced to listen to, it was amusing.

And so now the guardian had went back to see Jamie again, for now it was time that the boy should've returned home already; it was half after three in the afternoon, though, as seen, Jamie wasn't here. Maybe he hadn't gotten here yet, but Jack was sure he'd just seen the Bennett's car parked out front of the house. That'd bean the kid's probably either downstairs, or out hanging with his friends, then.

SPLAT!

Something cold and wet whacked the winter spirit dead in the face, making him yelp and drop his staff, taken aback in surprise. He accidentally bumped the back of his head into the top of the windowsill, and he winced, groaning and briefly checking to make sure that there wasn't a bruise. Luckily, there wasn't, but it was then Jack also realized he no longer held his snowball. Jack blinked, looking up to find the culprit of the surprise attack.

A mirthful little Jamie Bennett stood clutching his stomach, other arm lifted up and pointing at the prank victim as he laughed. The guardian stared up still wide-eyed in surprise for a moment, bits of the solid water still dripping off his face.

"Ha! I-I did it! I got you, and you didn't even see-" Jamie sputtered in laughter, "you didn't even see it coming! A-and you should really s-see your face, Jack! 'Cause, pahahaha- ha!"

The younger boy was practically toppling over himself in his victorious laughter. Knowing Jack would be back soon, he'd hidden in the closet near the window, prepared to jump out and give the spirit a shocking scare. But when he'd seen that Jack planned on using that snowball on him, Jamie slyly managed to slip out and take it while the guardian was too busy looking around for him wondering where he could be. Then BAM! Snowball to the face! No one had ever managed to get Jack in all their snowball fights - heck, that was nearly impossible with him being the spirit of winter and all - but he got him and the spirit didn't even see it coming!

His laughter eventually trailed off and died, though, when Jamie saw that Jack didn't join in; the teen simply sat there on the windowsill, staring blankly into space with an emotionless expression. The brunette shifted, wondering if he should have thrown the snowball.

He wasn't mad, was he? Jamie worried.

Unbeknownst to the believer, while Jamie had been laughing Jack had regained ahold of his handy staff, inwardly smirking and not bothering to wipe the remainder of the snow off his face. He simply stared at the space above Jamie's head, blankly, managing not to make his shaking shoulders of silent laughter visible.

"Jack? Are you okay?" a confused and concerned Jamie waved a hand in front of the winter spirit's unblinking face. "Earth to Jack?..."

One moment, wait... now.

A mischievous glint flashed in his pair of azure eyes and Jack couldn't suppress his smirk anymore. He made a small inconspicuous flick of his hand and then...

"AHCK!"

Jack spat in laughter as the large clump of snow he'd been exponentially expanding right above the oblivious brunette boy's head dropped, coating Jamie's hair, clothes, and basically his whole self, in snow. One does not want to mess with the winter spirit.

Jamie was squeaking - yes, squeaking, literally - as he jumped, shaking his thin cotton T-shirt as he tried to get the snow off of him. It soaked through the fabric and was dripping down his back - the cause of his said squeaking - making him shiver. The shivering boy glared and laughed at the white-haired hellion. "Jack! No fair; you used your snow powers!"

"Hey, well, I could've thrown a dozen snowballs at you," Jack laughed.

"Which is basically the same thing as this because I would've been covered in all this snow in the end, anyways," Jamie pointed out, playfully shoving the spirit in the shoulder. "And now my mom's also gonna wonder how I got all soaked, too. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't believe if I just said I got pranked back by Jack Frost."

The two boys laughed, imagining it.

"Jamie Bennett, why are your clothes all soaked?!" Jack raised his voice to try and mimic the voice of Jamie's mother.

"Maayyybe I decided to take a swim? ...With them on?" Jamie drawled doubtfully, giggling.

"Might work," Jack joked, laughing.

"You just can't prank Jack Frost, huh?"

"Nope."

I haven't updated this in a long time lol. This chapter's short and simple, but the future ones shall be longer and we'll all see Jack and the Guardian's pranks soon. Feel free to drop a review or have Jack drop snow on youu.

That sentence rhymed, heh.

~fi