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Chapter 4.5: (Melanie's P.O.V.)

I turned away from Jack when he told me he would meet up with me again tonight. I hurried down the street while stealing glances at Jack's floating body in the wind. Goodness gracious, I might just 14 but he was sexy. His snow white hair that practically glowed in the sunlight, his pale skin showed that he was the embodiment of winter, his cold touch a constant reminder of who and what he was and his crooked smile that made me melt into his hold. People might say Jack Frost nips your nose but I think Jack Frost just nipped my heart. He took a chunk of it when I first set my eyes on him. He wasn't like he was in my dreams. He was better.

I was still thinking about Jack when I entered my house. I could hear a heavy echo of snoring coming from the master bedroom meaning my dad was sleeping. I breathed a sigh of relief and when to my kitchen to get a cup of water.

My thoughts wondered off to my father as I was drinking my water. He had a very weak immune system. He has been sick on-and-off this year and the past. I hoped it wasn't anything serious; he is the only person I have left. My mother divorced my father when I was 3. Turns out, she fell in love with another man. She only stayed with my father because of me. When she realized I would be alright with only my dad, she left him to be with the other guy. I don't want to think badly about my mother but I always wished she would've stayed just a bit longer. I wished she could see how I've grown up and how I will grow up in the future. I look exactly like her according to my father. We have matching black hair, brown eyes and the same face shape. Too bad I only take after her physical traits.

I finished my water and placed it in my drying rack. I could hear my father moaning and groaning about being sick from upstairs. I sighed and trudged up to his bedroom. I do appreciate all the efforts my dad puts in for me, for the house and everything else but I just wished he would use some of that effort to take care of himself. I would be here forever after all, he should know that best.

I walked into his plain room. My father is very much a minimalist. He only has what he needs and everything else is outside. He has a desk where he does his work, a drawer to place his clothes in with a photograph of him and me on it. I opened the window just a little because it was so stuffy in there. I spread the blinds wide open to let the sunlight in. I then turn to go by my dad's side.

"Hi Papa, how are you feeling?" I asked quietly.

"I'm feeling better Mel. How were the children outside? Did you have fun outside?" he asked. He always made sure I was comfortable and able to do whatever I wanted to do. I hoped he wasn't this anxious about me because mother left.

"The children were fine. They were having a snowball fight; therefore they were doing the usual. I had fun seeing the kids smile, Dad."

My dad smiled and drifted off to sleep. I went downstairs to get a glass of water and an Advil for my dad's sickness. I walked back upstairs, deposited the cup and medication, check that he was sleeping alright, closed the door and walked back to my room silently.

I am not a minimalist. My room is full of clutter. I always tell myself that I'll clean it up, but I never do. I opened my window half-way to let the winter breeze in. My drapes were a deep purple, just the shade I love of purple. My bed covers are black with a whole bunch of stars on them and my blanket matched it exactly. My pillow was big and fluffy and white like snow. Like Jack's hair.

I jumped onto my bed and couldn't wait for tonight. I tossed and turned and paced around my room. Jack was coming to see me tonight. The Guardian of Mischief was coming to see me. Oh my gosh, I hope I don't weird it out! I'm assuming it is just a hang-out but I'll just keep this to myself, I'll see it as a date. I can never say this out loud unless he says it first but… I hope I'm not getting too over my head. I can't wait to see him!