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Chapter 5: (Jack's P.O.V.)
I closed my eyes and called the winter's gale. I felt myself slip into the wind's embrace and left the Tooth's palace with her little faeries failing to keep up with me. I twisted and turned in the air until I made it back to town.
The town lost its eeriness once Pitch Black left. The charming little lights coming off the houses and lamp posts were like miniscule fireflies. The Guardians and I now knew that if the kids ever wanted to play at night, they could. They would be protected because the danger was lifted. And if they are ever in the mood for sledding, I'm the man for the job!
I was crouching on an electrical pole looking for Jamie's house. Melanie had said that her house was to the left of his. I spotted Jamie's house easily since I visit him the most, he had the most snow on his roof. I looked to the house on the left and saw a bedroom light on. The window was adorned with little pictures of roses and sunflowers all shaded perfectly. So Melanie was an artist, a pretty amazing artist to describe her sketches. I could see her dark purple drapes pushed away to let the moonlight in although it wouldn't be visible with her artificial light turned on. I could feel a smile coming on while I walked on the golden sand of Sandy to her house.
Sandman was doing his usual shift, creating dreams for children. From the corner of my eyes, he was smiling when he felt that I was walking on his sand. His sand was soft; it was like walking on golden feathers. I jumped and hopped, twisted and turned on his sand. Right before I came up to Melanie's window, I jumped way up high using the wind as my lift and perched very nicely on Melanie's window ledge.
"Knock, knock." I said lightheartedly. My smile must've been bursting out of my face. My staff was already in her room, resting on her shaggy lime green carpeting.
Her room was messy. Here I thought girls were all neat and clean. This child was defying my logic. Then again, I shouldn't be saying anything. I am the cause of winter's mishaps and troubles.
"Jack!" she said in the cutest voice ever. Her voice was all airy and light, happy without a trace of anything bad. Her saying my name warmed my insides. She was lounging on her bed looking relaxed.
"That's not the way you play the game you know."
She pursed up her lips that looked like half a pout and half a smile. She stood up from her bed, opened her mouth and replied, "I'll play. Who's there, boy in my window?"
"Nipping."
"Nipping who?"
"I'm gonna nip you nose!" I replied in a loud voice. I rose and tackled Melanie back onto her bed. I grabbed her nose and pretended to steal it. I dropped down next to her and I put my right thumb in between my middle and ring finger of my right hand. "Look, I have your nose!"
She laughed hard then quickly shushed herself down. I turned her face towards mine and shot her a questioning glare.
She whispered to me, "My Papa is sleeping right now. I told you, he's still sick remember?"
I smiled gently and released her face. I propped my head on my arm raised on her bed. I saw her pillow and smiled even wider. Her pillow was the same colour as my hair. Coincidence much?
"So what do you want to do now?" I whispered loudly to her. She glared at me for a second before she sighed.
"I don't know… Papa's sleeping so we can't do anything loud; we can't go around my house without me looking like a weirdo and if Papa can see you… I don't want to be in that situation, Jack." she looked at me pleadingly.
She said my name again. I loved the way my name sounded in her voice. I reach out with my other arm and tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She froze at my touch. Am I really that cold?
"Let's just rest here and talk quietly then. Unless you want me to leave instead so your dad can sleep?"
She lifted her head and shook it wildly. Obviously she wanted me to stay. Her eyes were squeezed shut when she came back down to set her head onto her bed again. I stayed silent analyzing how she looked.
She was wearing her pajamas. It was a very cute pink cupcake designed shirt and pants. Her clothing was a bit baggy on her but it only made her look even more adorable. Her black hair was splayed all around her head, forming a black halo. Melanie re-opened her eyes showing her gentle brown eyes. Her brown eyes were fixated onto my ice blue eyes.
I saw her shiver just a teensy bit. It seemed like a very weak electrical shock went through her from head to toe. She moved closer to me so she was at a perfect distance to close in to cuddle with me. Or I could've, but I don't want her to feel pressured. I had to remember: she was a girl, I was a boy!
"You know, I'll just make you even colder Melanie." I said dryly.
Once I said that, I realized I wanted to be close with her. I wanted her up underneath my chin, tucked into me. I wanted to hold her in my embrace and just sleep. Dejectedly, I knew that if I did, she would be cold the whole night, she could feel uncomfortable and lastly, she just wouldn't want to do it.
"… I want to feel close with you, Frost." She whispered quietly. To my surprise, she moved right in. She wasn't entirely against me but I could feel her body heat. I could feel the blood rush up my face so I rested on my left arm while my left hand covered my face. I was so not going to let Melanie see me blush!
I shifted just the slightest still covering my face. She noticed my move and now dove right into my chest I could feel her warm feet tickling my shins, the smell of her hair (which was mangoes if you were wondering), her hands on my chest. She shivered even more but she still stuck to me like glue. Her eyes were closed and she looked so at peace!
I used my free arm and held her close. Her body temperature made me have tingles. It was as if electricity was circulating in me. At the same time though, I was on Cloud 9. I wanted her to be closer to me and now she was. I reached out my left arm as far as I could for Melanie's pillow. I managed to grab the edge of it and pulled it towards us. I gently lifted Melanie's head and set the pillow under our heads.
"Thank you Jack." Melanie breathed out. She was snoring lightly. A small breathe heave-ho. A smile tugged on my lips. I bent my head down and placed my lips on the top of her head.
"Good night. I wish you dreams of me." I whispered halfheartedly at the last part.
