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A/n: Here's another update, guys. Thanks for all the reviews and for reading this story. I really appreciate the ideas and your opinions. I'm not sure if I want Bunnymund to be chased by Diablo but the idea was really funny to me and I had quite a good laugh Maybe I'll consider it.

About Jack maybe being a bit out of character (for example being a bit cheesy and so used to talking to humans), let's just say that other kids have started to believe in him and he's quite used to human contact after ten years(remember its post movie). And he was a little smart aleck and cocky even in the movie. I hope I don't confuse anyone if there's anything you need explained just say it in your review.

As for Cameron, he's going to be quite important in this story so please bear with him.

Have a nice day! Love you all.

Chapter 3

All along it was a fever

A cold, sweat, hot-headed believer

I threw my hands in the air said show me somethin'

He said if you dare come a little closer

'Hello? You okay there? Hello tigress…' I snapped back to reality. The teenager was waving his hands in front of me, a worried look on his face. I held my head and sat down on the swing, which kind of hurt considering I sat on it pretty hard. 'What happened?' I whispered. The boy sat down next to me, leaning his staff on the tree trunk, his free hand tucking my hair behind my ear. 'Well, I was repeating what you said earlier, then you zoned out for like a full ten minutes.' He smirked and leaned in closer, 'You are one naughty girl…' I felt my whole body heat up and I turned to stick my tongue out at him.

'By the way, I don't know your name.' he said. I breathed in. '(f/n)' The boy smiled. 'Well, (f/n), next time please don't scare me like that.' I still felt dizzy. 'Oh, yeah , right…' I waved a hand at him.

I looked him from head to toe. This boy was really weird. Who'd dye their hair white except for Lady Gaga or Korean pop stars? Maybe he's a fan? And the clothes he's wearing, they sure as heck can't keep out any cold. And his eyes, I've never seen anything so clear and blue. His skin? Looks like a vampire's to me… or is he another Edward Cullen?

My eyes travelled down to his feet. No shoes? Who did he think he was, Jack Frost? Suddenly a memory erupted in my mind, causing me to gasp and making my eyes widen. I could still hear the boy's voice in the distance…getting farther and farther…trying to call me back to reality as I slipped away into the memory…

Ten years back…

The old man stepped down the bus and carried his suitcase into the mansion. Just as he opened the front door, a little girl with short curls came running towards him, wrapping her arms around his legs. 'Granpa, you're here!' The old man smiled and lifted the girl up, carrying her in one arm, the other carrying his suitcase. They went into the house, the little girl chatting nonstop about how she missed him and about the latest game she and 'Cammie' invented.

Once the man was settled down, he called for the little girl. 'Now, my little (f/n), how would you like a story?' The little girl squealed and scrambled onto her grandfather's lap. The old man wrapped his arms around her and started rocking on the rocking chair.

'But granpa?' The little girl whispered. 'Yes, my little angel.' The girl turned to face her grandpa. 'I've been having very bad dreams. It's dark and scary' As she spoke, the girl's eyes started to fill with tears. ' I'm always scared to go to bed now.' The old man frowned. 'Oh darling, you don't have to be scared. Remember the stories I told you before?'

The little girl wiped her eyes. 'Th-the Guardians?' The old man smiled. 'Yes, the Guardians, my child. They will protect you from those bad dreams.' 'You mean Santa Clause, Sandman, Bunny and Toothfairy?' 'Yes, all of them. And, there is a new Guardian, too.'

Her eyes widened with wonder. 'Who, granpa? Who?' The old man chuckled and turned her around so she sat facing him. 'His name, dearie, is Jack Frost.' The girl frowned. 'But mommy and daddy say he's not real.' The man's brow furrowed just the slightest bit, but relaxed quickly after. 'Oh he is real, (f/n). Believe me. He is.'

The toddler didn't look convinced. 'What does he look like?' she pouted her lip and folded her arms. The old man smiled. 'Well, first of all, his hair is pure white.' The girl smiled. 'Like yours, granpa?'

'Whiter than that, child. As white as the snow that falls on your windowsill. His eyes are as blue as the most precious crystal, and his skin paler than the full moon.' The toddler was puzzled. 'But his shoes?'

'He doesn't need shoes, precious.' She looked up at him. 'But why?' He held her a little tighter. 'Because he is Jack Frost. He may appear cold on the outside, but inside,' he touched his chest, 'is a heart of pure gold.'

'Hey (f/n) can you stop zoning out on me?' I felt someone shake me. I jerked myself awake and stared at the boy in front of me. Oh hell no…he had better not be who I think he is. I've had enough weirdness for a day. I took a deep breath. It couldn't hurt to ask, right?

'A-are you…Jack Frost? Like, the real Jack Frost a.k.a. winter spirit?' I whispered softly. Please say no, please say no, please say no…

'Hey, you're really smart. Yes, I am Jack Frost, the one and only.' His grin turned into a frown as I started to lose consciousness again. This was just too much to handle.

No, (f/n), stay awake. This cannot happen.

'Sh-show me you are.' I struggled to keep calm. Jack, or at least he says he is, took up his staff. 'Okay, tigress' He waved his staff and a perfectly rounded snow ball appeared in his hand. I stared, dumbfounded. 'Not convinced. How do I know if you didn't just stoop down and make one when I wasn't looking?' He smirked. 'Alright then.' He moved towards me. 'Come closer.' I leaned in. Suddenly he nipped my nose lightly. I almost screamed as it was so cold. 'Convinced?' he breathed. I shook my head. He stood up. 'Watch this.' I watched as he suddenly flew up from the ground and made a few turns in the air. I felt my mouth drop open slightly.

'I'm still sure this is all just a dream.' I was starting to get hysterical. Jack just stared at me, his feet back on the ground. I just kept talking. Soon, I was ranting nonsense. I was faintly aware of Jack trying to calm me down.

'This morning a friend who hasn't talked to me in three years just asked me to go out with him. Now, I'm talking to someone who claims he is Jack Frost,' '(f/n)' Jack tried to cut in, 'is cold as heck, can make a snowball appear out of nowhere, and can fly.' '(f/n), stop it.' I grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him closer to me. He looked concerned, but I was too crazy to notice. 'Hey, Jack. If this keeps up, I could be at Justin Bieber's concert singing along to 'Boyfriend'. Right? Hahaha. What do you think of that?'

Jack moved in close and cupped my face with his hands. 'I think this,' he said before kissing me.