WHO WAS AN IDIOT? Oh ya, that would be me, Sophie Bennett. I could have slapped myself... Blah. I kept thinking about Jack, and I didn't want to think of Jack because it's Jack. Make sense? Didn't think so. I was just so confused... What happened back there? I had so many mixed emotions. I wanted him to kiss me, but I didn't at the same time! Why was I so confusing though? I mean, I'm not even sure how I feel about Jack. He's always been around and always kept me safe, he's always there. I wish this boy knew what he did to poor innocent girls like me. There's no guide on what to do when you fall for an immortal guy (unless you want to go Twilight on this- WHICH I DID NOT, ew). I wanted to be close to Jack again.

Awkwardly enough, my prayers (sort of) were answered as I left the kitchen after dinner. If my Mom thought I was acting a little strange, she didn't show it. She simply whisked my empty plate off the table and started cleaning up (which was my cue to sneak out of there before she made me do something!).

I opened my door and it took all my willpower not to scream in fright.

"You might want to close your window, some creep could just come along and sneak through it!" Jack said, lying on my bed and throwing my bouncy ball (DON'T JUDGE!) in the air and catching it again. If by 'some creep' he meant himself, then too late, a creep has already come through the window.

"What are you doing in my room?" I said mortified.

"I'm b-or-ed," he whined. He sat up on the edge of my bed, crossing his legs in Indian style. So what? When Jack Frost is bored he sneaks into girls rooms and waits for them on their bed? But I couldn't stay mad at him, he looked too cute with a pouting face on- Shut up, now, brain! I really needed to get my priorities in order. Jack was in MY room, sitting on My bed- CREEPY!

"Get out of my room!" I exclaimed. Of course, this had no effect on Jack who just yawned and fell back on my bed.

"Nah, your bed is actually quite comfy!" He muttered, a smirk dancing on his face. Sometimes Jack was looking for a strangle from me... He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep (which by the way was actually kind of cute). I rolled my eyes at myself and at Jack.

"Jack," I said. No reply. "Jack, I know you can hear me." Again, no answer. I chuckled. "Jack... You've left me no choice.." I trailed off edging my way closer to where he lay. I waved my hand over his face to see if he was actually peaking. No reaction- great! Smiling smugly to myself, my hands began to attack (okay, tickle) his stomach. His eyes shot open alarmed, laughing as he did so. Gosh, the two of us could be such children sometimes. He trashed around, trying to break my contact. Sadly, this eventually worked as he stood up and the tables were turned. Laughing, he caught me from behind and lifted my up. I kicked trying to get him to let me go- and he did. Except, it wasn't to let me go. He pushed me on the bed and tickled me.

"Jack- stop!" I laughed. "St-stop. My stomach was not m- made for this!" I couldn't even make a full sentence, I was laughing too hard.

Jack stopped tickling me and jumped on the bed beside me, lying next to me.

I took a deep breath, trying to control my breathing. From the corner of my eye I could see he was looking at me.

"Jeez, Jack, I know I'm amazing looking and all but you don't have to stare," I mimicked him.

He muttered something that I didn't quite catch. I looked over at him. "Sorry, what? I didn't hear you.."

He blushed a little. "I said, ha ha, you're so funny." I could tell he was lying... For what reason I didn't know. We lay in the silence for a few minutes. You could of heard a pin drop in the room it was so silent, yet, it was all so perfect. Just lying on my bed next to Jack -even though we weren't even touching- made me feel warm inside. It's funny how a guy who makes it cold, and is cold himself, can make me feel so warm. Ironic, right? I had to resist the urge to take his hand in mine. I got butterflies in my stomach at the thought of holding his hand- gosh, what was this guy doing to me?

I stole a glance at him, his eyes focusing on the ceiling of my room.

"Today was a lot of fun," I told him. "Thanks for making me go get Jamie."

He looked at me, and I purposely avoided his gaze. "Ha, it's only been a day and I remember why you two are my favourite people on the earth," he replied. "You really have changed a lot," he noted once again.

"It's called growing up," I smiled. "Not all of us can stay eighteen till the end of time."

He cringed a little. "You really need to stop reminding me about that," he scolded me, but I saw in his eyes (yes, I was looking at them now- they looked as beautiful as ever, in case you're wondering) that he wasn't that mad at me for brining it up again. I held his gaze for a second, my heart pounding against my chest, and he was in no hurry to look away from me either.

Okay, now I was definitely sure he was getting closer to me. I could already feel my cheeks burning... Wait! What was I doing? Even though I wanted him to, I couldn't let him kiss me... He was so close though and his breath smelt of mint... Stay focused Sophie.

I gasped coming to reality and turned my head away from him.

His face went as red as possible and he stood up looking quite embarrassed.

"Sorry... I uh, I was just.. Uh.. Sorry," he said quickly now avoiding my gaze. Ugh, I bet my cheeks were as red as his (even redder if possible). "I.. I should probably just go, er, ya."

I got up quickly. I couldn't just let him go right now because if I let him go right now he wouldn't return out of sheer embarrassment.

"Wait, Jack.. I'm sorry.. It's just.. I.." Gr, now I had to explain myself as he waited at the window. He suddenly found the wooden floor very interesting. My cheeks were still burning. "Itsjustitsbeenalongtimeandwe onlyhungouttodayandimalready startingtolikeyouwhichisstup id-"

"Whoa, whoa," he raised his hand and made a T for time-out. "Slow down, Sophie, and say that again.. Slower."

"It's just, we only started hanging out again today after a very long time and... we can't really like each other because that's stupid," I blurted out. "I mean, it's not stupid liking each other, it's just you're immortal and I'm... well, I'm not. I won't kiss you because I'm afraid I'll really start liking you but we can't be together because you're a guardian and eventually we'd have to move on because I'll get older..." I was so mortified I couldn't even hear myself, I was too busy thinking about how stupid and idiotic I sounded.

"Well... I sort of like you too," he mumbled. "See, I'm not exactly smart like you. I don't think, I just do whatever and usually whatever I do, is stupid... Like trying to kiss you." He groaned. "I'm so sorry."

Did Jack just say he likes me (sort of)? I wanted to smile, but I didn't want to scare him off just yet. One little kiss couldn't hurt right? Ugh, Sophie, get a grip.

Jack still wouldn't look up.

Really, if I kissed him, what's the worst that could happen?

Well-

Quite, self, no one asked your opinion.

This was stupid, what was I doing to myself? I should just let him go and forget about even kissing him, it was a terrible idea. (Not entirely).

Oh god, I really wish I knew what I was doing. Embarrassing enough as it is to admit, the truth is, I've never kissed a boy. Boys don't exactly find me attractive like the other girls in my school. I've had crushes on other boys, but I found it was hopeless because I wasn't their idea of perfect. I wished boys went for personality and not just looks, I'm sure boys would like me then. (about 75% sure).

Was I afraid to kiss Jack because I had no idea what I was doing because my lack of experience when it came to boys? Absolutely.

Ugh, battling myself is not fun at all. I thought about things too much instead of just doing unlike Jack. I wish I could just go back to when he was about to kiss me and just let him kiss me.

Deciding on what I was going to do, I finally worked up the nerve and went ahead with my crazy, stupid idea.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted my lips on his.

They were cold like I thought they'd be, but it wasn't a bad cold, I'd prefer the word... cool. His body was tense at first unsure of what was happening (even I was still confused) but eventually he placed his hands on my waist. It was a good thing I was holding onto him because I swear if I wasn't I would have fallen over. This was the best stupid idea I've ever gone with. (Uh, yes, it does make sense... Sort of).

I pulled away, my heart racing, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around like crazy.

"Sorry," I said.

He smiled, his teeth sparkling (I wonder what toothpaste his uses?). "Don't be," he told me. "Trust me, there's nothing to be sorry for."

I gave a nervous giggle unsure on what to say- my mind was going haywire.

I, Sophie Bennett, just kissed Jack Frost!

I just kissed a boy!

He kissed me back!

Best day EVER!

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