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The following morning I woke and I candidly forgot why I was so happy, and extremely tired. Then with a sharp pang, I remembered everything from last night. Jack had kissed me! This was all so surreal. I never thought Jack would have any ounce of courage to kiss a girl, ever. I mean, if you knew Jack like I did (and I knew him pretty damn well) you'd know he was cocky as hell, but he was also shy sometimes. I just lay in my bed, my fingers tracing over my lips.
Sighing dreamily, I got out of bed. I was in my pyjamas (yes, I did change last night, but why would I find it important to tell you? Honestly!). They were my favourite colour of mint green. I don't know, I've always had this thing for mint green- it's a lovely colour, but talking about colours isn't exactly of importance right now, and ya, probably a little boring. But when I'm happy I think about stupid things like... Oh, like little goldfish. Goldfish are cute... I should by myself a- Oh my god, brain! SHUT UP!
I was almost skipping down the stairs from happiness. I'm really bad at hiding my emotions.
Trying to hide a smile I entered the kitchen, and went to the fridge.
"Morning, Mom and Dad. Hey Jack," I said, scoping around the fridge for some orange juice.
That's when I stood up and turned on my heel. JACK? What was he doing here sitting with my parents? Not that I'm actually complaining. Did he spend the rest of the night here or did he leave? Oh my god, what was the world coming to? Jack was sitting down with my parents at the table. Just sitting there! He didn't look awkward, he actually looked quite comfortable. Well, he was cocky, so I guess confidence comes with that too... I guess.
Ugh, but still! My Mom was doing it again, and so was my dad. My Mom was just smiling at him, and my dad looked way too awkward.
That's when I noticed the box on the table. Oh no. Not the box! ANYTHING BUT THE BOX! And no, it wasn't baby photos, Jack's known me long enough... It was worse, much worse. It was... Drawings. Drawings I did as a child. Oh, who am I kidding? These are drawings I did up until last year. Agh! You still don't understand why this is so embarrassing, do you? It had drawings of the guardians. I mean, ya, some group and then there's some individual ones, all stored in that box! How could my mother do this to me? HOW? Does she not love me any more? Is that it?
"Those are private!" I snapped, running for the box, but Jack was quicker. He snatched the box and bloody flew out of reach.
"He can fly!?" My mother exclaimed, almost exasperated. "Oh my gosh, he can fly!"
Ugh, this was a bad time to be thinking of Peter Pan again. That blood 'we can fly' tune got stuck in my head- not the time though. Jack had my bloody box and was still looking at my drawings! I think I'd prefer to run naked through the street- okay, scratch that, I wouldn't. I tend to exaggerate things, sorry.
The door bell rang, making me jump in my spot as I still tried helplessly to reach to the box.
"I'll be back," I said, coldly to Jack. He grinned, flicking through pages and pages of art work.
I ran to the front door and didn't even have time to speak as I was pushed past.
"Where have you been? You haven't answered any of my texts, or even any of my calls- wait, are we fighting?" An answer wasn't even awaited for. "No, we aren't. I'd remember if we were... But then again..."
"Edith!" I exclaimed, completely puzzled.
Ah, Edith Wright. One of closest friends, and yet she was such an unlikely friend of mine. We were complete opposites. She was peppy, head cheerleader, pretty, popular, while me? No. I was classified into the troubled, rock, punk listener kids, or even sometimes the hipster group. We didn't talk very much in school because none of her other friends liked me, but since we lived close, we would hang out after school nearly all the time.
How we became friends? Well... I kind of helped, or even saved her life.
It was about three years ago. I had made my way to the girls bathroom because I'd rather hang here for five or ten minutes than listening to Mr Young going on through our history notes. That was way too boring, and completely a waste of my time. I'm not interested in history very much at all. Anyway, while in the bathroom, I had heard someone (yes, this is gross) puking their guts up in one of the stalls.
Not really wanting to intrude, I was just about to step out when I heard sobbing. Being the caring person that I am, I knocked on the door of the stall. No reply.
"I know you're in there," I called in. "I can hear you crying." I bet Edith was completely thankful that I hadn't said 'hey! I heard you puking!'
"Bennett?" Edith called out. Was I really that recognisable by my voice?
"Yup, it's me," I admitted.
The door unlocked, and out came Edith, her mascara running down her face with the tears that fell. I straight away felt pity to this barbie, who didn't even call me Sophie. Her lips trembled as though she was fighting back more tears. I wondered what she was crying about- ugh, and then it hit me. She had been puking and then crying. And honestly, this isn't the first time I've heard someone puke in this bathroom. I just never realised it had always been Edith.
Edith Wright had an eating disorder.
"P-please don't tell anybody you heard me crying," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears.
I wanted to say something. Something so stupid she might have slapped me for it, but if it helped, wouldn't it be for the best? "Ya, I won't. If you promise me to get help."
And since then, Edith would come over to me and tell me of the food she had eaten. When she ate a full burger for dinner without throwing up, she ran to my house to tell me. Her eyes just glowed and even I could see how proud she was of herself. From that day on, we considered each other friends. No, friends didn't cut it. Best friends. It just shows how things can change when you do something good for someone.
I know sometimes Edith still relapsed, but she was getting better each day.
Anyway, back to the present.
"Sorry! But I've been worried. Even Ethan's been asking about you," she told me with a wink. I rolled my eyes. She has always though Ethan's had a thing for me, but he really didn't. We really were just good friends, as I've said before. I suppressed a smile. Imagine if she knew about Jack. Jack Frost who was hopefully sitting down on a chair now, and not floating around the kitchen. Jack who still had my bloody box! Gr, he can be irritating sometimes!
"Well, I've been at home," I said to her. And to the North Pole, and attacked by this really evil guy called... Evil.
"Still, we need to hang out!" she said. "So, you and me are going to the mall on Saturday, okay?"
Ugh, the mall. How lame was that? Out of all the places, she chooses the freaking Mall. Well, I guessed that's what all popular kids did in their time at the mall. They went there and checked out a bunch of hot guys and even tried to... 'hook' up with them. Ya, welcome to my generation, everybody. Edith could be like that a lot of the time, but I never said anything despite it grossing me out.
She saw my indecisive look. "Come on. We need to get you a boyfriend!" Yup, there's the Edith that a lot of the time annoyed me. "You'd have one if you realised Ethan liked you. You two can be so annoying sometimes! But that doesn't matter, we'll get you one."
She looked at her phone. "Well, I better go. I'll see you on Saturday, at twelve, okay? Wear something cute too!"
With that, Edith left me, not even letting me say anything. Oh, of course. Edith decides to get me a boyfriend when I had one... Kind of. Ugh, no. Jack is a friend with benefits, I guess. Excuse me, what else would you call it? IT'S COMPLICATED!
I walked back into the kitchen, feeling slightly confused. Edith hadn't given me even the slightest chance to say anything! Little rude, it it not? Oh well, I guess now I was going to the Mall on Saturday whether I liked it or not...
"Who was at the door?" My mother asked, sometimes looking at me and then sometimes at Jack who was still floating.
"Just Edith," I told her. "Jack, get down!" I snapped.
He looked at me, a little shocked at my snapping, but I smiled to show him I wasn't completely annoyed with him. He sighed and fell to the ground again, sitting down on the chair.
"This is cute," he said, holding up a picture of Jamie and I with the guardians. I drew it when I was ten, and that was clearly shown. I gave him a look and he laughed. "No, I mean it. Even in this I look great. Mund still looks like a Kangaroo, Tooth looks as insane as always," he smirked at this, but not in an arrogant way. "And North looks like a bad-ass. You even got his tattoos in! Oh, and look, there's Sandy."
I snatched the picture out of his hand and stuck my tongue out.
"And all this time your father and I just thought you had a vivid imagination," my mother chuckled a little.
I took the box away. "Ya, okay. Great, thanks Mom for letting him at this. If anyone wants me, I'll be going to the park with my skateboard. I guess you can join me if you want, Jack."
"No, you're probably sending me out there to beat me up for looking at your drawings," he joked.
"Damn, how did you know?" I replied sarcastically.
Laughing, I ran back to my room and changed, also grabbing my skateboard. I had two skateboards... Thinking about it, I grabbed the second one. Maybe I could teach Jack a few tricks on a board without snow or ice to help. Man, the heat was unbearable already and it's only eleven in the morning! How does Jack stick the heat in that bloody jumper- wait. Never mind. He's Jack Frost. Frost is sort of there for a reason. Thinking about it, how long has Jack worn that Jumper? I decided not to ponder on that thought very long. Jack wouldn't be Jack without his blue jumper that had a ring of frost around the collar.
"Come on, Frosty," I said, going to the front door. Jack was by my side in seconds.
We ran (because I was not flying with him in the morning when the streets were busy! We could do that at the park which everybody else seemed to of forgotten about!) to the park. The park was huge. I called it the park, but it wasn't really a park. It was an old local pool but the water had been drained out leaving a curved empty bowl in the ground. Perfect for skateboarding.
"Today, I'm going to teach you how to skate," I told him, throwing the board down in front of him and the other down in front of me. He pushed the board a little with his toe, cautiously. Wow, Jack was being cautious? Well, where's the fun in that?
"Snowboarding I am the master at, but skateboarding? This is all going to end badly," he said, adding a cute smile at the end. I wish he wouldn't do that, it's distracting!
"Just step on it," I told him. He looked at the board hesitantly, and eventually, with great reluctance, he placed two feet on the board, one right after the other. He wasn't even moving, yet he still wobbled trying to gain balance while getting comfort on the board. I could see how nervous he was, and that was okay. I wouldn't like Jack if he was always confident, that's just too cocky for my liking.
I held out both my hands and nodded encouragingly at him. Finally, something fun I was better than Jack at.
He took my hands in his, the coldness of his hands sent a shiver down my spine. Okay, I may have lied a few days ago when I said I was use to the coldness of his hands- his whole body. I wasn't use to it at all. I just grew to ignore it.
I began to pull him along, very gently. "Oh no. We're moving. This-this right here- this is going to go all horribly wrong. Just you wait, and don't say I didn't warn you," he mumbled.
"Jack," I said. "Shut up. Please."
He just made a face at me, but after a few minutes he eventually slipped his hands away from mine and stepped off the board. I threw my hands down by my side in frustration. I hit the edge of my own board and it flipped up allowing me to catch it casually (yes, I was just that awesome! -What? Yes I AM!).
"You know, this is not for me. You should just show me. Go on, do some of your tricks or whatever," he said, holding out his hands out as if to say go ahead. I was a little taken off guard by his question. I threw the board back down, a little nervous actually. I skate all the time, and I'm pretty good at it but I've never skated in front of someone before. It was always a private thing.
I walked over, taking my board with me, and stood at the edge of the bowel. This territory was familiar to me. Jack stood next to me, his brow arched up.
And I took the plunge. I was aware of all the turns, and aware of the board beneath me. I was in control. Ha, if you don't skate then you don't understand, but if you do, then you understand the thrill. You understand the feel of the freedom as the wind whips through your hair, roaring in your ears. After a couple of rounds around the bowl, I came back up, landing right in front of Jack. Honestly, he actually looked quite impressed. Now, impressing Jack is a very hard thing to do. As you probably guessed, I was VERY proud of myself.
"Not bad, right?" I added with a cocky smile. The one Jack usually wore around the place. Uh, I probably didn't look as good as he did when he did it, so I stopped and looked to the ground feeling embarrassed.
"Not bad at all- but if this was snowboarding I'd whip your butt," he winked. I rolled my eyes- can't I just have a moment?
"Mhm," I sighed. "You're lucky I know you so well, because you just sound way too cocky."
"I do not," he said defensively, pouting.
"Ya you do," I said, standing on my tiptoes and pecking him on the lips. When I stood normally again he grinned.
"So, I just pout and I get a kiss? If I do it again can you give me another?" he said, flirtatiously.
"Wow, cocky and flirty," I chuckled. But I gave in and gave him another kiss...
Ya, the kiss may have lasted a little longer than actually intended (like it's any of your business).
Ya, I kind of just made-out with Jack Frost... Well, there's a first for everything, right?
Oh my gosh. I can't continue this- writers block. XD I have an idea for the next chapter though, so it's all good... :D Haha... PLEASE REVIEW FOR MORE! :D :') I love you guys' comments... :P
Oh, PS: School starts Monday (GROAN!), so the story might not be updated as quick... :/ Stupid school... -_- Ha, hope you all had a good winter break anyway. :)