[Note: Okay I'll continue it]
Chapter 2: The boy made of frost
Jack Frost? No, Jack Frost is only a myth, a legend, this can't be him, it's impossible. Jack Frost isn't real! [Name] stared at the frost-covered boy in front of her, her thoughts were swarming everywhere, giving her a excruciating headache.
      The boy's expression quickly changed from being relaxed to concerned. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, rising into the air to get closer to her for inspection. [Name] collapsed backwards onto the carpet, letting out a bloodcurdling scream. Her mom pushed open the door suddenly."What's wrong!?" she gasped, staring at her daughter. [Name] looked up at her mom, shaking like a frightened hare, her eyes full of bewilderment and fear. With her left palm covering her mouth, she lifted her right index finger and pointed at the floating boy in front of her, "You… You can't see him?" [Name] tried to dauntingly say around her palm, too frightened she would start screaming again if she removed it. [Name]'s mom looked at her like she had grown a second head, and then narrowed her eyes in anger, and began to leave, but paused to crossly say "You were just screaming for something you just saw? Thanks for giving me a heart attack, I thought something was in here eating you!" Then she left, slamming the door noisily behind her.
"She… She can't… see you…?" [Name] stuttered quietly as her hand plummeted down from her mouth, glancing up at the boy once again. He was still hovering above her, eyeing her in great concern.
The boy slowly drifted back towards the carpet, landing to where he was sitting on his knees. He moved his hooked staff to the front of him, giving [Name] a better look at it. She had thought it had fine blue ribbon wrapped around it from afar, but now that she could see it better, she noticed it was actually frost. The boy looked up at her wistfully, and she almost didn't hear his reply.
"…It's because she doesn't believe."
"Believe? Believe in what?"
"Jack Frost. I am Jack Frost. You can see me because you accept me."
"Jack… Frost?" [Name] looked away, disgusted, "Huh! Please. Listen, man. Jack Frost is just a story for little kids. You're just trying to trick me into believing he is real."
Jack sighed morosely, and then looked away "Then how do you explain my flying?"
[Name] froze. He's right… how does she explain the floating? She absorbed it for moment "Okay… You got me there. But I want more proof!" She demanded. Jack looked up, "Floating isn't enough proof?"
      "No, it's not."
      He smirked and went over to her window, touching it lightly with his index finger. Frost erupted from it, creating twisted leaf patterns on her window. [Name] stared in awe as he pulled a pure white snowflake out of the frost, turning around and constricting it in his hand, causing it to shatter and start snowing in her room. "Alright… I believe you." [Name] finally sighed, and then she looked up suddenly. "Were you the one who rescued me from the blizzard in the forest? Why? How did you get me here? What were you doing in that forest? How did you know where I lived? And why have you been following me since then?"
"Whoa, slow down there, snowflake." Jake replied, smiling coolly. "A guy can't answer too many questions at once."
[Name] looked down and sighed. "Fine, fine. Question one: were you the one who rescued me from the blizzard?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Jack pensively tapped his lower lip. "Why? Well it was my mess in the first place. I was having a little fun with my powers and I stirred up a blizzard. You happened to walk into the area while I was doing it. I started to stroll through the forest after I stirred up enough snow, when I noticed a figure stumbling around in the distance. As I got closer I noticed you, weak, ill from the cold…" Jack cut off and sighed, "…So, I figured since I put that upon you in the first place, I would get you out of it too."
[Name] thought about this briefly, and then decided it made sense. "Alright, I still have a few more questions."
"Lay it on me."
"Why have you been following me?"
Jack suddenly became lifeless, and [name] could've sworn his snowy white face had a pinch of red to it. "Um… Why…?" Jack flicked his nose nervously, "I—I guess I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you were pretty cold from the weather—I mean my blizzard... You looked a little sick and I wanted to make sure you were fine, because uh… It's my fault if you're sick anyway and…" And then he cut off.
[Name] narrowed her eyes at Jack, and then sighed. "Okay, now I saw an indention is my bed when I woke up this morning, was that you?"
Jack just looked away again, not saying anything. [Name] was pretty much positive by this point that Jack's face was bright red. She just sighed and looked at the clock. "Its ten thirty PM already?!" She gasped, she glanced at Jack. "I'm sorry, Jack. I got to get into the shower and go to bed, I'll see you later?"
Jack looked back up at [name] again; the color was gone from his face now. "Y—yeah. I'll see you around." He watched [name] grab her clothes and towel before he lifted up into the thin air again, and drifted out of the window. He closed it behind him, and then disappeared into the forest.