Chapter 3: Snow day
When [Name] had awoken in the morning, she heard the shrill screams of joyful children outside. [Name] rubbed her eyes and stood up, then strolled over to her dresser. [Name] slipped on her baby blue cotton sweater and then a pair of sweatpants. She carefully picked her way around her messy room and looked out the window. S-snow?! [Name] rubbed her eyes again to make sure she was seeing things right.
It is snow!
[Name] turned around quickly and ran back over to her dresser again, pulling out a fluffy trench coat and a pair of black gloves before running outside to get a closer look at it.
She bent down and ran her gloved fingertips through the soft powder, "How did this happen?" [Name] murmured to herself, "It was nice and bright last night…"
"Hey!"
[Name] recognized the voice calling down to her, and then looked up towards the sky. She watched as the one and only Jack Frost landed in front of her. [Name] still couldn't believe such a creature could exist, but she's accepted the fact that in her heart she truly believes in Jack Frost.
"Hello" [Name] responded with equal amounts of joy, "Did you bring all of this snow?"
"Yes I did." Jack smiled, planting his staff firmly into the ground to the right of him.
"Why?"
"I thought it'd be nice for you, I still feel bad for getting you caught up in my blizzard." Jack replied, looking away while scratching his neck uneasily.
[Name] grinned at Jack, then walked over and hugged him, squeezing him around the neck with her arms. She felt him flinch at first, like he didn't want her to hug him. She was about to let go and apologize when she felt his arms wrap around her back and pull her closer. "Thanks for the snow, Jack. I haven't seen it in years." [Name] quietly replied, her voice full of sincerity.
"You're welcome, angel."
Angel… He's called me snowflake, too. Does he call everyone that?
[Name] pulled away from him, "I'm going to see if I can find some of the neighbor hood kids."
"I'll come with you."
Jack lifted into the air and hovered over her as she scanned the neighbor hood for any children, hoping to see a snow fort or snowball fight going on.
[Name] felt a snowball hit her in the back; it felt like it had bits of chipped ice in it. Instead of getting angry, she felt as though she was filled with joy and turned around and glared playfully at the innocent Jack Frost.
"Oh, yeah? You want to have a snowball fight, huh?" [Name] jeered playfully, and then belittled a handful of snow from the ground, and then morphed it into a snowball before throwing it straight at Jack, which hit him in the chest.
Jack let out a playful laugh before he used his staff to uproot multiple snowballs and began to throw them at her. "H—Hey!" [Name] tried to scold, but only laughed instead, "That's no fair!"
[Name] began to pelt him with her own snow balls, they continued to play until it seemed like there was no more snow in the area. When they were racing each other towards a clearing with more snow, Jack seemed to of tripped over something and bowled her over, causing them to roll down the hill.
Jack landed on top of [Name] at the bottom of the hill and pulled himself up, wiping the snow off of his face. He glanced down at [Name] to make sure she was okay, and she was. [Name] was just staring up at Jack's face, which was only a few inches from her own, laughing. "That was fun, Jack! Thank you." She quietly said behind her hands and she pulled her hair out of her face.
Jack stared down at [Name]'s face, he never really had time to look at it until now. He noticed the indentions of dimples when she smiled, the curved V-shape of her cheeks and chin… Jack's face began to turn red from staring down at her; he never realized just how beautiful she was until now. Jack shook his head and muttered back a "sure" before rolling off of her to lay on the snow on the ground beside her.
The smile vanished from [Name]'s face as she turned her head to look at Jack. He wasn't looking at her… Was it something I said? [Name] thought worriedly. She sighed, then stood up.
"Well, I better get home."
Jack sat up and stared at [Name] as she brushed the snow off of her trench coat, "Y—yeah, okay I'll see you again sometime, then." He watched [Name] walk away before he let the wind pick him up into the air; he drifted over to a branch and then stared at the rising moon. "What are these feelings I get whenever I look at [Name]?" Jack called quietly to the moon.
No answer.