Crouched on your bed was thee Jack Frost. Your eyes wander over him, making sure this was real. He just gave you the same goofy smile. A really beautiful smile actually.. But finally it hits you. Why in the world was this guy in your house? And how did he get in here? You couldnt help but to scream, a natural reaction. Jack tried calming you down. He put his cold hand to your mouth; You relaxed with his touch. He chuckled slightly as he stared at you. You stretch again and get up from your cozy bed.
"Hey Jack?" you blurted out. He looked up at you eagerly.
"Could you-ah- maybe l-leave for a second?" you asked polietly. His face looked like a kicked puppy. You felt bad but he did need to get out for a quick second.
"Wwwwwhhhyy? I came all this way to see you." he moaned.
"Well your going to see more then Id like if you stick in here." you reply. You turn around, grabbing fresh clothes from the drawer. Jack pieced the puzzle together and walked out. Taking a quick peek to make sure he was at the door, you got ready for the day.
Jack alwas saw people with these things but never actually touched them. He was from a long time ago, so he didnt have much knowledge on technology. He was there when they made the first cellphone! But he never touched or used one. Jack pinched the top of the cell phone and hung it in air. Examining it he began pushing random buttons. One button made a weird sound and then he heard it talk. He turned it off, hopefully, and put it back down. What was taking ___ so long?
Jack wandered around for some time, messing with other electronics. He found the remote and turned on the tv. Jack had never seen something so cool. (The whole cell phone thing frightened him a bit.) He sat and watched tv till ___ came down.
You look around upstairs to find no Jack Frost. You walk downstairs to find him mesmerized in front of the television.You watch as his icy blue eyes stare at the screen totally captivated. Slowly you walk up and sit next to him. Your presence wakes him out of it and he turns to you; a huge smile on his face. You giggle softly at him.
"You act as if you've never watched tv." you say. He gives you an honest face.
"I never have." he responded. You were a little confused, how can somebody not watch tv before? If he was to poor to own one at home, he'd probably watched one at school or a friends house. You stared at him curiously.
"Really?" you asked. He nodded his head in response.
"Are you -ah um- p-poor." you asked, hoping not to offend him. His faced formed a huge face, his laugh absorbed the room. You watched, bewildered by his response. What was so funny?
"Whats so funny?" you said a bit irritated. He finally settled down and began to explain.
"Where im from we dont have tv. We dont have an of these electronics." You tried to think of all the places without electronics. He didnt look amish at all so thats probably not it. He's not that poor... You couldn't think of any place after a couple of minutes of thinking.
"Where are you from?" you asked. Jack made a concerned face. Jack looked as if he pondered for quite sometime on your question. After awhile you asked again. This time he looked straight at you with a serious look.
"Im from a long time before this." he answered simply. Your eyebrows furrowed in fustration. What did he mean?
"What do you mean by a long time ago?" you asked. He shook his head, he stood next to you.
"Remember that dream you told me about?" he questioned. You nodded in response. He gave a long sigh and looked at his bare feet.
"What if I told you that was true?" He asked. You thought about it for a minute, but it seemed impossible. How could he know if that was true? That was so long ago. He didnt even have the same eye or hair color as the boy. Plus the boy had died... He seemed to notice your lonesome face, he put his hand on your shoulder. His touch was cold, but somehow warming as well. It made your heart beat a bit faster. He looked up at you, staring into your eyes.
"Look, im not what you think I am. And I think its about time I tell you." he said. He began telling his story, telling ever bit of it. He told you about him before all this. How you too were in love. How he had died and came back a spirit of winter. Jack told you about the wonders he saw within his few hundred years of life. And then he talked about you. How he knew you somehow. How he had confronted the other guardians he began to tell you about. He told you about being his soulmate.
Finally he got done explaining his story. It was hard to take in, but it all seemed to logical. You began to pace around the room, thinking everything over again. Jack watched you walk around for quite some time. Then you stopped, you turned around and looked at him.
"About the soulmate thing." you began. Jack cut you off.
"I know its alot to take in im sorry. You can say no. Its fine. Its not like we even know eachother alot. Its just.. ah. Nevermind. Ill just leave. Ive already been too much of a burden." Jack got up, his head drooping. He walked towards the door, a sad look smothered his face. You couldnt help it. You bolted towards him, grabbing his arm.
"Jack wait! I have to tell you something!" you burted out. He turned around to look at you. You didnt even know what was going on. Somehow your body, or your heart, took control. You gathered up all your courage and told him.