Life With Jack Frost
Night falls and it's already winter. Wherever you look, all you can see is snow. Plants and trees are covered with frosts and snow. Roads and pathways are covered with snowdrifts and the roads became slippery.
You're walking while listening to your favorite music and you saw a bench nearby and decided to rest for a bit and enjoy the white, clean and bright view outdoors. You closed your eyes when the frigid cold wind ran to your face. You shook your head making your hair wiggle.
While picking a piece of paper and pencil from your bag, a gale wind stroked and your paper flew away. You followed it and didn't care even though you're jeans soaked when you strove through the banks of snow.
Suddenly, you tripped on to something and you knelt on the frigid white snow. You looked back and saw a long stick with a peculiar curve in the end got your foot. Groaning, you picked it up and threw it angrily away from you.
Instantaneously, you saw someone's two pale bare feet in front of you and when you looked up you saw him wearing a brown jeans and a blue hoodie with frosts all over and the most odd about the young boy with light blue eyes, who must be the age of sixteen or eighteen, is that he has a white silver hair.
He's looking down to you quite furious and irritated but you don't know why. He picked up the stick that tripped you and wiped out the snow out of it. You've been staring at the boy and when he looked back to you, he leaned on you closer and he keeps moving side to side. His lips twisted in a smile when he realized that you're following him with your eyes.
"You…. can see me?" the young boy asked and you got curious about him.
"Of…. Course…" you said sounded unsure.
The young boy smiled wider and he helped you to stand up. While rubbing your hands on your jeans, the teenage boy circled you and you felt nervous about it. You swerved to look at him and gave him a blank stare. He stopped and raised his brown eyebrows feeling troubled more than you.
"Are you sure?" He asked and looked at you from head to foot.
"Sure of … what?" you asked again and put your hands on your hips.
"That you can see me…" the young boy added while touching your chin.
"Stop it!" you yelled, "Your hands are freezing cold…" you added.
Suddenly you widened your eyes and started to look around. You started to walk a few steps and back to where you were last time and noticed that the young boy is following you. You stopped searching and you spun to face the odd teen boy.
"Are you following me?" You asked bitterly, feeling uncomfortable with him.
"Obviously…" he said simply with a weird grin, he breathed deeply before he continued, "What are you searching for exactly?"
"None of your business," you said coldly and continued searching, "why does it matter to you anyway?" you added without looking at the boy.
You suddenly heard a sound of a tottering paper behind you. You straightened and looked back at the boy and you saw him holding your piece of paper that you have been searching for a while now.
"You've been holding it this whole time!" you shouted furiously and walked to him. The boy laughed and hid it behind his back. You tried to snatch it back but he's just too fast for you to snatch it. Groaning, you sat on the bench and crossed your arms while staring frantically at the boy as he stood in front of you while leaning on his staff.
"What's your name?" he asked nicely and stared at you but you didn't talk back to him for you are too angry at the teenage boy.
He sighed deeply and sat beside you. You moved farther from the boy and looked away trying to ignore him and suddenly he moved his face closer to yours. You abruptly felt frigid and shaky when he stared at you.
"What's your name?" he asked again with a weird grin. You pushed him away and your cheeks became red when you looked at the weird young boy.
" (F/n), happy?" you muttered. The young boy twisted his lips into a smile. While he's standing up, you stared at his staff that he has been holding for a while now. The white-haired boy noticed that you've been staring at it.
"Do you know what this is?" he snapped, breaking the silence. You looked at him serenely and back to the staff he's holding.
"a… wooden stick," you said feeling unsure. The boy smirked and leaned closer to you, "No…" he muttered and continued, "it's a staff, a wooden, magical staff…"
You looked at the boy vacantly and raised your eyebrow while looking at the young boy, "seriously? A wooden, magical staff?" you said disbelieving the boy. "You see that paper?" you said and pointed at the paper the boy's holding, "It's a portable magic rug." You said gloomily and glanced at him, "are you crazy or what?" you added.
The teen glared and feign a smile. He looked back at you while leaning on his staff.
"What if, you wake up tomorrow," he said and you listened to him attentively while he continued, "and you found me inside your room, will you believe everything I'm saying?"
You shook your head while laughing and stared at the crazy teen in front of you. "As if!" you shouted with a high tone.
"What if I did?" he asked serenely and gave you a weird grin.
"What's your price?" you asked boastfully feeling sure that he can't do what he's saying. The teen smirked thinking of what deal he'll make with you, suddenly he smiled and stared at you.
"If I did, I will be your guest for the whole winter." He said and blinked at you.
"Sure, whatever…" you replied expressionless.
He reached out his hands to shake hands with you and you reached back while glaring. You stood up and reached your palm asking for your paper. He gave it back to you and you snatched it angrily and went back home.
You put your earphones on while walking and stopped for a while. You looked back to where the teen boy is but he's already gone. You looked around and raised your shoulders and continued walking.
"That's one crazy person…" you murmured.