Teen Guardian Parents Chapter 19

Life With Jack Frost: Teen Guardian Parents

Chapter 19: The Cold-Hearted Trickster

Jef's been throwing pine cones at the wild dogs below him. The winter spirit's son would laugh every time he hits one on the wild dog's nose and growled at him madly. He even teased the beasts and stuck his tongue at them while singing a mocking song like the animals could understand him.

"Geez… what's taking (F/n) so long!" exclaimed the boy and threw another pine cone at one of the creatures below.

His stomach growled and the young boy groaned madly. He stared at the pine cone he's holding but he threw it afterwards and muttered, "I'm not going to eat that… again…"

Jef remembered the time when Jack gave him a pine cone and insisted him to take a bite. At first, he neglected but because of the winter spirit's badgering, he tried; and after that…. He threw up and felt very sick.

"I still can taste that vile flavor…" he whispered and covered his mouth. He touched his tummy when it growled and felt the flute inside his shirt. His lips curled into a smile and took out his silver flute. He stared at his name, as usual, before he played it.

"I hope… she'll hear me…" said the boy.

A calm wind made the leaves danced and made the creatures below him stopped snarling. He continued and closed his eyes as he concentrated on his music. The moon shone brightly across the place giving Jef a perfect spotlight.

His beautiful and relaxing music was interrupted by an abrupt wind that hit his face. The young boy accidentally dropped the instrument and tried to follow it but it was far too late. Luckily, someone caught it, but not by the beasts of course, by a young boy about eighteen years of age.

Jef's face enlightened when he saw the teenage boy. He was so excited but then he remembered what you said before he left with Jack's mother. "Don't talk to him if you see him again."

"Why?" he thought. Jef shut his mouth and stopped himself from calling the winter spirit.

He wanted to tell the young guardian how happy he was to see him but he must not talk to him. "Why not?" he said to himself.

The winter perched on a tree limb and inspected the thing he was holding. Curious about the instrument, he looked through the holes of the flute and kept tapping it against his palm. Jef stared at the teen boy with his mouth half opened.

The winter sprit's son whispered, "Jack Frost…" almost breathlessly.

His son got worried about the way Jack held it. Jack was about to tap it on the trunk when your son yelled, "Stop! Don't do that!"

Jack stopped and felt surprised about the voice he just heard. He looked around and saw a boy, with dark brown hair, (your eye color), wearing modern clothes like he was seeing these past few years, looking directly at him.

"Are- are you- tal- talking to me?" Jack stammered and pointed at himself.

"Oh no…" murmured Jef, "What did I just do…" he added.

"Hey kid!" shouted the teen boy with delight and waved wide at the boy to get his attention. "Ca- can you see me?" he added.

Jef stared at the winter spirit for a few minutes and suddenly, Jack flew closer to him and shot Jef a big, excited smile.

"Hey kid… did you just talk to me?" said Jack blissfully with a wide grin and waved his hand in front of the boy's face. "Hey kiddo! Yoohoo!" he added and whistled again and again to get the boy's attention.

"What to do? What to do?" thought Jef. Luckily he thought of a not-so-brilliant idea. The boy stared here and there, pretending he can't see the winter spirit.

Jack tilted his head with a smirk on his face and glimpsed at the boy. "What is he doing? A few seconds ago he just shouted at me… why can't he see me now?" Jack thought and glanced at the thing he's holding.

Jack smiled evilly and flew a few feet away from the boy and said, "Oh I guess he can't see me…"

"His tone doesn't sound good…" said Jef and shrugged. He knows what kind of tone Jack's using. It was his he's-planning-on-something tone.

"I wonder what will happen if I drop this?" added Jack and uttered a light mischievous laugh. "I think it will not break or anything… maybe it will just leave A SCRATCH… but that's not too biggie right ."

Jef's eyes widened but didn't glimpsed at the witty young guardian. Suddenly, Jack started to count down.

"Three… two… Oh lookie here! Wild dogs! Maybe I'll use this as a fetching stick! Tha-"

"No, no. no, no,no!" yelled Jef and tried to reach his precious flute. "Give that back!" he cried.

Jack laughed and moved the instrument away from the boy. The winter spirit grinned widely and said, "Chill kiddo! I knew it! I knew you can see me!" he shouted and jumped in the air and spun around like a little kid who got his present wish from Santa.

Jef stopped and looked at his instrument and gazed at the creatures below him. He shivered and started to hug himself.

"You can see me?" asked Jack that broke the silence.

"I just talked to you right?" yelled his son madly. "Of course I can see you!"

"Geez… just asking. You don't need to be such a hot head." He muttered. "So!" he exclaimed joyfully and sat beside the boy, "What are you doing here in the woods alone?" he asked with a curious look on his face and gave the instrument to the boy.

"Uh…." Said the boy and scratched his head, "I- I was taking a… stroll." he added but didn't look at his dad.

"And… you didn't notice that you came here?" said the young guardian, disbelieving the boy.

"Uh…" Jef stammered, "Well… I- ah…- got curious about what's- what's in the forest. I heard a lot of stories about this place." He reasoned.

Jack Frost smirked at the boy and said, "Stories? Stories about what?"

"Why does he have to ask so many questions!" thought the boy.

"Stories? Oh about… about… Jack Frost!" said the boy triumphantly. "Yeah! That's why I came to this place… and now… I'm lost." He added, felt ashamed about his reason.

Jack laughed so loud that Jef almost fell over the tree. His son abruptly grabbed the branch and breathed deeply in relief afterwards.

"Lost!" yelled the young guardian and pursued chuckling.

"Fine! Laugh all you want!" shouted his son back.

The winter spirit stopped laughing and wiped the little tears in his eyes. Jef murmured to himself angrily and kept stabbing the trunk with his dagger.

"I've been talking to you for a while now but I haven't asked your name." said Jack with a light laugh and added, "So… what should I call you kiddo?"

"Jef, you can call me Jef." Said his son gloomily without facing the winter spirit.

"Alright Jef. I want to ask you something. Do you know who I am?" said Jack and played with his staff while waiting for Jef's response.

"Of course. You're Jack Frost." Responded Jef.

"Of course you do!" responded the young guardian and brushed the boy's hair. "That means you believe in me, right? That's why you can see me, right?"

Jef felt a little different around the young guardian. He seems so… childish yet fun, as always. He also sort of less cautious this time. All he thinks about was having fun and nothing else. The young boy also noticed that Jack's still wearing the clothes back when he was a human. Then he also noticed the staff. He already found the staff. Now he wondered, "What year is it?"

"Yes…. I guess…" responded the boy a bit unsure about his response.

"You have no idea!" exclaimed Jack, "I never talked to someone before since…. Since… my birth…" he added and Jef felt sadness in his voice.

"But forget about that!" shouted the winter spirit cheerfully, "What do you wanna play? Look it's already dark! No one can see us. Come on! I'll show you around!"

Before Jef can say anything, Jack has already set up his staff in skateboarding style and said to his son, "Jump on in!"

Jef nodded with a delight grin, forgetting he was about to say and obeyed. "You're my first believer… I'll tour you around! This is great!"