I Call Her Frosty

Milk Duds

Jackie

         I bolted down the stairs and ran out to the front of my house as fast as my legs could take me. I ordered my concert tickets to the Boston Calling with my friend which is in 3 days, and have been waiting 2 weeks for the tickets to come in the mail. I stood in front of my mailbox, bouncing on the balls of my feet impatiently as the mailman parked the small, white box-like car. He started at me awkwardly, reaching his hand out with the envelope in his hand. "Jackie...Edmond?" I rolled my eyes. He acts like he doesn't know I live here. I grabbed it from him and spun around, beaming down at the piece of paper. "Yep, that's me. Have a nice day." I ran back inside and straight to my room, throwing one of the two papers at my friend- Cris.
"Dude! No way!" She jumped up, her short dark green hair falling in her face. "Did I tell you that twe-"
I screeched, out of anger. I knew we weren't sitting very close but I wasn't expect to almost not see the performance at all. (I've never been to the Boston Calling so I don't know how this works- sorry. Let's just say they have seats.)
Cris put her hands up. "Come on, chill, it's not that bad okay?" She laughed and sat at the computer. "I know what will make you feel better.."
I flopped on the bed face first and groaned, flipping her the bird.

"I'm taking over my body,
Back in control no more shotty"

Why did she have to do this. Ever since I told her about my obsession with Twenty One Pilots, she's been playing them non-stop. I don't know a whole lot about them besides that it's just two people- Tyler and Josh. I've seen a couple photos..I just want it to be more exciting when I see them in concert for the first time. Which I don't think will happen for a while. But Tyler is definitely cute (Josh too).
I smiled and sat next to Cris, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "I should update my vlog. We could do something dumb if you want? Maybe just talk about tøps songs. I don't know, just bored." She rolled her dark brown eyes, shrugging.
"Or... We could do that and do something with your hair." She grabbed my hair and twirled it around her finger, letting it fall down. I looked at it; my hair was silver. Not shiny silver, but a gray/silver. It took me a while to get it this way and because of my job I can't do other crazy colors.
"But.. I like it this way. You know how much trouble I had to go through to get it this way." I stood up and went into the bathroom that was next to my room. The tiles felt freezing against my bare feet. I opened up the mirror cabinet above the sink and grabbed the scissors.
"Would you rather just give me a trim?" I yelled from the bathroom as I reappeared in my crammed room. She looked up from the computer just as she turned Fake You Out on and clicked on the camera.
"Sure, why not."
I pulled up a stood and sat on it, wrapping a towel around my shoulders and looking up as Cris pulled all my hair to the back.
"Hi! I'm the fabulous Cris, and today I'm going to-"
"No one cares. Hi! Jackie here, again, and today Cris is going to trim my hair for no reason at all while I'm just going to talk about Twenty One Pilots and eat..." I put my head back up and grabbed my box of Milk Duds next to my keyboard. "- Milk Duds."
Cris slapped my shoulder and shook her head as she smiled.

Tyler
Two days later.

          I sighed, looking up at the ceiling and closing my eyes. I loved this, being able to perform and help people with the same problem as me. But it's so tiring. Currently, we're on our way to Boston for a festival. Josh is sound asleep, and Mark is playing Call of Duty. I never seem to be in the right place- I mean.. everyone else is so comfortable right now and all I feel is dysphoria. I bit my bottom lip, looking out the window and back down at my phone. Unlocking my screen, my thumb goes directly to the Tumblr app and finds her vlog.
She uploaded another video.
My mouth turned up a bit as I clicked on the 'play' button.
"Hi! I'm the fabulous Cris, and today I'm going to-"
"No one cares. Hi! Jackie here, again, and today Cris is going to trim my hair for no reason at all while I'm just going to talk about Twenty One Pilots and eat...milk duds!"
My eyes widened. This silver-haired girl that I've been secretly watching vlogs of, for going on about a month now, likes my band?
I smiled even wider when she mentioned how excited she was to see us in concert.. but does she even know we will be at the Boston Calling? Sadly enough, I feel kind of awkward about this. Me..being a fan of a fan. This girl though, she's just different. She seemed to not let anything bother her, and just by watching her videos I feel my mood lighten up. It's her attitude, her smile, her laugh..
I call her frosty.

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Deepest apologies if that sucked. I don't like rushing into thinks so I'm trying to make it more.."realistic" if that's possible.

Stay alive, love yourself, and stay you.

Killatonclique