The next few days flew by uneventfully. As if nothing had happened. I went to the studio everyday, I did my laundry everyday, I read my books whenever I had a chance, I tried everything to keep myself from thinking about what had happened that night. I mean….wasn’t it ridiculous? How could that be? A drop-dead-gorgeous guy (ok, I disgust myself.) flew down from the tree and saved my life----as if that wasn’t ridiculous enough----then poof. Gone. Without a trace. It just made no sense at all.
I looked out of the opened window and stared at the clear night sky.
Maybe I really am delusional. I chewed my lips as I thought to myself. But what about the name? His name. Jack Frost. How do I know that?
I shook my head and flipped open my journal. I liked to draw and write things into my journal, I had been keeping one with me since I was 6. When I was 6 year-old, it was my mom who gave me my first journal, but then I didn’t really like the idea of spending time writing on a book, so I started to draw on it. Then I found it actually pretty interesting to keep my memories in a book through drawing so I soon made it a habit to draw things on my journal. I had 4 journals, my first, second and third journal were torn and old and were now hiding deep in my trunk in my closet, I had absolutely no idea why I bought them along but I did anyway.
I stared at the blank pages absentmindedly, my thoughts automatically drifted back to the white-haired boy----staph!
‘UGHH OH MY GOD KATE WOULD YOU PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR REAL LIFE AND STOP THINKING ABOUT WEIRD THINGS? YOU HAVE BEEN LOSING YOUR MIND FOR DAYS!’ I mumbled to myself hysterically and slammed my head onto the table. I jerked my head up and frowned.
Alright, if I can’t stop thinking about it, maybe I should just let it flows, then I would probably just get over it after that.
I tried to picture him in my head and picked up my pencil to scratch the outline of a human body.
When I had done scratching, I stared at it---- the boy who had been consumed to my mind for days. But before I could think any further, I heard a voice chirped from my left side.
‘It seems like someone’s been missing me a lot.’
I jumped and knocked over the chair. I almost screamed when I saw a figure leaning on my kitchen counter. His white hair shimmered in the moonlight, his blue eyes sparkled, the corner of his mouth tilted up into a smirk. I gasped and I felt my heart beating frantically in my chest. I couldn’t see my face, but I bet my eyes were bulged out of my head.
‘Oh hi, I should’ve made some noise to let you know I am here so I wouldn’t startle you…but anyway, it’s kinda fascinating to see you so concentrating on something. ’ He winked at me with a grin.
‘Oh my… What the--’
‘No,no. Don’t swear.’ He cut me off and held up his index finger.
‘Or what do you expect?! That I will stay perfectly calm and ask if you want a cup of tea?! You almost gave me a heart attack! And you broke into my house! Who the hell are you anyway?!’ I yelled at him as I tried to shove my journal into my bag.
He raised an eyebrow and shot me an amused look.
‘What?! Don’t just stare! Say something!’ I was soon aware that I was in my pajamas(which is an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts, A.W.K.W.A.R.D.). I flushed and tugged at my shirt uncomfortably. He cleared his throat, I lifted my head and looked at him.
‘Well, first, I did not break into your house, you left your window opened, which is pretty unwise to do so in the night.’ He paused, probably waiting for me to yell at him, but I didn’t, I just folded my arms in front of my chest(which going to burst if my poor heart refuses to calm down a little. ) and glared at him, so he continued.
‘And I would really appreciate it if you would stop glaring at me, calm down and have a seat.’ His voice was so soft and soothing, I almost let down my guard----but of course I didn’t. I moved toward the stool in front of the kitchen counter and sat down.
‘So who are you?’ I asked, although I already knew the answer. I fidgeted on the stool under his gaze and was absolutely self-conscious that I was in my pajamas, which is an absolutely unsuitable outfit to wear when a hot boy was standing right in front of you.
‘My name is Jack Frost. You can call me Jack if you want to.’ He smiled at me. Something leapt in my stomach, but I kept my expression remain unfazed. ‘And your name is…Kate,right?’
‘My full name is Katherine Lee. Wait, how do you know that?’ I narrowed my eyes.
He looked away and started to fumble with his wooden staff with his right hand, while having his left hand in his front pocket of his hoodie.
‘Yes?’ I said.
‘Well, that was how people called you when I followed you for the last few days.’ He said. He kept his tone casual but I found him avoiding my eyes.
‘Wait…what?! You stalked me?!’ I asked, wide-eyed.
‘Not stalk…I was just….you know, from a distant----and few days ago when we first-----’ He stammered and I cut him off.
‘Oh that. You said I was delusional! ’ I glared at him, ‘But I wasn’t, right?’
‘Yeah, you weren’t.’ He answered uncertainly, still avoiding my eyes.
‘So you did fly down from a tree?’
‘I did.’
‘And you did save my life?’
‘Sorta.’ He shrugged.
‘You made me look like an idiot and scared the hell out of me!’ I growled at him.
‘Alright, I am sorry about that, I was just---’
‘You were what?’
‘I was just surprised that you could see me!’ He blurted out.
‘You said the same thing that night…’I blinked, ‘but I don’t get it….why is it so surprise to you that I could see you? Does that mean the other can’t see you?’
He didn’t answer, he just stared down at the floor.
‘Look at me, Jack. Jack.’ I pleaded. I didn’t know why I changed all of the sudden, a moment ago, I was still yelling and glaring at him, but right now looking at him… I just couldn’t make myself to do that.
He lifted his head and stared at me with his beautiful blue eyes, full of uncertainty and longing. The boy who mocked me with a smug grin the other night disappeared.
‘So…?’ I asked.
‘It’s been a long time since someone around your age can sees me,’ he said. ‘and you remind me of someone.’
‘Who?’ I asked, confused.
‘Kate, I need to tell you something before I go any further, but please, don’t freak out,’ his eyes darkened and looked away from me, ‘I am not a mortal.’
