Remember Me?

Open it

You twirled around on the ice, your (h/c) dancing around you. You normally couldn’t stand to be out in the cold, it actually tore you apart. There was just something about ice skating that you were willing to risk your health for. You were never quite good at it, but that didn’t stop you. You felt as though it was always there for you, whenever you needed it. 

“Hey,” You heard a voice call from behind the trees. Surprised at this, you landed straight on your ass. You heard a small chuckle and as you looked over you spotted your little sister. “Mom said you need to get back to the house.” She announced as she walked away.

You slowly stood up with a grunt, trying to keep your balance on the ice. You made your way over to the edge of the small lake and took off your skates and replaced them with tall brown boots your mom got you for birthday last year. She never really did like you staying out to long in the winter, but she thought that if you were going to you might as well have something comfortable and warm to wear. You got sick very easily and you hated it. Whenever winter came around you always wished to be able to stand the cold weather and be able to snowball fights for longer than a minute, but that was something you just were incapable of.

“Jack Frost really likes to tease me, huh?” You thought to yourself, walking back to the street. As you walked, you looked up at the sky. The sun was just starting to set, so there was a nice pink and orange colour lingering in the clouds. It looked so beautiful. You carefully made your way up the front porch stairs and into your home.  You knocked the remaining snow off your shoes and set them besides the small heater in the kitchen. You placed your skates on a hook along with your jacket and then headed up to your room.

As you shut your door behind you, you plugged your ipod into the stereo and hit shuffle. “I really can’t staay~” The ipod sang.  You loved this song way to much and it was always on your ipod, no matter what the season was. You opened your window to let in a slight breeze and walked over to your bed and laid down. As you store up at the ceiling you started to sing along.  

“I wish I knew how... To break the spell...” You sang, “I ought to say no, no, no sir.”

“Mind if I move in closer?” You heard another voice sing along. You quickly shot up, off your bed. You ran over to your door and threw it open. No one was there. You closed it slowly.

“My mind is playing tricks on me.” You whispered to yourself, walking back over to your bed.

“Baby don’t hold out~. Baby it’s cold outside!” You heard the same voice from before continue, this time you tracked it to your window. “But Baby it’s cold outside!” You saw a boy sitting on the small part of the roof that continued outside of your window. He had a medium blue pullover on, with brown pants that were slightly torn at the bottom and he had no shoes on.  Your eyes made their way back up his body and you noticed his soft looking, snow white hair and pale skin. He was also holding a giant stick.

“Hello?” You called over. The boy in question whipped his head around and the first thing you noticed was his bright icy blue eyes. They were perfect and intriguing, but also, very familiar. 

“Wait...” He paused for a second, “You can still see me?” He asked, looking bewildered. You gave him a strange look.

“Well... duh.” You answered. You stepped out of your window and sat next to him despite the fact that your jeans were going to get soaked and this dude was a complete stranger. For some reason you weren’t scared of him. Not only because he didn’t look scary, but because it felt... natural, “So what are you doing outside of my window?

“I heard the music, and I’ve always liked this song. Lots of memories.” He laughed, making patterns in the snow with the stick he was holding.

“So may I ask your name?” You questioned, moving some (h/c) out of your face. He simply looked at you, surprised, then he let out a soft sigh, a small cloud of air appearing in front of him. 

“Jack.” He answered blankly, looking back down at the snow.

“I’m (f/n).” You stated, holding your hand out to him. As he grabbed it all you could notice that he was inhumanly cold but it didn’t seem like such a big deal since it was winter and you were both outside. There was a long silence, all that could be heard was the music from your stereo. You slowly leaned back and looked up at the sky, forgetting there was another person next to you.

“The Sandman’s coming in his train of cars. With moonbeam windows with wheels of stars. So hush you little ones and have no fear, the Man-in-the-Moon, he is the engineer.” You recited, a smile spreading across your face.

“The railroad tack tis a moonbeam bright, that leads into the starry night.” Jack continued. You positioned your arms under your head, so you could look at him.

“So what brings you to my window Jack?” You asked, immediately regretting it because he already, sort of, told you.

“I really couldn’t say. A lot of different reasons I guess. One would have to be the view and the memories.” Jack replied. That wasn’t the answer you thought you were going to get, but you had to agree. You loved living in the more rural part of town, there was much less light pollution so you could see the star more than you could in the more populated districts. Finally his words hit you.

“Wait, What memories do you have here?” You asked, sitting up. Jack’s face reflected disappointment and regret. At least you thought so.

“I knew this would happen.” Jack stated under his breath. Now, you were starting to get a bit scared. There was some stranger, sitting on your roof, talking about memories at the house that your uncle  built with his own 2 hands less than 10 years ago. There was no way this kid could have had lived here and had memories. You stood up quick.

“Okay. What the hell is going on here?” You start, just loud enough for him to sense your anger and confusion, but just quiet enough not to wake up your family. “First off, I have no idea who you are. There is no way you could possible have memories at my house, I’ve lived here for the majority of my life!” Without any rebuttal, Jack pulled out a little golden box from his pullover pocket and handed it to you, “What’s this?”

“Just open it.”