The Frost man and the Joker

Hey again. i felt like making a Jack Frost Fanfic, so here it is! cant wait for the comment! I do not own Jack Frost or the guardiens, i only own Olive and aditinal characters i may be adding.

April is being haunted by a dark spirit, but she doesnt know that yet. she constintly wakes up to nightmares since last years April Fool's Day party. At least she got to celebrate her favorite holiday. she finally learns to cope with whats going on until she meets a white haird boy on her fence that only she seems to be able to see.

I was running, breathing, exhaling. I felt alive as I ran through the forest not a care in the world, without a purpose to fulfill, but I knew it wouldn’t last. It never does. I always wake up from a nightmare. It’s the same game every time, being played right when my head hits the pillow or when I doze off into a world where life is supposed to be dew drops and honey. That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Their nightmares only come once or twice for a while, always different. Mine are continuous terror that makes my blood run cold and cause my grip on reality to loosen with every night. Well, that’s the end anyway. In the beginning, it’s always sprinting, prancing, freedom, testing my strength, then day transforms to night and nothings the same.  I’m no longer running without a purpose, I’m running for my life. I receive a jolt of fear as I hear a voice in the twilight after the blackness takes its toll on me. Before the venomous voice of the night, all I hear is my breathing and the rapid pounding of my heart on overdrive. But I still continue to run with the constant voice taunting me, warning me that it’s coming. I stop in my tracks to a force around my neck, squeezing, but indicating the end of my dream. I close my eyes and let go, embracing the death I know will take over, only to bolt up on my bed in a cold sweat and straining for breath. My palm was on my heart as if to stop it from beating out of my chest. I finally calmed down enough to think. “It happened again.” I whisper aloud as I take my hand from my chest and place it on my forehead. I’ve had these nightmares since a good five months ago after the fourth of July. Well, I’, just happy it happened after my favorite holiday of the year. Why? Cus I love the fireworks and how they always put a smile on people’s faces. Every time I go to bed I find myself awakening to the same event. Looking at the clock, I mumble my complaint. Its 4:00 at night. I’m so happy its Friday. It’s so strange how I wake up at the exact same time to the exact same dream! Tell me that doesn’t mean anything. I haven’t told my parents about it cus I knew they’d freak out. I didn’t want to add stress to their already stress filled life. It doesn’t really change anything since I was never really one to wear my heart on my sleeve or talk about my feelings. I’m the suffer in silence type I guess, always listening to my friends problems, solving them even though I had moments of my own to worry about. “grrrr” I growl at the ceiling in frustration. I’m losing it. I still have two and a half hours left until I have to get up, but I already know I’m not going to get any sleep. With a sigh, I leave my soft bed and get ready for the last day of school for the week. Later when I’m all done, I look in the mirror with two hours left to go. I have to the waist long dirty brown hair with a red shirt, jeans, and black Nike shoes. A little thing you should know about me, I love playing pranks on people. Not bad pranks like making people eat weird thinks claiming that it’s something else. I’m talking about pranks that make people laugh. I don’t think my jokes are too shabby either. The two hours are over and I head for my last day of school because of Christmas vacation. It was the same old school day. Go to school, talk to my friends, plan something cool, play a few tricks, then go home. That’s when I decided to comment on the snow falling and the snow that has already fallen while walking home with my friends. “Hey Ally, isn’t it lovely? The snow I mean. I love the way it sparkles.” I gush as we walk to our houses. “It is, I really love how it makes you want to go home and burry yourself in a blanket with some hot Choco.” We laughed as I made a joke about it. “You’re so funny Olive; I swear you’re the queen of April fool’s day. Everybody loves your jocks!” “Thanks. Oh, time to go. Don’t let jack frost nip at your nose.” I clown around until Ally leaves. That’s when I see some boy in a blue sweatshirt and white hair sitting on a fence. What’s he doing up there?

I thought as I decided to stop and ask what he’s up to. “Hey you, what are you doing up there?” at first he didn’t respond, but he finally looked down to find me looking at him. His expression was one of shock as he fell off the fence on the other side. “Are you ok?” I shout panicking. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He didn’t answer and I was worried. I climbed over the fence to find that he’s not there. He couldn’t have just disappeared into thin air. I jumped down, a lot more than a little shaken. I was wondering if I only imagined the boy on the fence. Turning away, I was face to face with the icy blue eyes of the boy. “Wholly enchiladas!” I cry as stagger back in fright, falling on my butt in the process. He stares at me as if he couldn’t process what was happening. He comes closer as if testing me. He came so close to me that all I had to do was nod my head and we’d be nose to nose, and I was too flustered to move. “Can you really see me?” he questions. Regaining my thoughts on the present, I backed away and got up. “Course I can, I’m not blind.” I don’t know why I snapped as I dusted off my cloths, it just came out. “Hey now, there’s no need to bite me, I’m peaceful.” He puts his hands up in surrender."Hmp" I put on my pouting face and act like I didn’t just see a crazy boy on my fence pop up out of nowhere and cause me to fall on my butt. The boy crosses his arms and looked me up and down. I, being the stubborn person i am, avoided eye contact and waited for him to speak first. "I guess you’re the stubborn type." then a snow ball was thrown at me, hitting me in the shoulder. "You should see your face, its priceless!" the boy holds his stomach as he bends down in laughter. I’ll admit, my face was most likely priceless, but still. I won’t go down that easily. Bending down, I make a snowball and get him on top of the head. Now it was my turn to bend over and laugh. That’s when everything changed from talk to do. Snowballs were flying and I had the most fun I’ve had since last April fool’s day. It lasted for at least an hour, that’s when I looked at the time. Wait, I didn’t even know this boy’s name!!!! I froze only to be hit in the face with cold snow. Whipping it away, he comes over with a cheeky grin. "Giving up already?" I shrug my shoulders smiling, then look him in the eyes. "I don’t even know your name." I put out my hand as I say, "My names April Waver." he hesitates at first, but grabbed my hand. "You may not believe me, but my name is Jack Frost." I freeze with a grin plastered on my face, that can’t be. Shaking off my suspicion, continue to shake his hand. "Nice name, so do you believe in the real Jack Frost?" pulling my hand away, I try to make conversation. He looked down, then into my eyes. "Corse I do! He's a legend! The god of fun if you ask me, and by the looks of it, you do to." Smirking, his eyes never left mine. How did he know that? It was probably just a wild guess. Jack Frost has been my idle considering he's a jokester to. "Well, yeah, he's kind of my idle." I admit a bit embarrassed. Amusement flashes in his eyes. "And how so." pondering on how to answer, I do the thinking man pose. I'll tell him. "Well, I love playing pranks on people and watching the smiles on people’s faces grow, and that’s what Jack Frost does. In my eyes, he's the king of fun in winter." I have a fan girl moment as I gush about how Jack Frost is my inspiration while he listens to every word that comes out of my mouth. “Yeah so that’s basically why he’s my idle, why so curious?” I make an attempt to mess with him and he does exactly what I want him to, he denies to be interested. “Oh my gosh, I better head inside, I have homework that won’t do itself.” I begin to rant about the amount of homework I have and in what subjects when a woman passes by with a child asking her why a girl is talking to herself. At first I didn’t think he was talking to me considering I had Jack in front of me, but I was all wrong. I turned to look and find that the boy was pointing in my direction. “Don’t look sweetie, she’s crazy.” They walk off and leave me dumb struck. Turning back to face Jack, I find him looking at the two people walking away. “She didn’t mean me right?