Rise With Frost (Reader x Jack Frost, Rise of the Guardians) [COMPLETE]

Chapter 22

Previously:

"Hey, it's okay! You're alright," Jack said, pulling me close and sitting down on the roof. I gripped his arms tight, practically digging my nails into his skin. He grabbed me tight, pulling me closer. "Hey... hey, i-it's alright," he said, petting my hair.

I stared shaking.

Both of the cold and fear.

Now...

We sat there on the roof as I tried to steady my breathing. Jack kept holding onto me as my grip loosened little by little. He looked at me, and I gently shook my head. He nodded knowingly and kept stroking my hair.

After a little while, Jack stood up. He helped back through the window and sat me down on my bed as he sat next to me, putting a blanket over my shoulders.

I didn't speak, but kept my eyes on the window, and what lurked out there. He sat infront, placing his hands on my shoulders as he smirked. I gave him a confused yet blank stare as he frowned and pulled me close again.

"What happened?" he asked, holding me back at arms length. I was silent for a few before I finally spoke. "I-I don't know," I said, still shaking.

He chuckled as he pulled me in again, making me more aware of the fact that I still hadn't healed a whole lot. I took a sharp breath in, and he let go of me gently. "There are too many things that we cry about, huh," he asked as he laughed again. I smiled gently before nodding. There were too many things that I got scared of, that me and Jack cried of, or just me getting injured in general.

And I blamed myself for that. For dragging myself into this mess. I wouldn't be in it if I  didn't believe in Jack and the Guardians. But it felt natural that I knew them, or saw them. And even sometimes, like when I was falling to my certain death, I wondered if all of this was actually real, or if I was dreaming.

Because my thoughts would get the better of me.

Jack seemed to know that I was deep in thought, because he asked me what was wrong. I gave him a blank stare, not sure how to answer his questions. There were so many things wrong, I didn't know where to start.

I rested my head on his shoulder before asking questions.

"Why do you care for me so much?" I turned my head to look at his face, which was filled with confusion before a big grin was plastered to his face. He laid us down in bed so my head rested on his chest before he spoke.

"I care about you not only because you're the first person to believe in me, but because you're a kind, and caring person. You think of others before yourself, and your very talented. You opened my eyes to see a different perspective of the world. A perspective, that I never would've seen on my own. (Y/N), you're a generous person, who has many qualities about herself," he said, keeping direct eye contact the entire time.

I smiled as he blushed, reaching a hand up to scratch his neck. I chuckled a little before looking down at my hands. "Why do you see me without many flaws?"

Again, he thought for a minute before answering. "I do see you with many flaws. But don't take that as a bad thing," he said, raising his hands in a defensive mode. "I'm saying that, because your not like other teens I've met before. Well, seen really. You like to be yourself, and not hide your self under pounds of makeup, or fancy clothes. You do you, which is hard to find in people these days."

I sat in silence as he stared at me, the slight wind outside the only noise in the still silence. "Well, it is true," Jack said, practically reading my mind.