~~~CREATIVE SPARK~~~ (A Jack Frost x Reader)

Chapter Two

      He perks up a tiny bit at the sound of my voice, but takes a second to respond as he is still intently watching what I am doing. I grab a packet of bandaids and put a few on his cuts in various places. They are dinosaur themed, but he can deal with it. Dinosaurs are great.

"Oh, uh. Jack. Jack Frost."

"Look if you didn't want to tell me your name you could have said."

     I brush off his comment with a lighthearted chuckle. I'm not trying to be mean, but Jack Frost? Really? He could have picked something more creative than that.

"I'm being serious."

"Sure, and I have wings!"

     I chuckle again, but he looks annoyed. I expected him to be able to think straight now, but maybe he hit his head harder than I thought. I dampen the last rag I have with some more antiseptic and reach toward his face without warning. He flinches back in surprise and I whisper a quick 'Sorry' in response. I quickly wipe his face and tape a gauze pad over the slice.

"Do you believe in Jack Frost?"

     He looks genuinely curious, and I don't have the heart to shoot him down.

"Honestly? Not really. But I like to think anything is possible."

     I play into his fantasy a little, but it's true. Anything can happen in my mind, and while I don't really think it's possible- there's always that little voice in the back of my mind that still believes. That still believes Santa and the Easter Bunny are real, so who's to say Jack Frost isn't? I often drown that voice out, hide it in the back of my mind. But at times it likes to peek out, when it snows and you can see Christmas trees and lit fireplaces in every window, and when spring comes and flowers finally blossom after the cold winter.

     When I go to say something again, he's looking at me thoroughly confused. For a second, it almost looks like he's fading, flickering in and out of existence. I quickly shake it off, I really need to get some sleep.

"I'm gonna go get you some clothes, and warm you up some soup, then you can rest. I want you to eat first."

     I quickly walk off before he can speak. What the hell even happened to him anyways? He definitely wasn't hit by a car, he was attacked by something. By someone. An animal wouldn't have made such clean cuts like that. I walk down the hall and open the door to my left, seeing my bedroom. I grab a simple white shirt and some grey sweatpants to bring back to him, and as a second thought I snatch a spare blanket from my closet.

     To lay it out for you, when you walk through the front door to your left is the living room With a decently sized T.V., a couch in front of it, and small wooden side tables on each side, with lamps respectfully. To your right is the connecting kitchen. It has a small island with three barstools, but other than that the rest of the appliances rest against the wall. Directly forward is the hall, with the door on the left being the single bedroom, and the first door on the right being the bathroom. The second being a cramped laundry room, complete with a washer and dryer. At the end of the hall is the back door, with a screen door that leads out to a small back porch and tiny yard full of dead grass.

     I walk back to him sitting at the edge of the couch now, bare feet touching the floor. As he looks up to me, I do the talking once again.

"You can wear these, they should fit well enough since they are big on me. You can change in the restroom, do you need help walking there?"

"No, I think I got it."

     He wobbly stands, and I instinctively rush to help, but he holds his hand out to stop me. As he stands straight, he limps over to me and I hand him the clothes then point to the bathroom. As he shuts the door, I grab the bowl of crimson water first, and dump it in the kitchen sink, leaving the bowl there. Then I grab all the towels, rags, and bloody clothes I can to go and wash them. I throw everything in there and it luckily fits, albeit tight. Before I start it, I see something in the pocket of the bloody hoodie. I reach for it and it's a- A snowglobe? It doesn't even look like there's anything in there, just fake snow that's constantly falling, creating a white abyss. I wipe it off with a somewhat clean rag and go ahead and start the machine.

     Walking back to the living room, I set the globe on the kitchen island as I pass and go to wipe up any excess blood or water trailed in from the door and couch. By some miracle, no blood stained it. I praise whatever god is out there for that, I would have no idea how to clean a bloody couch. After that, I set the blanket on the couch, and walk to the kitchen. Grabbing some premade soup in a can I pour it in a large pot over the stove. Adding some extra broth and spices, I add my own little flair to it.

     Hearing footsteps I look behind me to see the boy- Jack I suppose, I don't know what else to call him so this will do for now- sit down on the couch again. Seeing as the soup is heated enough, I pour us both some bowls and hand him one, sitting down on the couch with him.

"So- If you don't mind me asking, what the hell happened to you? And why use the name Jack Frost of all fake names you could pick?"

     I take a gulp of soup as he turns to me and sighs.

"It's a long story, I don't remember much anyways. And I'm telling you I am Jack Frost."

"No but for real, what's your name? You think I'm gonna steal your identity or something? I wouldn't have helped you if that was the case. I saved your life, you can at least give me a first name Dude."

"I'm being serious."

     I sigh heavily, set down my soup and turn facing him. Looking him dead in the eye,

"Fine. Prove it then."

"I'm really weak, so I'm not sure it'll work, but I'll try."

     'I'm really skeptical, what can he do to prove it to me, huh? Sure his hair is white and his eyes are an unnatural blue and he's wearing weird clothes and he's still freezing to the touch but I can write all those off-!'

     He holds out his palm, focusing on it intensely, me doing the same. I'm kinda interested in how this will go. A beat passes, and I almost look away, but then a small glow appears like a spark, then something shoots upwards out of seemingly thin air. Both of our heads shoot up to follow after it, and it explodes into- Snow?! How is it snowing inside?? Wha-

     I look back at him, eyes blown, and he smirks.

"See? I wasn't lying."

"But- wha- how?"

     Holding out my hand, I catch a few snowflakes before the snow stops, and the thin layer of snow immediately dissipates off my floor. It seems like he's already feeling better now, as he gets up with a little more pep in his step and less of a limp. He still slowly walks over to the kitchen island, grabbing the snow globe from before. He turns to me and I can see the globe is still a blizzard, and the smirk is still present on his face.

"You believe in me now?"

     You stay silent, still confused. He walks back over to gently guide you upward from the couch. While still holding your hand, he throws the snow globe to the ground. Before you can attempt to catch it or even react, it rolls away from you instead of breaking. An oval portal (At Least you assume it's a portal) opens up before you both. He looks back at you, almost asking you to go with him. You get over your awe, picking up your jaw from the floor. You look back at him, (e/c) and aqua orbs meeting. You nod. You need an adventure, a get away, and this might be it. You almost feel as if you are being pulled or called to the portal, to Jack. You just hope you can trust him. I mean he hasn't hurt you so far, right? You feel strangely calm around him, so you ignore your logic and walk with him through the portal.

     Both bowls of soup sat long forgotten.

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