A/N Hello!!! Here's the first chapter! I hope you like it :)
(YN) means your name
"Jack Frost?"
"Yeah Jack Frost!" Your little brother, Kyle, said, "He was there! he was wearing a blue sweater and brown torn pants and he had a staff and-and-and he had white hair and blue eyes and-"
"Ok! Ok! I believe you, alright? Now can you just go do something else, instead of bugging me?" You asked.
You watch as Kyle runs away, almost tripping on his own two feet. You sigh and close your bedroom door. You walk over to your desk chair and push it over to the window.
"Jack Frost?" You say to yourself as you sit in the chair and prop your feet up against the cold window, "he's just a legend, like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. Kyle's just probably letting his imagination take over."
"Is that so?"
You jump at the sound of the voice. You slowly turn your head around to see behind you. You see the teenager boy sit cross legged on your bed. He had white hair, icy blue eyes, blue sweater, brown torn pants and a staff.
"Jack Frost," you whispered as you stared at him.
"The one and only," he said in a cheerful voice.
"But-but-but," you stutter.
"But what?" He asked, tilting his head to the right.
You let out a laugh, "I get it now, I'm letting my imagination go wild."
"Really? Your imagination? Can your imagination do this?" Jack asked.
He lifted up off the bed and walked over to you. Jack then spun his staff and pointed it at your chair. With a tap, your chair went cold and had a pattern of frost spread across it.
You stand up and watch in amazement, "How?"
Jack looked up and chuckled under his breath, "They always ask how."
You looked at him in confusion. Is it really him? He was just a legend. Wasn't he? Just a saying that people would say when it was cold.
"What?" Jack asked as he smiled.
"This is insane!" You scream.
Jack walks back over to your bed and sits down, "Is it?"
"Yes! It is!" You scream, "whatever you just did was insane! The way you look is insane! This is all insane!"
"Why do I look insane?" Jack asked.
"Why? I'll tell you why! For one, you have torn pants! Why are they even torn?" You say and then motion to his feet, "you don't even have shoes! Don't people get frostbite when they go bare foot in the winter? Then the only warm thing you have on is that sweater!"
Jack sat there for a moment and stared at you. It was clear that he didn't know how to react.
"Look..." Jack started.
"(YN)," you said.
"Look (YN), I've been dressed like this for, who knows how long. It doesn't bother me," Jack explained.
"W-well, what if you stepped on something sharp?" You ask.
"I don't think shoes would help in that situation either," Jack said.
You face palm
"Why are you here anyway?" You ask behind your hand.
"I don't really know. You are my new believer so I guess I just wanted to see what you were like," Jack replied.
You blush, "Oh I see."
