Jack Frost

Theme song: R.P.G. by SuG (Fairy Tail Opening 4)

"Jack. Wake up."

"Don't wanna..."

"Wake. Up."

"Out of my room..."

A sigh. Blanket pulled off me. "C'mon, Jack, it's 8.30."

I groaned.

Another sigh. A smack on my head, which I ignored. "Weren't you supposed to meet up with Seymour at 9?"

My eyes darted open and I practically flew to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes on the way. I took a quick shower and got into a pair of jeans and white T-shirt under a blue jacket. I then grabbed my backpack and ran to the living room, looking for Charlie. I found him in the kitchen, sitting calmly, drinking a cup of coffee. "Charlie! Get me to Seymour's!" I yelled, opening the fridge for something to eat, and when he didn't respond, I looked up.

"Hello? Seymour? I'm in a hurry here!" I repeated, and he looked up from his coffee and pointed at the clock hanging on the wall. I looked at it impatiently and froze. 8.08 a.m. I snapped my head at him and yelled, "You lied?!" "That trick always works." Seymour said, taking another sip from his coffee. I groaned. "Shouldn't have believed you..."

I ended up having Charlie making my breakfast, which took nearly half an hour, nearly causing me to actually be late to get to Seymour's, but since it's Charlie who’s driving me there, there's nothing to worry about. He practically warped me there, and I staggered out of the car when it stopped. "Dude, I'd normally scold you for speeding, but this time I'll just let you off, mainly because I'm in no condition to and you got me here quickly." I said as he looked at me with an amused look on his face.

"You sure you can handle hours of travelling in a car? I mean, you can’t even-“ he began, but I cut him off, “Don’t worry, I can handle this. Run home, lad.” Charlie rolled his eyes and muttered, “I was just worried about you…” before driving off. I huffed and took a deep breath before coming up to the front gate and ringing the bell.

***

“Are we there yet?” I groaned, and quickly covered my mouth with my hand, holding my puke in. Seymour sighed and turned to look at me from the passenger’s seat up front. “Dude, just shut it. It’s not my fault you had to sit in the back seat, nor is it my fault that my family had decided to put all the stuff in my car.” he said, and I groaned again in response. “But-“ I began, but Seymour cut me off, “Shut it.” Tyler chuckled from the driver’s seat and said, “Good thing I can drive, so I don’t have to share the tiny space left in the back seat with Jack.” I glared at him and said, “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be cramped in- Ugh.” I covered my mouth again, and Tyler laughed while Seymour snorted.

***

“We’re here.”
I scrambled out of the cramped car quickly, losing my balance and falling face-first on the ground, but it didn’t bother me. “FREEDOM!!” I exclaimed as I got up and threw my hands in the air, then Seymour yelled from in the car, “Jack! Put some coat on!” “I don’t wanna!” I yelled back, looking around excitedly. This place… Somehow feels familiar. Have I come here before? I thought for a while and shrugged. Must be a déjà vu or something.

After a while, Seymour and Tyler finally got out of the car and Tyler immediately started complaining, “Damn, it’s freezing out here!” “I think it’s not that cold.” I said, and Tyler looked at me in disbelief. “Dude, you seriously don’t feel cold?” he asked, and Seymour said, nose buried in his book, “Well, I agree with Jack. It’s not that cold.” “Well, obviously Sherlock's brilliance had made you immune to cold!” Tyler muttered, and the next second, he’s on the ground, Seymour straightening up casually. My eyes darted in between them and I said slowly, “What just happened?” “He freaking slammed me!” Tyler yelled, glaring at Seymour, who continued reading his book. I sighed and patted Tyler’s shoulder. “Chill, dude. Now let’s just get inside before we freeze our butts off.”