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Get ready for the feels, everybody.
Dt: @ArtemisSnowfall @ladydeadpoolwashear Lovepiano2020 @Cateyes60

Prompt: "Yeah, my heart does that when I'm around you."
Word count: 8,612

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The first time you met Jack Frost you were at a party you didn't even want to attend.

It was New Year's, or at least it was going to be, and somehow your friends managed to drag you along to the party everyone was going to. As soon as you arrived, you grabbed a drink and sat where there wasn't a lot of people. You don't know anyone at the party besides your friends and you don't want to meet anyone either.

The night was boring as you isolated yourself from everyone, but when it got closer to midnight that's when something interesting happened; it snowed. The weathermen said that it was going to be a clear night tonight. No rain, no thunder and definitely no snow. But looks like yet again the weather report was wrong.

From where you're sitting you're right by a large window. You have the perfect view of all the snowflakes falling delicately onto the glass, but it gets harder to see when suddenly everyone in the room rushes over to the windows. As the group of people push past someone knocks your legs and you spill your drink.

"Oh sorry, man." Says an obviously drunk male.

"No problem." You sigh, a hint of annoyance on your tongue, and try to push past the drunken crowd.

When you finally manage to part the red sea and make it over to the kitchen, you can hear all the excited gasps and laughs from where you were.

"Look at the snow! It's so pretty!"

"I thought it wasn't supposed to snow tonight?"

"Dude, check it out! It's raining paper or something, man!"

"Where's my drink?"

The comments only grow louder as more people bustle into the room so you steal a few napkins and make your way outside, patting your alcohol soaked clothes with the stolen napkins.

You're freezing when you make it to the front porch, but the view makes it worth it. Thousands of snowflakes fall from the sky in a delicate pattern. You smile up at the night as you watch each flake topple down, and one gently touches the brim of your nose.

"Ah, you've got Jack Frost nipping at your nose." Voices someone who you had not seen sitting on the porch swing.

"Sorry?" You laugh, as the male stands up and walks over to you.

"Jack Frost. You know, the winter guy?"

"Oh, right." You smile, "You don't hear a lot of people talking about Jack Frost these days."

"Yeah, and they say legends never die."

He shrugs before mentioning the alcohol on your clothes. With rolled eyes you begin to explain what happened, earning a laugh from the polite stranger.

"Well don't stay out here too long. You'll catch your death." He says.

"I'm sure it's waiting for me at an older age." You chuckle.

After he says goodbye and walks back inside, you admire the snowflakes once more. It gets you thinking about the whole Jack Frost legend again. Wasn't he supposed to be some giant with a paint bucket?

The more you think about it the more your nose starts to itch. You scrunch your nose with a wiggle and then scratch it with the back of your hand. That's when the shivers kick in and you decide it's too cold to stay outside any longer.