A/N: And so it begins...

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I'd nearly forgotten all about the boy in the snow after my brothers imminent relapse into drugs which he had only recently stopped taking. My mouth feels dry, my eyes heavy and tired, and my sinuses are screaming at me in protest due to last night's sobbing fest.

Simply rolling out of bed seems like a task much to grand in scale for me to even contemplate doing, and so I stay in bed and close my eyes for a little bit longer, tucking my comforter back up to my chin as the red numbers of my alarm clock blink back at me, 7:27 casting a slight glow over my pale form as I burrow back into the thick blankets.

"Natalia! Natalia, are you feeling okay? My god you look terrible dear, are you not feeling well?" My mother is pulling my blankets away and I don't have the energy to speak my confirmation that she hit the nail right on the head, and I instead settle for nodding while she runs her hand over my forehead and murmurs how I don't have a fever.

"Alright, you stay in bed dear, and I'll make you some soup. It's nearly 12 o'clock!" She's up and fluttering about my room, closing the curtains I neglected to shut last night.

My half shut eyes barely caught a glimpse of white hair flying past my window, but I was so sure that I saw it there that as soon as my mom left my room I shot up out of bed, tiredness left forgotten in the dust, and ripped the curtains back.

Snow, fresh snow, was piled up on top of the snow we had already had last week, and there were clouds of it looming over head with a promise for feet, not just inches, though nothing was coming down just yet. Usually this would be enough to set my mood for the day outstandingly, but considering all that had happened last night, I think it would take more than a little bit of snow to crack my mood.

The small pool shed on the right side of the yard behind the in ground pool was covered in snow, as was the tarp covering the in ground pool, and just as there was not a single blade of grass or a single leaf from a tree left visible, there was not a glimpse of pale skin, ice blue eyes, and snowy white hair to be seen all across my yard.

With a sigh, I slid back from the curtains, moving from the window to my closet as I mapped out what I was going to wear for today.

Only, on the way to my closet I came into contact with something cold, hard, and large. I bounced back slightly and looked forward, confusion sweeping through my mind until my eyes locked with a pair of ice cold blue ones, the blue molten together like lava frozen forever in that one instant gazing back down into my own, much less mentionable eyes.

The eyes moved over my face, and my own eyes moved to capture this persons face, coming to find out it was the boy from the snow, his skin a pale white, lips a rosy pink and spread apart just barely revealing perfectly straight white teeth, glistening like iridescent pearls. His hair was white like the snow on the ground, windblown and hap-hazardously strewn about his head in a messy crown of strands.

It took all this time to finally realize that there was a complete stranger in my room, even if he was outlandishly handsome, and my eyes went wide as the boy shot forward and covered my mouth as it opened, half way into a scream that never had the chance to flee my lips.

"No, no! Don't scream, it's alright I'm not here to hurt you!" Only… this is exactly what someone would say in this situation when harm was their true intention. So I struggled, forcing my arms between my chest and the icy chest of the mystery boy and pushing him back, whisper yelling the second his hand left my lips.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"Relax, relax! You're not supposed to see me, you're way too old-"

"Old?! I'm seventeen, what the hell do you mean old!"

"Precisely that, you're seventeen, usually my group of ehem- believers, ranges from infant to twelve… and as you said, you're way, way, way, older than twelve, snowflake."

"Believers?! What are you, some kind of sick freak who abducts children!?"

During our little spat I had unconsciously began stalking forward like a lioness cornering her prey, they white haired boy passively holding his hands between us as a buffer like he was trying to put them in the way of any harm meant for him as he took tentative steps backwards.

His back hits the wall and he freezes, while frost twists out from where he connected with the wall and spiraled up and to the sides of his body, leaving intricate patterns all over my walls.

I freeze and my eyes widen in a mixture of awe and horror, shooting back and forth between the frost covered walls and the boy in my room who I'd never met before.

"I guess this is kinda, well really corny, but my names Jack. Like, Jack Frost. Winter cold, first frost of the season, guardian of fun, carrier of winter and all that fun stuff, but you can just call me Jack." He says all of this in practically one gulp of air, grinning at me full on with those pearly whites of his.

I couldn't find the words to say, and simply continued opening and closing my mouth in shock while looking back and forth between him, and the wall.

The floor rushed up to greet me.

She slept in much later tonight, and unfortunately the snow I'd left last night didn't do much to lift her spirits from the shit show she had last night.

I watched as she sat up in bed and looked at her alarm clock, before snuggling back into her blankets and going back to sleep.

When I returned in an hour, she was still asleep.

It wasn't until I stopped by when the sun was high in the sky signifying noon that she finally woke up.

Her mom fluttered about her and though I couldn't make out what she was saying, I could tell she was worried.

I flew around the house, sneaking in the front door behind Nikolas who had just brought in the mail as well as a joint one of his friends snuck into his mailbox for him, and up the stairs into her bedroom as her mom made her way out.

She was gorgeous, standing in the afternoon sunlight peeking through her tall windows. Her hair was a mess, falling down her back in chocolate brown tangles, and her pajamas consisted of a pair of thick wool pants with Christmas penguins on them and a black tank top.

Her shoulders rose up slightly as she inhaled deeply, stepping back and turning with her eyes closed. The next step she took knocked her right into my chest, and her hands latched onto my hoodie as she bounced back, half startled and half asleep.

For a second shock consumed my being because she could touch me, and if she could touch me that undeniably meant she could see me, and if she could see me that means she believes in me… and to have someone your heart flutters for in your chest every time you see them believe in you, is undeniably one of, if not the most outstanding feeling in the world.

Her eyes locked with mine, the most stunning shade of brownish-green I'd ever encountered, and they trailed over my face as I took in every detail of hers, the way her bottom lip poked out making her look like she was pouting, the small freckle beneath her right eye, the way her nose turns up just the slightest bit, and the pillow lines across her left cheek from where she laid her head just minutes ago…

Then her lips parted in shock and her gaze became more focused, the clouds of awe clearing from her molten eyes giving way to fright and curiosity. I shot forward, my hand covering her mouth and feeling her plush, warm lips against my rough palm hot breath seeping through them as the air meant for a scream was let out in an exhale instead. "No, no! Don't scream, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you."

Her brow furrowed in the most adorably exasperated manner I'd ever seen as she gave me a look that simply said, are you fucking kidding me.

And yeah, I guess that's not the best thing to say when you're in a girls room who you've practically obsessed over since the first time you saw her, and she's only seeing you for the first time in her life…

A/N: So! A little bit of insight to this story.

The title of this story is actually based off the title of a song called Alice in Wonderland by Machine Gun Kelly... its basically about doing drugs and tripping out. I was listening to it and had the idea to do a story based around a user, but ended up not being able to create an OC that a story revolved around with an addiction. It's actually terrible to try and write, as the feeling of being high isn't something I particularly wanted to capture and write about, nor was the feeling of withdrawals and such.

Drug addiction will play a big part in this story though, coming from multiple sides of Natalia's family.

If you wanted to check out the song here's a Youtube link for it! - /sATjN9CP6HM

It's a rap song so it may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it actually describes both addiction and being high very very well haha.

Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! Things are going to start picking up very soon don't worry!

Please leave a review so I know if you like it, love it, hate it, all of the above? :)