Any of you guys ever see Titanic? Lol Rose and Jack XD I just made that connection. Anyways, thank you guys for all the love ^_^ I'm glad you're liking this story so far!
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Chapter 3:
An Adventure Story

"So, Pitch is back again hmm?"

North stroked his white beard as he stood in front of the fireplace. Jack, Tooth, Bunnymund, and the Sandman stood behind him.

"Didn't he learn his lesson last time?" Bunny said, "He can't beat us all."

"He's not as strong as he was last time. He doesn't have the black sand, just shadows." Jack said.

"Well no matter what, we can take him down. Kids don't believe in the Bogey Man anymore. It'll be a synch." Bunny said

The Sandman jingled in agreement. Jack scratched the back of his head.

"That's the thing though." He said, "he didn't go after a sleeping child."

The guardians looked at Jack with wide eyes.

"What do you mean, Jack?" Tooth asked.

"He went after a teenage girl while she was walking home."

They all gasped.

"A teenager?" North questioned, "But-

"That's ridiculous, mate!" Bunny exclaimed, "Teenagers don't believe in us."

"But she does." Jack explained, "Pitch said that there aren't many, but some teenagers still have the heart of a child. They believe in us…well…you guys."

Tooth put a reassuring hand on Jack's shoulder. He shook it off and walked towards the window. North stood in front of the globe, the yellow lights of children shining brightly upon it. He messed with a few buttons and knobs, glancing at the globe with each push or pull.

"Aha!" He exclaimed.

North pushed a bright blue button, all the lights on the globe shut off and came back on a split second later, this time showing twelve blue lights. A question mark appeared above Sandy's head.

"The blue lights are teenagers, Sandy." North explained, "I never kept that function on because they usually go out with time."

"If Pitch is going after them, we gotta do something." Tooth said.

"Hang on, I don't understand." Jack stated, "Why go after teenagers? What is Pitch gaining from that?"

North turned to him.

"They are exposed to more things than young children are. Have you ever seen a PG-13 movie? Some of those can be pretty scary! Therefore, they have more fears, stronger fears." He said, "Pitch can feed off of that fear and grow stronger."

Jack thought back to that girl, Rose she said her name was. She was so full of fear that she couldn't even move. He couldn't let that happen to her, or anyone else again.

"So what should we do?" He asked.

The morning sunlight had melted the frost off of my window, but the message was still clear as day in my head.

Don't be afraid of the dark.

Who had written that? There was a park in the back of my mind, but I couldn't reach it to figure out what I knew, but couldn't remember. I shook my head and walked away from my window. Today my dad was at work. It was his payday, so that check was going towards booze. While he wasn't home, I took the time to clean up the house. We didn't have any dishes, so all I really had to do was take out the trash and clean the dirty surfaces, but even that could take most of the day. Occasionally I'd look out the window and watch the children play. They all looked so happy. I closed the blinds, finding myself missing my childhood once again.

It was dark by the time I had finished cleaning the house. By now, my dad had turned into that Man again and was bar hopping with his other drunken friends. He would be home soon, so I secluded myself in my bedroom again. I took a book from my nightstand and tried to read over the sounds of that Man and his drunken friends downstairs. There were many yells and crashes, so I gave up on my dream of peacefully finishing chapter one. I slammed the book closed and angrily sighed.

My window squeaked open again. I got off my bed and walked over to it. The frost had formed again, and another message was written.

I'll protect you

I glanced around my bedroom. I had to be dreaming. I wiped the message away and fogged the window with my breath.

Who are you?

My message cleared.

A story

"A story?" I whispered.

The message cleared itself this time. I fogged the window back up.

What kind of story?

I stepped back away from my window as a reply appeared below my question.

An adventure story

I looked to the picture of my mom on my windowsill. Remembering the bed time story she would tell me every night. The adventure story about Jack Frost.

That's when it all made sense! The constant patches of ice I'd slip on, the unexplained snowballs I'd get hit by, the cool breeze in the alley way, and now the messages on my window.

Jack Frost? I thought.

My vision blurred. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"You look like a wet dog when you do that, Rose."

My eyes shot open. On my window sill sat a boy with white hair and…amazing blue eyes. My jaw dropped at the sight of him.

"No way…" I said.

I took a step forward and pointed at him.

"You…you're…" I stuttered.

He smiled at me and shook his head.

"Jack Frost…you're Jack Frost." I said.

"Well who'd you expect? Santa Claus?" He chuckled.

I took another step forward and poked his blue, frost covered, hoodie. He just sat there and watched me. He was cold, but a nice cold. After I got over the chock of him being in my room, I punched his arm as hard as I could, nearly making him fall out my window.

"Ouch! Hey, what was that for?!" He exclaimed, rubbing his arm.

"That's for all those ice patches you made me slip on!" I yelled, "And the snowballs that hit me in the face almost every day!"

"I had a reason." Jack said.

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.

"I just wanted to make you smile again." He said.

My cheeks turned pink and I looked away from him.

"Oh…" I said, "Sorry about the punch than."

He stopped rubbing his arm and chuckled.

"No worries," He said, "I think you hit harder than the Tooth Fairy. You'd think that she wouldn't hit so hard since she only flies around all day."

I scratched the back of my head.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

This time, Jack blushed and looked away from me.

"Well… it's a long story." He said.

"How long?"

"It starts when I first saw you two years ago."

I blushed again. I had always thought I felt eyes watching me, but I thought that I was just going crazy. I sat down on my floor and stared at him.

"I've got nothing but time, Jack Frost." I said, "Might as well get it all out."

The yelling downstairs had stopped. I looked to my door. That was very odd…it was only midnight. That Man and his friends usually didn't pass out until three. I looked back to Jack, he had a very serious look on his face, a glint of hatred in his eyes. He looked back to me.

"I'll tell you later, right now we have to go." He said.

I stood up.

"Go?" I asked, "Where?"

"Away from here." Jack answered.

He held his hand out to me.

"It's not safe."