Who's ready for some extremely-attractive-teenage-winter-spirit-fluff? Yeah, me too! Enjoy!
"Thank you, Ladies!" Mrs. Eva applauded for us. We all curtsied back and applauded for her. We walked off to the sidelines of the dance floor to grab our things. I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder with a smile on my face. After a great ballet lesson and a good test score, could this day get any better?
Well, I guess I'd better introduce myself, shouldn't I? I can almost see the puzzled look on your face right now reading this and you don't even know who I am and- Oops! Sorry, I tend to ramble a bit.
Hi! My name is Selena Snow. Yeah, yeah, "S-squared", I know- I've heard it all before. Anyways, I have curly dirty blonde hair, smart-looking glasses, and tanned skin due to my Native American heritage. My vocal instructor calls me her "little opera pixie" due to my small size. I'm a fairly average height of 5' 2", but I'm just an overall petite person. I love singing, dancing, writing, and acting. To sum things up, I'm a pretty normal teenager.
I walked out of the dance room chatting excitedly with my best friend, Abby. "I can't believe that we only have one more week until Christmas break!" I squealed happily.
"Finally- it's about time!" she said with a roll of her eyes. "It kinda stinks that I'll still be in a wheelchair by then," I grumbled.
I gave her an encouraging smile. "Aww, don't let that get you down! At least you'll be able to dance once you recover- and by New Year's, you'll just be in a boot, right?" I asked.
"If all goes as the doctor says it should go," she sighed dramatically. "Bahumbug." I laughed and slapped her playfully on the arm before I walked into a changing room.
I was changed out of my leotard, tights, and ballet slippers and into my usual outfit (my favorite jeans, a black long sleeve t-shirt, and some boots) in just under a few minutes. I walked out of the changing room and took my hair down from my ballerina bun before I put it up into a sloppy one.
I plopped down on the floor next to Abby with a sigh. She looked over at me with a knowing look. "Tired?" she asked.
"A bit," I answered with a yawn that I failed to stifle. "I wish I could take a nap," I told her, stealing a chip from her bag.
"Get your own food!" she laughed, holding her bag of chips protectively. "And if you wanna take a nap, then go ahead."
I gave her a look. "Abby, you know that we have to eat and then run off to class. Plus, I want to finish my drawing," I reminded her.
She groaned, "Ugh, you're such a party ruiner."
I gave her a smirk. "Only when there's a party to ruin, hun."
I grabbed my notebook and lunch box out of my backpack. I dug through my lunchbox until I found a sandwich. I took a bite of it as I stared down at my notebook thoughtfully. I had drawn a picture of a boy. Even though I was hardly an artist, I drew it anyways. Why? I have no clue.
He had carefree brown hair, blue- almost turquoise- eyes that shown with mirth, and he had the most charming smirk on his face. He had on a blue hoodie, and on the hoodie was fern-patterned frost. The picture had been in my head for weeks when I had finally decided to draw it.
Abby leaned over to take a look at the drawing. "I don't know what there is to finish. Except for maybe the rest of the body," she laughed.
I side-glared at her. "I told you- it's just a head shot. If I tried to draw a whole person, the proportions would be totally screwed up."
"fine, fine- whatever," she recanted, putting her hands up in a "not-guilty" manner.
I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit before I studied the picture some more. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, but something just seemed off...
"I've got it!" I shouted, snapping my fingers before I whipped out a white colored pencil. I bent over the drawing and started to color over the brown hair furiously. Abby stared at me like I was crazy, and she probably had all the right to. In just a few minutes, the brown hair was replaced by stark white hair that had the uncanny similarity to snow.
"That looks like a failed version of anime, Selena," Abby commented. "I mean...white hair? Really?"
I ignored her as I stared down into those blue eyes. Why was this boy on my mind? It didn't make any sense.
I heard the wind howl outside and looked up. I blinked with shock when I found that there was a fern-like design of frost in the window on the door. I glanced down at my drawing and saw that it was the exact same design that was on the boy's hoodie.
"Looks like Old Man Winter decided to make a stop in North Carolina this year," Abby commented.
"'Old Man Winter'?" my friend Kelsey repeated with a confused expression. "Do you mean Santa Clause?"
Abby shook her head. "No, Old Man Winter is another name for Jack Frost," she explained.
"Never heard of him," Kelsey replied.
"Well I have," my other friend Lydia jumped in. "And it's about freakin' time that he visited us! We never get snow here!" she complained.
I smiled at her, coming out of my thoughts. "Maybe we'll actually get a good amount instead of just barely one inch," I commented. "The last snow storm we got was way back when I was in first grade!"
"Yeah, I'm ready for some snow," Lydia agreed.
"Amen, sista," Abby nodded.
Their conversation carried on but I tuned them out. I stared back at the window and jumped. Written neatly in the frost was You're welcome. I stared at it for a while with wide eyes.
"-like that drawing."
I snapped out of my daze, blinking a few times. I looked up to see the face of my ex-boyfriend. Oh, joy.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" I asked, not really making eye contact.
"Your drawing- I like it," he repeated, pointing down at it. "The eye color kind of reminds me of your own."
I wanted to face-palm at his failed attempt to get me back into his good graces. "Thanks, I guess," I said with a forced laugh. I felt Abby look at me out of the corner of her eye. She could tell that I needed saving.
"Hey, Selena, I have to tell you something. Do you think we could go outside?" she asked.
I turned around to look at her. I was about to ask her why the heck she'd suggest to go out into the freezing cold when I saw the "I'm trying to help you" look in her eyes. "Sure, why not? Let me put on my jacket and scarf, first, though," I agreed.
I quickly threw away my empty sandwich bag and put on my jacket and scarf before I headed out the door with her. Right when the door shut, we both died of laughter.
"Yes, yes- 'you're welcome', 'I'm awesome', I know," she said grandly, bowing.
I laughed and high-fived her. "Gosh, I thought I was going to die of awkwardness! Did you hear what he said to me?!" I laughed.
"I could almost hear what he didn't say," she commented. "'Oh Selena, please take me back! You are my everything!'" she imitated, pretending to swoon over me.
I laughed and slapped her on the arm. "Oh, stop it, you! You could've at least come up with a better idea than going out into the freezing cold!"
"Oh please, it was either the cold or the awkward. Take your pick," she said sarcastically.
"I'll take the cold, please," I said, as though I was ordering at a restaurant.
Abby laughed before she took a thoughtful pose, leaning up against a stone pillar. "You know what I think?" she asked. "I think that he was jealous of that devishly-handsome boy you drew," she teased me.
"Probably," I snorted. "He's probably in their whining about how I give a drawn boy more attention than him."
"And Lydia's probably about to slap him," Abby added on, smiling.
"And Kelsey probably looks incredibly awkward to be caught up in the middle of all of this," I put in.
Abby laughed. "Oh, let's face it- life's full of awkward moments!" she stated. I laughed and glanced behind her at the door. The writing in the window was gone.
"Selena? What are you looking at?" Abby asked, turning around to follow my gaze.
"Oh, nothing. I was just hoping that the frost was still on the window so that they couldn't see us laughing," I lied quickly.
She grimaced. "Oh, yeah, that'd be bad. Anyways, I bet he's left by now. You wanna head back in?" she asked.
I hesitated, looking around me quickly and hoping that she didn't notice. "I'll come inside in a minute. I'm having a hot flash at the moment," I lied again. She nodded understandingly and went back inside the building. Once the door shut, I looked around warily.
Someone had to have written that on the window. I'm not that imaginative.
"I've gotta say...it's been a while since someone drew a portrait of this handsome face."
I gasped and spun around, expecting to see someone. 'Calm down, Selena.' I glanced around nervously and didn't see anyone. I started to relax a bit, and I let out a sigh.
"Are you always this jumpy?" The voice asked again from behind me.
I spun around angrily. "Alright, what are you-"
It was him.
Well...looks like my day just got better.
Aaaaaand, SCENE! Don't worry, I tend to update quickly. Review, Favorite- I don't care! Just let me know what you think somehow!