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Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.9

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There is an explanation to everything.

Turns out you were suffering from a mental illness that made your brain function in the same manner as the brain of a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

At least, that is what you texted Jamie back after having finished making your breakfast; hot oatmeal with fruit and raisins in it and a cup of coffee, black, though you thought its taste was not as great as what you usually made. He only texted back that it didn’t matter how you worded it, lovesickness was still lovesickness.

The symptoms began when you had tried to break Jack’s head with you bat, or at least that was when you had noticed them. At that moment when he was giving that stupid grin with the eyes of a puppy-dog and blaming Jamie for him entering your room after you clearly told him it was off limits, your brain stopped working for a small portion of a second.

The room felt smaller, your heart far louder than you had ever heard it, and you had a sudden urge to check in a mirror to see if you didn’t have bedhead. Honestly, out of the entire list of things that should be going through your mind, the condition of your hair shouldn’t be mentioned.

After throwing the bat right at him, he dodged as if it would hit him, and making a hole on the wall, you had walked out of the room. Your phone was still in your pocket and you refused to say anything to Jack about Jamie, though he was persistent in wanting to know why you two were speaking so late at night, or so early in the morning.

You weren’t hungry, hadn’t been hungry in a while actually, and the last time you remember having a full meal was before Jack had arrived and broken your arm . . . unintentionally of course. Eating was something you had set an alarm for because of the long hours you would spend on something and would completely forget your body needed nutrition. Your mind instinctively threw your lack of food into that category as Jack was a test subject, though he hated it.

Your eyes trailed down the edge of the spoon, following your fingers as you slowly wrapped them around it. There was no appetite for the oatmeal, but any more of this stress and lack of food, your body couldn’t take. It had even crossed your mind that it was because of the lack of food that you were hallucinating mythical creatures. Or ghost, because that was still a theory.

“Want me to cool it—that coffee does not smell good.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you rested your head on your hands, letting your hair curtain your face so Jack couldn’t take a peek. He would, you knew he wanted to read your expressions after walking out of your room without saying a word. Most likely he thought you were so crossed with him that you didn’t even want to speak to him, though it wasn’t that at all.

You were tongue tied.

The motto was to think before you speak, but you couldn’t think straight at the moment. Lack of food, lack of sleep, lack of rational minds having rational conversations with you; instead you had to settle with someone that had the mindset of a child and the understanding of an adult.

Stupid Jamie and his absurd comments!

“Are you really that mad at me?” Jack asked from beside you, you still refusing to look at him. You could already feel your cheeks flushing knowing he was closer to you than before. “I already said I was sorry, but if anything, it was your fault.”

What wasn’t your fault the last past hour?

“You called me a lab rat . . . and then called Jamie right after I left.” The last part was said in a whisper, but you heard him. “Jamie wouldn’t lie, and I wasn’t going to take any chances.”

Just at the mention of Jamie’s name had you mentally screaming. Everything was going berserk in your head. All the years of discipline and understanding of the human mind was all for not, and because of Jamie! That alien-loving-weirdo had done something to mess with your brain—no, you thought, it’s just the unclearness that comes when you don’t sleep.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m thinking, so you better not interrupt unless you want to get stabbed.” You said softly, hoping he wouldn’t hear the tremble in your voice.

You heard him chuckle, “You’re threatening me with a spoon.”

Dammit.

He was turning your brain to mush the closer he got to you, and even though you couldn’t touch him, Jamie’s comment about Jack also being felt in the wind was nerve wrecking. You could clearly feel the cold air wrapping around your body as he stood next to you; a strange, forceful breeze trying to move your hair away from your face.

Too many thoughts crossed your mind, your hand trembling lightly as you picked the spoon up from the tray, Jack moving closer that you could see it in your mind that he would be touching you if he were solid. Your face burned, the wind was just making matters worse, and his worried voice causing your heart to try and burst out of your chest.

It was that soft blow of cold air on the back of your neck that made you lose it; jumping up from your seat and thrusting your hand in his direction without looking away from the plate of oatmeal. A muffled sound came from where Jack was. It look only seconds for your mind to register that you had tried to hit him with the spoonful of hot oatmeal.

You kept a tight hold on the end of the spoon as you turned towards Jack. He was wide eyed and almost gagging as you kept the spoon in his mouth.

You stared at him for a long minute, and he stared back with the same shocked expression.

“YOU ATE MY OATMEAL!”

Nothing mattered to you at the moment except the fact that the only thing that had not gone through Jack had been your spoon and the oatmeal. Jack had no time to answer as you pulled the spoon out of his mouth and instead let out a surprised sound when you lunged at him. Of course, to your luck, you ended face first in the floor.

“Oh, come on!” you slammed a first into the floor, but that pain didn’t compare to the pain that came when landing on the one with a cast. “You ate the oatmeal! I clearly saw the spoon in your mouth and nothing is spattered on the floor!”

“Uh, that’s a lie,” Jack gave a nervous smile, hand touching his bottom lip, “You’re splattered on the ground, joykill.”

You sat on your knees; biting you bottom lip with tightly shut eyes as you mustered all your strengths not to let out several un-lady-like words. Jack was two feet behind you, where he had been before, leaning on his staff and watching with wonder in his eyes on how many emotions your face had shown in those few seconds you had lunged at him.

“Want to touch me that badly, huh?” he asked.

You had forgotten the last hour’s inner turmoil and were completely focused on data collecting. Cementing everything about Jack in your mind at that moment; how his smile was a bit sadder than mocking, his eyes having a strange light to them that seemed strange with his comment. And another question came from this new observation:

Not being able to touch, did it hurt him?
Because you all deserve the updates to be faster, and also because I get frustrated and this is how I let out my frustration :iconsighingplz: I'll probably try to sketch Jack out in the near future, maybe make it into a fanart for this story, I dunno, I'm just really wanting to just throw over a table :icondestroyplz: , but for now I'll just watch the blue-ray version of RoTG >:]

Jamie Bennett: www.zerochan.net/1486695 [he's this age in the story, and I like how this person drew him]
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AGuardianOfDreams's avatar
wow... it took reader-chan THAT long to come up with that question? seriously?

the whole spoon incident made me giggle though.