12 Days of Frostmas: Day Five
Again, sorry for the delay.
12 Days of Frostmas
Day Four
December 18, 1985
It was a little after ten in the morning when Jack heard a knock on his door. He had spent the morning attempting to fix the heater as best as he could, although not being very successful. He got off his feet and walked over to the door, opening it immediately.
“Phil!” Jack said in surprise.
“Morning, I had a few minutes, so I thought I would well...”
Jack leaned his head forward, waiting for the bellhop to finish what he wanted to say.
“Um,” Phil shifted his weight to his left foot and held his hat in his hands, “listen, the staff is holding a small holiday party tonight because many of us are leaving tomorrow. I... I know it's a little short notice, but would you like to be my plus one?”
If Jack had been drinking something at that moment, he would have spewed it out. Luckily, he wasn't, but he was still dumbstruck slightly.
He finally replied, “Alright.”
A smile spread across Phil's face, “Great! I'll come around eight.” And with that, he left. Jack stood frozen to the spot as he watched him leave.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Jack finally shrunk back into the room. He closed the door, then leaned his back against it. His head titled back, so he was looking up at the ceiling.
Is this a date? He thought, No, of course not. We are just going as friends... nothing more. Still, a friend is quite nice. I don't really have many friends. He seemed a little jittery when he asked. Was he scared I was going to say no and slam the door in his face? I probably would have if... If what, Jack?
Jack lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, If I didn't care about- NO! I've only known him for five days. Stuff like that doesn't happen that quickly, and besides that stuff doesn't happen to me. Sure, I've had lustful episodes in the past, but my heart could never be warmed. It was impossible.
He sighed through his nose then slumped onto the couch.
“A party, hmm?” he muttered, “this should be interesting. I haven't been invited to a party in a long time.”
8:00 pm on the nose
Jack heard the rapping on the door again. He opened the door to reveal Phil, dressed in a light button-down that was tucked into his khaki pants, with brown shoes. Long brown hair was tucked behind one ear. It looked fresh and well taken care of. Jack bit down on his tongue to keep from saying “You look fantastic.” Instead, he settled with smiling back.
“You ready?” asked Phil.
“Yep,” Jack replied, closing and locking the door behind him. Neither said a word as they made their way downstairs.
They stepped into a room with a dance floor and a DJ up on a stage, playing upbeat holiday music. To their right as a snack table and on their left were tables to sit down at. The entire room was decorated properly for the holidays.
Joy swelled inside Jack when he saw the paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling.
People were already on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of the music. Obviously, more than just staff members here.
“Come on,” said Phil, grabbing a handful of Jack's sleeve and pulling him toward the center of the dance floor.
“Wait, Phil! I-”
“Just go with it, Jack!”
At first Jack felt awkward and out of place dancing with the crowds around him. However, as he watched Phil dance like a fool beside him with a grin, he could not help but start getting more into it. He shifted his feet and rocked with the beat as did the rest of the crowd.
At one point, Jack and Phil spun around. They twisted around, Phil went under Jack's arm, and kicked out their feet. They pulled into each other and out, creating bridges with their arms, once in a while allowing others to go under.
“The Most Wonderful Time Of the Year” song ended, causing everyone to stop and clap their hands.
“Having a good time?” Phil asked over the crowd.
“Yes!” Jack replied.
The DJ moved the microphone closer to his mouth and said, “Time to slow it down.” He put on “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”
Phil began to move over to the tables when Jack fond himself saying with thinking about it, “Want to dance?”
Taken aback at first, Phil stared at him as if not believing what he just heard. Then he nodded, taking Jack's hand.
Because he was shorter than the bellhop, Jack placed one hand on Phil's shoulder, while Phil put his on Jack's back. As the song played on, the two could not take their eyes off each other.
Phil's eyes remind me of a lake frozen over, Jack noticed. Although Phil was the taller of the two, Jack was leading. The bellhop had to remember to breathe; Jack smells of the fresh winter...
The legendary figure's hand felt cold in the mortal's. They found themselves lost in one another, the outside world seemed to fade away. Was there music still playing? What time was it? Were they alone? All these questions floated around them, but neither paid any head to them.
Suddenly the song ended, changing into “Holly Jolly Christmas.”
They stopped turning and quickly let go of one another. Arms dropped to their sides. They suddenly became aware of their surroundings. A few people had been staring, some were still staring, while the others turned the other way.
Phil's face was a bright pink, “I um... I'll be right back.” He fled through the crowd before Jack could say anything.
“Phil, you okay?” asked Jack, jumping to his feet from his chair as the man in question approached, “you've been gone for half an hour.”
“Yeah, I'm alright. Just a little tired and dizzy. Mind if I call it a night?”
A lump stuck itself in Jack's throat, “But aren't you leaving tomorrow? This may be the last night we can hang out. Stay.”
“I have an early flight tomorrow, I should get some rest. Last time I took a plane I couldn't sleep at all,” Phil replied before turning around to leave.
“Phil!” he turned around again to see what Jack had to say.
Jack spoke calmly, but anxiously, “Did I do something wrong?”
A smile came across Phil's face, “No, tonight was great. You've been a good friend.” He walked over to Jack and shook his hand, “It was a pleasure to meet and get to know you. Have a merry Christmas, Jack.”
“Thank you, and same to you.”
Phil walked out of the dance hall, Jack's eyes following him the whole way. He stood there for a moment before returning to his own room.
Jack almost slammed the door when he entered. He stormed over to the window at the cloudless night. He ground his teeth, anger filling him to the brim. His fists clenched and his eyes twitched as he glared up at the sky. He went outside onto his balcony, icy eyes not leaving the sky that was beginning to cover in clouds. The wind picked up and the temperature dropped immensely.
Jack Frost cried out at the night, commanding his will to be done.
TBC
12 Days of Frostmas
Day Four
December 18, 1985
It was a little after ten in the morning when Jack heard a knock on his door. He had spent the morning attempting to fix the heater as best as he could, although not being very successful. He got off his feet and walked over to the door, opening it immediately.
“Phil!” Jack said in surprise.
“Morning, I had a few minutes, so I thought I would well...”
Jack leaned his head forward, waiting for the bellhop to finish what he wanted to say.
“Um,” Phil shifted his weight to his left foot and held his hat in his hands, “listen, the staff is holding a small holiday party tonight because many of us are leaving tomorrow. I... I know it's a little short notice, but would you like to be my plus one?”
If Jack had been drinking something at that moment, he would have spewed it out. Luckily, he wasn't, but he was still dumbstruck slightly.
He finally replied, “Alright.”
A smile spread across Phil's face, “Great! I'll come around eight.” And with that, he left. Jack stood frozen to the spot as he watched him leave.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Jack finally shrunk back into the room. He closed the door, then leaned his back against it. His head titled back, so he was looking up at the ceiling.
Is this a date? He thought, No, of course not. We are just going as friends... nothing more. Still, a friend is quite nice. I don't really have many friends. He seemed a little jittery when he asked. Was he scared I was going to say no and slam the door in his face? I probably would have if... If what, Jack?
Jack lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, If I didn't care about- NO! I've only known him for five days. Stuff like that doesn't happen that quickly, and besides that stuff doesn't happen to me. Sure, I've had lustful episodes in the past, but my heart could never be warmed. It was impossible.
He sighed through his nose then slumped onto the couch.
“A party, hmm?” he muttered, “this should be interesting. I haven't been invited to a party in a long time.”
8:00 pm on the nose
Jack heard the rapping on the door again. He opened the door to reveal Phil, dressed in a light button-down that was tucked into his khaki pants, with brown shoes. Long brown hair was tucked behind one ear. It looked fresh and well taken care of. Jack bit down on his tongue to keep from saying “You look fantastic.” Instead, he settled with smiling back.
“You ready?” asked Phil.
“Yep,” Jack replied, closing and locking the door behind him. Neither said a word as they made their way downstairs.
They stepped into a room with a dance floor and a DJ up on a stage, playing upbeat holiday music. To their right as a snack table and on their left were tables to sit down at. The entire room was decorated properly for the holidays.
Joy swelled inside Jack when he saw the paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling.
People were already on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of the music. Obviously, more than just staff members here.
“Come on,” said Phil, grabbing a handful of Jack's sleeve and pulling him toward the center of the dance floor.
“Wait, Phil! I-”
“Just go with it, Jack!”
At first Jack felt awkward and out of place dancing with the crowds around him. However, as he watched Phil dance like a fool beside him with a grin, he could not help but start getting more into it. He shifted his feet and rocked with the beat as did the rest of the crowd.
At one point, Jack and Phil spun around. They twisted around, Phil went under Jack's arm, and kicked out their feet. They pulled into each other and out, creating bridges with their arms, once in a while allowing others to go under.
“The Most Wonderful Time Of the Year” song ended, causing everyone to stop and clap their hands.
“Having a good time?” Phil asked over the crowd.
“Yes!” Jack replied.
The DJ moved the microphone closer to his mouth and said, “Time to slow it down.” He put on “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”
Phil began to move over to the tables when Jack fond himself saying with thinking about it, “Want to dance?”
Taken aback at first, Phil stared at him as if not believing what he just heard. Then he nodded, taking Jack's hand.
Because he was shorter than the bellhop, Jack placed one hand on Phil's shoulder, while Phil put his on Jack's back. As the song played on, the two could not take their eyes off each other.
Phil's eyes remind me of a lake frozen over, Jack noticed. Although Phil was the taller of the two, Jack was leading. The bellhop had to remember to breathe; Jack smells of the fresh winter...
The legendary figure's hand felt cold in the mortal's. They found themselves lost in one another, the outside world seemed to fade away. Was there music still playing? What time was it? Were they alone? All these questions floated around them, but neither paid any head to them.
Suddenly the song ended, changing into “Holly Jolly Christmas.”
They stopped turning and quickly let go of one another. Arms dropped to their sides. They suddenly became aware of their surroundings. A few people had been staring, some were still staring, while the others turned the other way.
Phil's face was a bright pink, “I um... I'll be right back.” He fled through the crowd before Jack could say anything.
“Phil, you okay?” asked Jack, jumping to his feet from his chair as the man in question approached, “you've been gone for half an hour.”
“Yeah, I'm alright. Just a little tired and dizzy. Mind if I call it a night?”
A lump stuck itself in Jack's throat, “But aren't you leaving tomorrow? This may be the last night we can hang out. Stay.”
“I have an early flight tomorrow, I should get some rest. Last time I took a plane I couldn't sleep at all,” Phil replied before turning around to leave.
“Phil!” he turned around again to see what Jack had to say.
Jack spoke calmly, but anxiously, “Did I do something wrong?”
A smile came across Phil's face, “No, tonight was great. You've been a good friend.” He walked over to Jack and shook his hand, “It was a pleasure to meet and get to know you. Have a merry Christmas, Jack.”
“Thank you, and same to you.”
Phil walked out of the dance hall, Jack's eyes following him the whole way. He stood there for a moment before returning to his own room.
Jack almost slammed the door when he entered. He stormed over to the window at the cloudless night. He ground his teeth, anger filling him to the brim. His fists clenched and his eyes twitched as he glared up at the sky. He went outside onto his balcony, icy eyes not leaving the sky that was beginning to cover in clouds. The wind picked up and the temperature dropped immensely.
Jack Frost cried out at the night, commanding his will to be done.
TBC