I smile. "Okay." I say quietly. My hands start shaking more. I haven't talked to a guy in years- unless telling him to stop making out with his girlfriend against your locker counts. "So, new friend. What do you do for fun?" I blink. "Uh... usually I read or draw." He takes the book from my hands. "This is a pretty thick book. How old are you, kid?" I roll my eyes. He must think I'm like 11 because of my height. I'm 4' 10". Way too short. "I'm 15." Not surprisingly, his eyes widen. "15? But you're.. uh.."
"Short?" He nods and smiles. "I know. I get made fun of for it." I say blushing again. Usually I don't tell anyone these things. His smile fades.
"Oh," he says, "I didn't know or I wouldn't of.." I smile. "No, its fine. So, new friend, what do you want to do for fun?"
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Fallen Snow
FanfictionA Jack Frost fan fiction. this is my first fan fiction. this was on here before but magically all the chapters I don't own any DreamWorks characters, just November.
