You're never too old. A Rosie and Ever roleplay
 

The room was surprisingly just how he left it. True some posters are missing, and there aren't as many books on his selves any more. Oh and of course the TV and gaming system found it;s way to his new place but for the most part his parents haven't touched his room since he went off to college three years ago. Jamie always figures that he has Sophie to thank for this. It was nice to have a room to come back to and not a shrine to their fathers military career. His mother's looming threat if he didn't visit often enough. Laying back on his high school bed the almost twenty-two year old man figured that he probably should have left the TV here. If for nothing else then for something to do.

The 3rd year college student had worked his scheduled out this term so he only had classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It made those two days hell but it gave him more time to come back and visit his family. Right now his family was all out of the house. Mom and dad at work and Sophie was at school. He wasn't sure where Jack was. Mid October maybe too soon for winter in most parts of the states but he knew his best friend wouldn't miss a chance to have start a snow ball fight on his birthday.

A fond smile found it's way to his lips as he recalled other birthdays he had spent playing in the unusually early first snow of the season. It wouldn't snow for weeks sometimes months after that but there would always be snow on Oct. 17.


((Short but I wanted you to be able to get a post in before we both had to head off to bed. ))

Sophie tapped her pencil on her desk impatiently. It was her last class of the day, English. Normally, she enjoyed it at least somewhat, but today was different. Today was October 17, her big brother’s birthday. On one hand, Sophie was sure that Jamie wouldn’t mind too much if she skipped out on her last class of the day. On the other hand, she was sure that if Jamie found out that said class was English, he would never let her live it down.

Jamie had to be home by now. Probably already hanging out with Jack having a snowball fight with—what it would look like to most people—thin air. Jealous, Sophie sat up a little further in her seat, attempting to look out the window to see if there was snow all over town yet. No luck. The curtains that she usually considered a godsend to keep her mind on track were closed entirely and there was no way to see outside. Well, barring getting up and opening the curtains herself.

Sophie felt like she was being watched, a jarring, but not unfamiliar feeling. She scanned the classroom, hoping to see Jack, probably mocking her for being in class while he was goofing off with Jamie. But he wasn’t there. Her eyes finally met another pair. A pair of glaring eyes. Her friend Olivia. Oh. Oh. Sophie realized that she was still banging her pencil around and dropped it. Olivia returned to notetaking. Sophie picked her pencil back up and began doodling on the near-blank paper in front of her.

Could this day be any slower? She just wanted to be with Jack and Jamie.

Er. She meant Jamie and Jack. Yeah. That was the order those names went.

The world blurred by as the north wind carried him to the familiar small town in upstate New York. Every year on this day he got to come back and see his two favorite believers. Though he loved all of the kids who believed- and those that didn't- in him Sophie and Jamie were special. They were the first. And in the twelve years since that night that they helped defeat pitch the Bennett sibling had become more then just his first believers. They were his best friends. Even Jamie who was turning 22 today, man he was so OLD now.

Jack was lucky that the boys birthday was in fall. Any sooner and Jack wasn't sure he would have been able to be around for it. The trees of the forest cleared out ad a first signs of civilization started to sprout. There was the old bridge that They had jumped off of into a Snow pile all the kids had made. And that park was was where the greatest snow ball war in the history of snow ball wars had taken place. Boys verses girls. This place had so many memories.

Finally the buildings started to clump closer together. There was the high school that Jamie had gone to, Sophie was probably there too right now. Stopping mid air the white haired teen stared at the building for a few minutes. He hadn't seen Sophie since Bunny had taken her to the Warren sometime after her birthday. He had spent the last couple of months bring winter to other parts of the world. She'd been off from school soon...and it was Jamie's birthday. Yeah it was Jamie's birthday. He'd bug Sophie at school the next time.

Catching the wind he let it take him back to a window he knew better then any other window in the world.




A nap sounded like a good way to pass the time. He had another three hours before Sophie got off of school and his parents work scheduled would vary. He had gotten up early to make it out to breakfast with Joyce before her first class so catching up on some sleep wouldn't hurt. As if she could tell he was thinking about her his cell went off from the night stand by his bed.' A Big yellow taxi cut through the silence of the room letting him known that he had a new text from his girlfriend.
Rolling over to grab at the blackberry Jamie felt a gust of cold wind on his back. Jack was here. Opening the message a laugh tore from his throat before he had time to catch himself. The picture attached to the message was a close up of Joyce's face as she scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue. Under it the caption read 'Just got out of Cal 3. Wish you were home to make me Mac-n-cheese.'

The cold tingle on his shoulder along with the shadow that fell over his phone let him know Jack was leaning over reading the message. "You cook?"
"Says the guy who didn't even know what an oven was ten years ago."

Moving his legs out of the way he watched as his immortally teenage best friend took his seat on the bed. Jack didn't so much as seat as he crouched like he was just waiting to spring up into the air at a moments notice. Scrolling through his contacts Jamie figured he might as well tease his baby sister. His fingers flew over the keys before hitting the send button, ' Jacks here!'

If it wasn’t for the years of training, Sophie might have jumped when her cell phone silently vibrated in her jacket pocket. Thankfully, she was used to texting during class, and her teachers never paid attention anyway. She moved her textbook into her lap at an angle against the desk, pulling her page as well, making it look like she was still doodling and fished her phone out of her pocket.

‘Jacks here!’

The words on her phone seemed to mock her. She typed in her response, making sure to keep her pencil in her hand so it would still look like she was taking notes, or at least drawing. ‘Not even fair. Youre going to have all the fun without me. Tell Jack I say hello.’

She glanced between the clock on the wall and the time on her cell phone. Less than two minutes. Mrs. McKee was still going on, talking about the deterioration of the English language. As stealthily as she could, Sophie slipped her phone back into her pocket and shoved her pencil in the bun her hair was hastily thrown up into. She pushed her book back on her desk and slipped one hand under one of the straps on her backpack, staring at the clock.

The bell rang. “—and that’s all for today. Be safe!” Sophie was already across the room and halfway out the door, book and backpack in hand. She half sprinted down the hallways, making it to her locker—which she had remembered to leave unlocked. She shoved her book in and slammed it shut, thankful that her locker was right by the student parking lot.

“Sophie!” a voice called. Sophie turned to see Olivia down the hallway. “Wait up!”

Sophie threw her a torn look. “It’s Jamie’s birthday! I gotta get home!”

Olivia, waved her hand while rolling her eyes. “Fine, but you better text me,” she shouted back.

Sophie was already at the door, having been walking backward while her friend was shouting. “I will!”

The only thing that stood in her way now was the five minute drive home.

As always conversation flowed between the two long time friends. Jamie filled jack in on what he had been doing in the month that Jack was away bringing winter fun to children in other parts of the world. He told him of how me moved in with Joyce at the end of last semester because they both had hated being apart during the summer. How his classes were going and other mundane stuff. He was keeping the children's book series a secret until it was finished. Of course Sophie knew about it and a few other but not the guardians themselves.

Checking his phone when ' the bunny hop' ring tone played out he showed Jack the message from his sister. Leaning back on his heels the winter spirit laughed at the text. " As if we could have fun with out her." His staff was balanced on his knees a short burst of ice shooting out of the end and through the open window as she jostled it. This caused the young man in front of him to burst out laughing.

" Hey I got an idea."Jack told him about this crazy white out he had caused in Iceland and a new thing he had leaned from some of the kids up there. A snow bath he had explained to Jamie.It involved one or two people holding someone down while everyone else shoved snow down their clothes. He was planning on giving one to Sophie as soon as she got home. It was going to be so much fun. He could already see her face turning red as she laughed and tried to get away.
"Sounds perfect."
Leaning in the two best friends conspired on how to gang up on the unsuspecting teenage girl.
Shortly before Sophie was to arrive Jamie was hidden behind the steps that led to the front door while Jack was tucked up in a tree unseen.

Sophie turned the corner into her neighborhood and accidentally caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror. Her hair was even more of a mess than she thought. She slowed her car and pulled at the hair tie. Three colored pencils, a paintbrush, two pencils, and a sharpie fell out and rolled down her back into her seat. She smacked herself in the forehead and attempted to comb through it with her fingers before giving up and parking out front of her house.

She climbed out, leaving her backpack in the car. (with Jack and Jamie around, she wouldn’t get around to anything inside of it for a while. Jamie and Jack.) It was quiet. Much too quiet. Her brother and Jack should have been laughing so loud that she could hear it from out front. Oh well. Maybe they were out at the pond already. She’d just run inside and grab another jacket.

It couldn't have happened batter if they had had time to plan it. Just as the blond was reaching the third step Jamie stood from his crouched position and wrapped both arms around the girl dragging her into the small dusting of snow that Jack had slowly been building. Jamie was stronger then Sophie and all throughout their lives as siblings he had used it to his advantage. like now when he was practically holding her down on top of him with her back to his chest. He had had to wrestler her down a bit but her had managed to wrap his legs around hers also. Couldn't have her kicking Jack.

" Now Jack!" Jamie cried out laughing as he used a free hand to tickle his sister.

As this was happening Jack dropped down from the tree that had a generous helping of ice coating it's trunk. As he landed it begun to snow a little heavier then before. The flakes falling in large soft clumps. Nothing dangerous , cars would have no problem driving, adults wouldn't have to fear slipping on the side walks but kids getting out of school all around town cheered at the sight.

Dragging his staff along the ground that seemed to have built up more snow then had fallen Jack bent down scooping up a hand full of the white cold powder. A smile that could almost be considered dark, if you didn't know Jack at all, crossed his face. " Hey Sophie. Missed me?" His voice held all of the mischief that had once made him the bane of the guardian's existence. With out giving her a chance to reply he dropped the snow ball right on the pretty girl's face. Yeah with the snow glittering on her red cheeksand melting into her hair her guess she was kind of pretty.

But that wasn't the point. With her distracted he dropped to his knees making sure to keep his staff close but kept both of his hands free to pile snow on to her with Jamie. Occasionally he would slip some up the light jacket she had on and under her shirt. She knew he was coming she so should had been better prepared.

Sophie was squealing and giggling and thrashing about, one hand attempting to get away, but knowing that it was not going to happen. “NO...tickling…cold…frozen…sttttooooopppp…” Sophie barely managed to get out syllables and words, much less sentences. The cold snow melting caused her to start shaking, but she was too busy laughing to care too much.

Sophie did manage to get a hand out and tried tickling her captor, but the angle was awkward and she gave up, switching to tickling Jack.

It's wasn't until her warm hand- well warm by his standards it was pretty chilled for an average human hand by now- that Jack stopped his snowy assault. At first he thought she was just trying to push him away. Not that that would do her any good. it wasn't until he felt her fingers twitch against his side that he realized her goal. Hopping back on the balls of his bare feet he barely contained a squeak. She had discovered he was ticklish about the same time he did. Three hundred years he had gone with out knowing that. Now Sophie used it against him.

" ah ah ah,Tickling isn't allowed in a snow war." Grabbing his staff and standing up in one fluid motion he swung it covering the siblings in a thin blanket of snow. The white haired guardian threw his head back and let out a loud laugh.

Spitting out a mouth full of snow Jamie glared at his best friend and let his sister go. It was so on. " Let's get him."

He squeaked. Jack Frost had squeaked. It was the cutest most hilarious noise she had ever heard. When Jamie released her, she shook her clothes out—just to get the snow on the inside of her shirt out. At Jamie’s words, she nodded, grinning wildly and leapt at Jack to stop him from flying off. They hit the ground and instantly, Sophie started tickling. “Come on, Jamie!” she giggled.

He was too busy laughing to realized that he was about to get double teamed. The breathe was knocked out of him as a blur of color and blond hair latched it's self to his middle knocking him to the ground. Two things happen next ,both out of reflex.One a blast of arctic ice shoots out of his staff and molds around a tree in a jagged patterned, tow as soon as he realizes that it's Sophie attached to him he wraps the arm not holding his staff around her. So she wont get hurt when they fall to the ground of course.

Jamie had to hand it to his sister she was good at guerrilla warfare.Not a tract most brothers would be proud of in their sisters but well he normally spent the day after Christmas chilling at the workshop with Santa- North-so normally had gone out the window when he was ten. Not to let Sophie's attack go to waste had grabbed arm fulls of snow and pelted the winter spirit and his sister with it. All is fair in love and war.

"Ah..No..Cheater!..Tickling is...Ah..Cheating." He was breathless by the time Jamie got around to pelting snow at them.

Sophie laughed, even as she was pelted with snowballs. “Tickling is not cheating. Especially not if you’re against someone who can fly.” Sophie glanced at her brother for a moment, only to be pelted in the face with a snowball. She stopped tickling Jack to wipe the snowball off her face. She leaned down and whispered to Jack, “How about we give Jamie a snowball for every year of life?”

When that torture known as tickling stopped- honestly he was a winter spirit he shouldn't be ticklish- he used the hand still slightly wrapped around the girl to flip them shoving the back of her head into a pile of snow. Bouncing back up onto his bare feet he held he had out for Sophie. " I think it's a great idea." Reaching down she pulled her up to her feet. " I'll make the snow balls while you distract him." And he set about doing just that. Coating them with a extra layer of snow. the soft fresh kind that just made you want to go out side and play. Like the very first snow ball he had thrown at Jamie.

The birthday boy on the other hand was busying building a small forte. " I can hear you. Jack you weren't even whispering." It wasn't the greatest forte. He may have been spoiled through his childhood with an unfair advantage when it came to winter games. Building a snow forte with out the help of Jack Frost was harder then he remembered it being.

Sophie was completely at a loss for how to “distract” Jamie. She could have tackled him the way she did with Jack, but something told her that attempting that with her 22-year-old brother would not end well. So instead she jumped on his back, like some sort of impromptu piggy back ride.

Jamie made a mental note to never try hitting someone with a snow ball when they were on his back again. He was sure that some of the snow he had tried to shove in her face. However he knew for a fact most of it just ended up down his back or in his hair. Wiggling around trying the get the clumps of snow- and Sophie- off his back Jamie ended up tripping over suspiciously convenient patch of ice and falling into his forte. Face first cause he did have is sister on his back.

" Sophie I'm all done with my part." A small mountain of snow balls were sitting next to Jack as he waved the blond over. He may have ended up making more then twenty two but he was sure she wouldn't mind. They were teaming up against her big brother the more the better.

Sophie climbed off of her brother and ran over to Jack and the pile of snowballs. Grinning, she threw a few at her brother before moving to hi-five Jack. “Happy birthday, Jamie!” she shouted, grinning wickedly.

There had to be some birthday rule against his best friend and little sister ganging up on him today of all days.Not that either of them would have followed it if there was. Instead as soon as he had managed to stand up he was forced back down by the amount of snow being thrown his way. Despite the fact that he was starting to go numb in his fingers and toes Jamie grabbed clumps of snow and threw it blindly across the yard at his opponents.Laughing the whole time.

"Whooh" High-fiving Sophie Jack scooped up an armful of snow ball and his staff and took to the sky."Bombs away." He called out as he dropped his arm load onto the birthday boy. " Happy birthday Jamie."

This was how an hour later the Bennett parents found their children. Soaking wet and playing what little snow hadn't melted or been turned to slush.They had always been so happy that their children had remained close despite their age different. Mrs. Bennett knew it was because both were just big kids at heart, like their father. Big was the right word though. Jamie her oldest, her baby boy was a man now. He had a place of his own living with a sweet girl that she hoped would one day share a last name with. Sophie was big in her own way.She had grown up so beautifully with out it going to her head.
Coming around tot he drivers side of the car she had to stumble back a little when she was hit with a wayward snowball. Next to her her husband tried to smother a chuckle. " Okay which one of you threw that?"

Jamie looked up at his mom. "It was Jack Frost." Her response was an arched eyebrow and a snow ball to the face.

Sophie had a snowball in her hand still, and instinctively hid it behind her back when her parents showed up. She glanced at Jack at the mention of his name by Jamie. She had to wonder if it hurt a little that her parents couldn’t see him, even though they were adults. She tried not to think about it, as she was sure he did the same. When her mother threw a snowball at Jamie, Sophie took it as a sign and threw her snowball at her father.

The family scene was sweet. The Erica Bennett hid behind her husband throwing clumps of snow at her two grown children while said husband proclaimed he would protect the princess from the evil trolls. Jack didn't know much about Sophie and Jamie's dad. What he did know was that the older Bennett man worked a lot because he rarely saw him around.Jamie had tole him once, years ago, that his dad was like a guardian himself only he protected more then just kids.

Taking a few steps back Jack watched the family play in his birthday present to Jamie. It didn't hurt as much as it use to. To not be seen by those around was still a small twist in his gut but these were adults and there were only two adults that he knew that could see him any way. " I'll be back." he called out to the two that could still see him, who would always be able to see him. Jumping up into the air he let the North wind take him to his place. Back to the lake that had ended and started it all.



Jamie whipped the snow out of his face mock glaring at his mother. Jack really had thrown that snow ball.He was so caught up in the snow ball war with his family that he barely heard Jack call out to them. Turning his head to watch his friend fly off till about clump of snow hit him in the side of his face. " Pay attention son."

Sophie watched Jack fly off, and probably would have continued until he disappeared, if she hadn’t heard her brother get hit by a snowball. However, the threat of more snow—specifically by people who couldn’t control snow—was unappealing to say the least. Sophie shook her head and smiled at her father, before scooping up two handfuls of snow, not even bothering to compact them into snowballs, and tossing them at his face.

Easter was half a year away. Only half a year and the warren was in full swing prepping for the big day. Eggs marched in a chaotic orderly short of way along the river banks. Bunnymund brush in hand painted intricate designs on some of the ones that had already taken a dip in one of the dye rivers. Like all days in the warren the sun blazed up above warming the soft green grass. Eternal spring at it's finest. He would lose most of the rest of this month to get work done. Though he was sure the eggs could handle themselves a few weeks unsupervised. It was finally time. Twelve years and the Man in the Moon had decided that Pitch's fate had to be settled.

Personally Bunny thought letting him rot in his own nightmares seemed like the perfect punishment. Besides a trail meant a summit of all of the spirit- at least the influence ones-and them. A trail meant that the twins would have to be present. Mumbling something about Yobbo's and having no time to deal with them. At least the summit would take place at the workshop. Let North handle all of that, he had a real holiday to prepare for.


The wind left hem standing by the not yet frozen lake. His memories of being alive were still hazy but he knew that this was were his father had taught him to fish. And he in turn had taught Emma to swim. He had for the last twelve years been working up the courage to ask Tooth to let him see his sisters memories. he just...he just wanted to know that she was okay.That she grew old and had lots of kids with a good man. That she had a good and happy life.

Nicholas St. North sat at his desk in his study, once again carving ice. A part of him wished, as usual that the world could handle his ice toys. But he knew better. They were too magical, too full of wonder. He was carving a sailboat that turned into a zeppelin at the moment, and was nearly finished. There was a nagging somewhere at the back of his mind, a feeling like he was forgetting something that wouldn’t go away. Hm. Did he order the elves to make him cookies again? He really needed to stop asking them to handle food, specifically desserts. They always ended up eating the sugar out of the bag instead of putting it into the mixing bowl.

North smiled kindly, preparing to hit the ice as gently as he could, to sculpt the deck of the boat. He took a deep breath in, and pulled the tiny hammer back.

The sound of a loud knocking disturbed him, causing him to hit the sailboat directly down the middle, shattering it. A vaguely Russian sounding curse flew out of his mouth, and he quickly covered his mouth, as if it would take back the word.

North dropped the tiny hammer on his workbench and shouted to the door. “You may come in.”

Phil the Yeti shoved the door open, and began waving his arms about. ‘Warga blarghgha arghbal!”

North jumped up from his workbench. “What do you mean?”

“Arghbalgha!”

“The summit! Here?”

“Warga arblarg!”

North crossed the room in record speed, already shouting orders before he got out. How on earth could he have forgotten about the summit? The fate of Pitch Black stood in the balance.

Walking out to the other side of the lake Jack watched as the water froze under his feet.It was still too early to freeze the whole lake, the weather worked against him on some things. Plus he didn't plan on staying here for too long.Normally when Jamie's birthday fell on a weekend and he had all three days off school Jack would make sure that all his duties were finished or could be put off so the three of them could play. However every time he ran into Sandy he was reminded that as a guardian he HAD to be at the summit. A thing he had never even heard of until now. apparently they weren't to common. In his three hundred years prior he had never seemed to make the guest list.

Looking around the forest still gripped in Autumn Jack noticed he had made it to the Spot. His spot, the last place he say his sister, the place where he rose from the lake and became Jack Frost. He needed to get back. Calling the wind back to him he took off into the sky frozen footsteps melting in his wake.



One good parents vs children snow war later and the Bennett's headed back into the house. Tossing his suitcase on the bed the dark haired birthday boy searched for a change of cloths that would warm him up. He really didn't feel like hopping into the shower. Settling on a pair of dark grey sweats and a hoodie with his campus logo printed on the front he dragged the cold soaked shirt he had worn under his jacket off. Snow ball fights had to be one of his favorite things, the feeling of wet clothes sticking to cold skin you got after not so much. He was working on his jeans when a ring tone that always made him smile played softly out of his phone, Hooked on a feeling by Blue Swede was Joyce's favorite song.
Hitting accept he tried to pull on his sweats with on hand while the other held the phone to his ear. " Helllloooooo Nurse!"
"I so hate you. I was calling to wish you happy birthday but since you want to try and be funny.I guess this might just end up as a break up call instead ."
" Naw you're not heartless enough to break up with a guy on his birthday."
"Tomorrow then."
Chuckling to himself, how many times had she joked about that, he let the pants hang on his hips. No way was he going to tie them up with one hand and instead stared hard at at the hoodie. Now hoe to get that on."How was classes?"

"Good. Pop Quiz in French literature so I got to feel like I was in high school again. What have you been up to?" He almost felt bad for that. She had taken the class under his recommendation. Joyce and him had a lot in common but picking about the symbolism in literature wasn't on of them.

" Just got in from a snow call fight with Jack and Sophie."
" Ah the illusive best friend I've yet to meet." He felt bad about that. Jamie just wasn't sure how to broach the subject. For two main reasons. One Jack was a Guardian of childhood you couldn't see him unless you believed in him. Two Joyce hated the cold. If it got below 60 degrees the girl was bundled up and in a foul mood. She refused to go out on their first valentines day date because it was snowing. Something he had asked Jack to do before he knew of her hatred.

As if thinking of the winter spirit had summoned him the creak of his window and a chill up his back let him know Jack was back. Turning to face his friend he pointed to his phone and waved for the guardian of fun to go find Sophie. He mouth 'Joyce'. Jamie was great full that all Jack did was roll his eyes before heading out the window again moving along the second story of the house for another far more girlier room.

" Yeah Jack's just all over the place. He travels a lot..."

Sophie jumped out of the shower in record time, pulling on her fuzzy robe and throwing her hair up in a towel. Normally, her showers are much, much longer, but apparently one of her parents decided to take a shower at the same time, because the hot water disappeared in less than a minute. The shower left her just as cold as before, which was not even close to her intent. She rushed back to her room and started dressing immediately, pulling on jeans and a sweater. As soon as she was dressed she jumped into her bed, climbing under the covers entirely, cuddling in.

He knew that you didn't go into a girls room unless she let you in. It was rude, or so a thirteen year old Sophie had screamed at him the one time he did. Instead he rested a hand against the glass letting the lace like pattern spread out from the center. " Sophie you in there?" Jamie and him had talked for about an hour before the Snow bath plan and been formed. They swapped stories about what they had been doing in the last few months. Now he wanted to know about Sophie's summer. And how was her art coming along. Jack loved laying on her bed watching her paint. Almost as much as he loved starting sledding races.

(( Super short but I need to get my second wind form after work.))