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He'd always been invisible until Jamie saw him. People would notice his presence, they'd scowl at the teen smoking on the corner of the street, shout in alarm as they padded their empty pockets and found their wallet missing, but they never truly saw him. They saw a troubled youth, a homeless person, a runaway orphan, someone to be avoided. He'd been alone, so alone, but then Jamie came along.
Jamie was special because Jamie saw Jack Frost, was even the one to give him a last name when he said he didn't have one, not really. A last name is something you get from your parents and Jack never knew his. The name the government gave him didn't count. He chose to call himself Jack, and then Jamie told him that his last name should be "Frost" because of his dyed white hair. Now he chooses to call himself Jack Frost.
When he escaped from social services they posted a missing person article in the newspaper. It didn't even have a picture, just a description. Brown hair, hazel eyes. He probably didn't have to dye it, seeing as no one was actually looking for him, but he didn't want to be that kid anymore and he didn't want some random do gooder to connect the description to him. Sitting beside Jamie now, he's glad that he did. If his hair wasn't white he wouldn't have the last name that he has now, and he likes his name.
Jack swallows the last bite of his McGangBang and flicks the empty McDonalds wrappers off of the picnic table. He smirks in a self satisfied way as he watches Jamie chew on his chicken nuggets. Some times Jamie sneaks food out of the house for Jack but today it's Jack who's treating Jamie to a meal. A meal unknowingly payed for by a Micheal J Smith.
Jack riffles through the man's wallet, pulling out anything he deams useless and burning it in his hand with his lighter. Though the man's license doesn't really burn, more like melt. Micheal was donor and didn't have much cash on him but he did wear an expensive suit and a sneer on his face, so Jack doesn't feel all that bad about stealing from the prick.
Once all the useless shit is gone he pockets the wallet and hops up on top of the table where he proceeds to sit cross legged. "So, Jamie." He says, "What house do you want me to break into today?"
The boy thoughtfully dips his fries in ketchup then takes a bite and says, "The Millionaire's Mansion."
Jack blinks, "Millionaire? Whoa, I didn't know you had someone that rich in this town. I don't know if I can get away with that, the really rich dicks usually have high security. I can handle locks and cameras, even snuck around a motion sensor once but..."
Jamie eats his last nugget, tosses his garbage in the trash and replies, "Idk if he's still a millionaire but I know he used to be. It's a pretty fancy place. Let's go scout it out, you can decide whether or not it's robable when we get there."
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Jack gapes, "That's a huge fucking house." The cigarette he'd been smoking falls to the ground, forgotten.
"Mansion." Jamie corrects with a grin.
"Dude," Jack replies, "That's a fucking castle."
"Well, I suppose," says Jamie. "It does have turrets."
"Turrets?" asks Jack.
"The towers." Jamie clarifies.
"There's no way I'm breaking into that." Jack smiles apologetically as he leans against the stone wall bordering the road, "People protect a house this expensive. They've probably got a security alarm hooked up to every window and door, even the third story balcony. Man, they have a fucking third story balcony. The moment I step inside there's gonna be a whole squad of cops headed this way. Unless," he pauses for a second, "If I found an open window I might be able to do it. It might not work though. If it's already past the point when the security alarm would trigger then I could just slip through. As long as they don't have lasers or trip wires I'd be fine."
Jamie laughs, " You take this shit way too seriously. You don't have to. Like really, I don't want you to. I was just fucking with you when I said you should rob it, I wanted to see the look on your face just now. It was priceless, total disbelief and awe."
Jack sighs, "Well that's a lot of stress off my shoulders." He leans down, picks up his discarded cigarette, lights it up again, and takes a puff. He gets a wistful look in his eye, "It would be awesome though, to rob a place like that and not get caught. I bet their silverware is sterling silver."
Jamie yawns and pushes away from the stone fence. "Yeah, probably. Pretty cool right? Anyway, I just wanted to show you the place. It's kinda famous, like neighborhood famous, not actually famous. We can go now." He turns to leave.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jack throws his arm out to block Jamie, cigarette ashes scattering on the road. "We're not done yet. Gotta finish scouting the place first." He pulls his arm back to himself so that he can take another puff of his cigarette and then steps out in front of Jamie so that his body is blocking the way instead.
Jamie's looks baffled, "Finish scouting the place? Jack it was a joke. You said yourself that it's too much of a risk. Besides, the guy who lives there is creepy as fuck. I wouldn't be caught dead in the Pitchner mansion."
Confused, Jack asks, "What do you mean?"
"Kozmotis Pitchner, the guy who owns the place. His daughter died in some sort of freak accident a few years back, they wouldn't release any of the details. He went insane afterward, locked himself up in there. The man's never come out since then, or at least no one's seen him." Jamie fidgets uncomfortably and tries to edge past Jack.
"So what?" Jack replies as he moves to block Jamie's way again, "His daughter died and now he doesn't wanna talk to anyone, what's so creepy about that?" He puffs on his cigarette some more.
"The curtains are always closed." Jamie mumbles "The lights never turn on. That's scary as shit."
After a slight pause, Jack doubles over laughing.
"What's so funny about that?" Jamie scowls, irritated that his creepy story isn't creeping jack out. It sure creeps Jamie out.
"Dude, no one's seen him for years and the lights don't turn on. He's probably dead." Jack chuckles.
Jamie frowns, "He's probably a serial killer."
"No, he's probably dead. Besides, how can he be a serial killer if he never leaves his house?" Jack keeps chuckling. "Ohh i know, I bet he eats innocent little boys who try to rob the place, like me."
"It's not funny Jack" Jamie complains as he edges past Jack and starts walking back in the direction they came..
"Come on man, it's hilarious." Jack counters as he follows after Jamie and jumps in front of him.
Jamie scowls at his way being blocked again. "Can we please just go now?" he begs.
"Nope. I'm gonna find away to break into this place!" Jack exclaims.
"Please don't," Jamie replies agitatedly and shoves Jack out of his way.
"Come on," groans Jacks as he trails behind Jamie, "Rich people pay their security bills but sad people don't, and you just told me that the guy stopped giving a shit about life when his daughter died. Plus he might be dead! It's still stupid but I'll probably never have as good a chance to rob a place like this."
"No!" Jamie all but shouts as he turns around to glare at Jack, "Please, I wanna go home. I'm sorry I ever joked about robbing the stupid mansion. I wish I hadn't brought you here."
Jack, stunned by Jamie's outburst, replies, "Wow, seriously?"
Jamie looks down and kicks a stone off the asphalt.
"Sorry," says Jack, "I didn't realize you were actually scared of the guy. I'll leave it alone, kay? We can go home now, it's getting close to your curfew anyway"
"Thank you," Jamie mumbles. They walk in silence back to Jamie's house, Jack opens his mouth to say something several times but then thinks better of it. When they reach Jamie's house they finally speak, but only to say goodbye and goodnight. After they say their goodbyes the white haired troublemaker heads back to the mansion to look for an open window.