Dear Snowflakes,

Whoa, this Summer heat has been getting to me. I'm so sorry for not writing to you guys sooner. I was recently up in Maine, and I caused a beautiful 56 degrees weather over there one day. But then guess what happened. No wind. No wind at all. So, I was having a good old time, making it cold finally, in this summer heat thank Manny, and all of a sudden, while I'm trying to fly toward the pole, the wind goes in the other direction, and it takes me to a different state down south. So I have absolutely no idea where I am, and it's scorching hot. I look around, and suddenly the heat is getting to me. Beads of sweat are forming on my forehead as I walk, trying to find a place where there's wind. Sweat. It's so hot, I'm sweating. What, what is this? Like, some witch craft or something? I don't sweat! I freeze stuff! Why, why am I sweating all of a sudden? The heat never gets to me where I'm sweating! I think I seriously think the Summer spirit saw me, and just wanted to tease me no thanks to my beautiful completion. *grins*

So I'm walking and flying here and there when the wind picks up, for what seems to be hours, and finally the heat gets to me. And I mean, finally gets to me. I'm thinking I'm going to make it to North's place and have snowcones forever! No. No, you wanna know what really happens? I collapse. I groan, and try to make out my surroundings, and sadly, it's too hard. So I just lay there for I don't know, 5, 10 minutes, and finally wind picks up. I'm thinking, Yes! Off to Jamie's house! So I command the wind to 'take me home', and the breeze just wakes me up completely from the heat. Like seriously, I can't stand summer. This was horrible.

No later than about 15-25 minutes of super fast flying, I finally make it to Jamie's house. Of course where he is, its even hotter than before. So, I'm leaning on my staff, and yell for Jamie. After two or three calls, he casually walks out of his house like it were a frosty day in Winter.

"What's up?" He asks, licking an ice cream cone. I stare at him with my jaw open.

"Uh hello?" I say, gesturing towards myself. "Winter spirit about to die from heat!"

Jamie only laughs, and helps me inside. He wore a red and white t-shit, and some brown shorts. I stare at him, and wonder if I should lose the hoodie when it's Summer. What do you guys think? We soon, quickly make it into his house, and a blast of cold air hits my face. I smile and let out a long, 'Ahhhhh...' as we went up to his room. Just feeling the cold air, made me feel better. Why I was stupid enough just to stay outside for so long, when I could be having snow cones here, I don't know! Jamie sets me on his bed, and the window is slightly open. His fan is n, along with a plug in fan, with the shade of either cream or white. I really couldn't tell at the time. I was fixed on Jamie's ice cream cone.

"Hey Jamie, where'd you get such a nice looking ice cream cone...?" I ask, and lick my lips wanting to feel the coldness touch them.

Jamie chuckled. "I'll make you a bowl." He said, going downstairs and leaving me in his room. I was so happy to finally be in some cold places for once, ya know? Well, I laid down on his bad, and fixed the fan so the cold air was right on me. I started to fan myself with my shirt, and the door open showing Jamie with a bowl of ice cream piled in it. There was vanilla and strawberry scoops, with a metal spoon. Jamie smiles and hands e the bowl of ice cream. I thankfully take it, and start eating it right away. The cold feeling was so refreshing on my tongue, and I ate it happily. That was basically, the highlight of my day.

Jamie finished his ice cream cone, long before I finished the bowl of ice cream. He watched me with a curious expression on his face, and I chuckled.

"What? Never seen anyone eat ice cream before?" I ask stupidly, licking the spoon of any remainders of the ice cream.

"Jack, you took forever to eat that, yet you ate it fast." Jamie said.

"I'm pretty sure you just said the opposite of what you just said." I said, setting the bowl and spoon down. I smile, and lay down on his bed, taking in the cold breeze flowing through his room.

"It's called a oxiemoron." Jamie replied, getting up and taking the bowl. He headed downstairs, probably to put the bowl away. I got up ad followed him.

"What's that?" I ask, and he just shrugged, seeing his parents were in the room. That just makes me mad, and I start to ramble on about how he shouldn't be embarrassed to talk to me. Jamie rolled his eyes, and started to wash the dish, listening to what I have to say. After I finished talking, Jamie smiled and went up to his room. I followed him, slightly mad he still wouldn't talk.

"Jack, you don't understand..." Jamie started. I hushed him, and put a finger to my lips.

"I think you should keep your voice down, I hear footsteps." I mumble, looking at the door. Jamie laughs, and I laugh with him. We shared a few comments, and Jamie apologized for not speaking to me.

"Ya know kiddo," I start, leaning in closer, so I'm speaking just barely about a whisper, and he can still hear me. "I think they only way you're going to make this up to me, is to get me some more ice cream." I wink at him, and Jamie chuckled, before heading downstairs and getting me an ice cream cone. I thank him, and lick it quietly, savoring every taste.

Okay snowflakes, there you have it. I've been stranded in really hot places, and at Jamie's house eating ice cream. That's why I haven't written you guys in a while. Like, a really long while. So sorry, but I hope to keep them coming more often now. See ya.

Jack Frost