I woke up, and saw only the moon. He lifted me up in the air, in a moonbeam. I scowled up at him. "What do you want?"

June Summers

The words echoed in my skull, bouncing around and giving me a headache. "Oh, shut up!" I yelled irritably, folding my arms. I was dropped abruptly on my bum. "Gee, thanks, I really appreciate this, buddy!" I shook my fist at the sky. No answer. "Oh, the silent treatment, eh? Two can play at that game!" I refused to even look at the moon from that day on.

I got up and explored my surroundings. I picked up what seemed to either be a staff or a fire poker, because it was wooden, almost 6 feet tall, and covered in burns. It was perfectly straight. I rubbed at it and the burns got worse.

I was shuffling through ashes, the burnt remains of a house in the middle of a forest. I shrugged it off. But it was winter, and the snow was draining me. I was so, so cold. It just needed to be warm again, and I would be alright. In a flash of light, all of the snow in the clearing was gone, replaced by scorched and blackened grass, and the temperature was that of summer, hot, but not humid. I grinned in delight. "Perfect!"

I leaped and twirled like a ballerina. I spotted something moving in the debris, but it was just my reflection in a half-melted mirror. I strolled over, kicking up ash and letting it settle on my body like a second skin. I looked at my reflection and almost toppled over.

I had fiery red hair in a boy's haircut, hanging into my eyes shaggily and sticking up all over the place. I ran my hand though it and it was super soft. My eyes were a startling color, a deep red, flickering with flames. My skin was so flushed, it looked feverish, but I felt normal. I had a thin face, and a thin, angular body, one that could be mistaken for an underfed boy's body, but I knew I was a girl. The moon had called me June, a girl's name, and I certainly didn't seem like a boy. Please, I knew my own gender. I had on a baggy red t-shirt and black cargo pants. The shirt had a glass case graphic on it, two sticks with marshmallows on them inside, and a label reading, "In case of campfire, break glass!" I laughed a little at the saying. I had on a large red zip-up hoodie over my outfit, also baggy. None of my clothes seemed to fit right, they all seemed like boy clothing.

I sighed and picked up the mirror for a closer look at myself, when it hissed and melted in my hands, pooling at my feet, which were bare. I jumped back in shock and almost looked at the moon before remembering I was ignoring it.

"Hey!" A deep voice yelled. "I just made it snow here not three hours ago-" a boy came flying out of the trees and stopped dead.

And I mean, literally flying, in the air. Then he just stopped and hovered there. I stood and stared at him in shock, surprised, my eyebrows raised and my hands still half up from the mirror incident.

"Who're you?" He asked, flying closer.

I stumbled back a little, melting the almost solidified mirror again. "Look, dude, I don't know who you are, or why you can fly, but I do know I'm not just telling everyone my name. What's yours?"

"Jack Frost."

"I guess that's cool. My name's-" I froze, remembering what the moon said. June Summers. But what if I was supposed to tell him I was a boy? A part of me said that was exactly what the moon wanted, and the safest option. I would just change it up a little, similar, but not too similar. "John. John Summers. But I prefer Summers, or something along the lines of that." My voice sounded deep, gruff, and really hoarse and scratchy, like I smoked or had eaten ashes or something. It sounded less feminine than before.

"Okay, Summers, what are you doing out here?"

"Um, I just woke up."

"Wait, you can see me? And hear me?"

"Yeah. A voice told me my name, then disappeared."

"Oh, you must be a new spirit then. Spirit are immortals who don't protect anything in children, just a season or a special occasion or holiday. Not a Guardian."

"What's a Guardian?"

"Oh, right, you're new. Well, my protégée, a Guardian is a protector of childhood, but some are just really big grumps." He slung an arm over my shoulders and we started walking. I hoped Jack knew where we were going, since I was totally lost. I rolled up my sleeves and stuck my hands in my pockets.

His hand brushed up against my bare arm and we both howled in pain. "Yeeowch, dude, you are colder than dry ice!"

"And you're hotter than boiling water!"

"Why thank you, I always knew I was attractive."

Jack shoved me off balance. "Quit it! I meant temperature-wise, smart ass. You're a living oven."

"That hurts, man." I pretended to be wounded, with hurt feelings. "That hurts." We came to a fence and I put my staff over the back of my neck, holding it on both sides. I hopped over it lightly, about eight feet high, and I landed on the ground silently.

Jack jumped over next to me. "I didn't know you could fly."

"I didn't either. That's cool, though." I thought a little about going up and I flew hundred of feet above the ground. I laughed and flipped around before the hot winds surrounding me hit a cold patch and I fell. I freaked out and instinctively knew what to do. I saw Jack flying next to me, and prepared for impact. I tucked into a ball and rolled hard, popping up into a standing position on my bare feet, still holding my staff. I decided to call it that. I looked down at the ground and blinked. There were patches of burned grass in the shape of footprints trailing back to the burned house, leading up to where I was. My stomach dropped.

Those were from me.

That explained the wishing for warm in the clearing, melting the mirror, burning Jack.

Speaking of Jack, he landed on the ground next to me and I punched his shoulder.

"Ow! Dude, what was that for?"

"That was for making me fall."

"How did I make you fall?" He adopted a defensive stance. "I was nowhere near you!"

"No, you were flying nearby, and when I hit one of your pockets of cold air, I fell! I fly on warm air currents, dumbass! Spirit of summer, duh." I crossed my arms, glaring at him.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I've been leaving burning footprints everywhere, I melted all the snow in that clearing, I burned you, all the red! I melted a mirror! My name is Summers!" I resisted the temptation to add on Are you really that oblivious?

"Well, I'm so sorry for accidentally making you fall! Happy now?"

"Yes." I uncrossed my arms and tried to fly, again going much higher than I intended. I moved my staff down, and I floated downwards. I zipped along, Jack hot -or cold- on my heels. I dropped out of the air and crash-landed in a snowdrift, burying myself in snow before it hissed and sizzled, melting and evaporating where it touched me. I stood up, shaking myself off like a dog. Jack laughed and I punched him again.

"Jeez, anger issues much?"

"I have violent tendencies," I replied, staring at the store I landed in front of.

A shoe store.

Perfect.

I grabbed Jack's wrist and dragged him inside. Someone walked through him, but they bumped into me, almost knocking me over. I flipped my hood up and kept navigating the store, finally reaching the back wall of shoes, where they had the good brands, like Puma and Nike.

I walked over to the back wall, contemplating which pair of shoes to steal. I was already leaving burnt imprints in the floor, I had to choose fast. I picked a pair of black and red Osiris brand sneakers and put them on, stealing a pair of socks too. I instinctively reached up under my hood to my hair, and found a bobby pin. I picked off the little no-go tag thing that you usually need a special tool to get it off. I shoved the pin back in my hair and felt something else. It grabbed it and pulled it out.

It was a lockpick kit.

"Cool," I whispered.

I put the set in a pocket of my cargo pants and pulled on the shoes and socks, melting off the plastic things that held on the paper tags. I walked out of the store silently, trying not to attract any attention.

When we got back outside, it was Jack's turn to hit me. "Ow!"

"That was for dragging me into a shoe store!"

"Why don't you get your own pair then?"

"I hate shoes! Hate them!"

"Well, I can't exactly go around burning up the ground and melting asphalt wherever I go. Your ice just melts at some point, but burnt grass takes a while to grow back. I'm not a huge shoe fan either, but if I have to wear shoes, they might as well be awesome." I gestured to my feet. "I'm rocking these, your argument is invalid."

"...Let's just get out of here."

I jumped and the wind caught me. I sent a hot burst of wind right in from of him and he flew into it, blown high up in the air. Heat rises, after all.

"You are so gonna get it, Summers!" Jack yelled as he shot towards me.

I laughed, pressing my arms close to me, speeding off like a rocket. I could tell, this would be the start of a beautiful friendship.

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