#Frolu

Frost walked into the coffee shop, the new one on across the street from the school. He stood outside before going in, and caught a glimpse of his reflection. Frost sighed and looked down, pulling up his the zipper on his jacket. The damn thing was nearly two and a half years old, given to him on his 14th birthday by his grandmother, just before her passing in September. Tears swelled in his eyes, and he blinked quickly to make them go away, and flashes of the times he and his grandmother had spent together flashed across his mind. Looking up, Frost breathed out deep and pushed the door open the air conditioning pushing against his face. The room was quiet, cool and somewhat disturbing. Frost had always grown up with people staring at him or whispering about him, and what he looked like he didn't think that this was going to happen. Paranoia set in quick, Frost withered in the dark burlap chair and kept looking over his shoulder. His name was called up over the soft mutter of voices by a jet black haired kid. Startling blue eyes traced him as he causally walked up to the counter and grabbed his drink from the boy. He didn't realize the kid said anything until he was about to turn to leave but then he felt a hand on his arm. Shivers shot through his spine and into his fingers, almost making him drop his hot chocolate. Frost looked back with piercing gold eyes, and was met with the warmth of Blu's blue ones.

“That's a unique name, mind if I ask why you got it?” Blu muttered, almost inaudible. Frost just pointed up to his hair and turned to leave, not sure if this was a trick to make fun of him. The kid tried to hide back a smile but failed, and Frost lost all interest in the conversation. Blu, instead of giving up, shouted to his manager exclaiming that he was taking his lunch break early. Not bothering to use the door in the back, he hopped over the counter in one graceful motion. Landing next to Frost, Blu held out his hand for a hand shake but Frost just stared at it, and eventually his gaze made it all the way up to his eyes. The blue was a bright, almost ice-like blue with edges of dark blue around them. Caught off guard by the sheer sight of his eyes, Frost blinked and looked down and away. A man in a dark green coat with a yellow umbrella came charging into the shop and tripped over the leg of a chair. Waving his arms for balance, the yellow umbrella smacked straight into Frost's cup knocking the cup of hot chocolate all over his jacket. Looking down, pictures of his grandmother flashed back across his mind and the tears welled back up. Dropping what was left of his drink, Frost stalked off to the bathroom, the pain of the hot liquid encouraging his quickness.

The door to the bathroom was red, and stood out against the pale yellow walls of the building. He pushed it in and ordered the person inside out, who had just finished drying off his hands. With a grumble and an evil look at Frost, the man left in a hurry, allowing Frost some privacy for the time being. A sharp sting of pain reminded him that he was still wearing burning hot chocolate. Unzipping his jacket, Frost could see the dark brown stain had soaked through to his bright white shirt. Gritting his teeth, Frost grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Just as his shirt hit the floor, the door opened and the kid from earlier was in the frame. Frost couldn't imagine why he was in here, unless it was to steal his shirt. Placing a firm foot on the white tshirt, he spoke in a low, matured voice
“What do you want?” was all that escaped Frost's lips.
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I'm Blu by the way.” Blu said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Frost looked the kid up and down, and he could feel those dark unwanted stirrings within his chest and gut. Breathing deep through his nose, Frost turned around.
“I'm fine, you should get back to work, I don't want you to get fired on my behalf...” Frost glanced up at Blu in the reflection of the mirror waiting to see his reaction. Blu smiled, and moved closer, reaching up to the top of the door frame and sliding in a steel bar no bigger than a pen.
“That should give us some more privacy, if you are gonna strip any father, you don't want some perv coming in here or anything, now let me see... I've worked with burns before” Blu had managed to walk his way up to Frost's side. With a soft, gentle touch, Blu ran a pale long finger down his side, and goose bumps rushed across Frost's skin. Blu looked up at Frost, his eyes changing from the bright ice-like blue from earlier to a bluish stone color. It started at the edges, and the color seemed to be alive, moving like snakes towards the center, until ever corner of his eyes was the same, stone blue color. The action had happened so fast, that Frost thought he had imagined the switch of colors, but they were definitely a different color now. Blu examined Frost's body, his finger stood out against his pale skin as he traced the curves of his defined obliques and into the crevice of his abs. Frost shivered again at his touch, craving more, causing the feelings inside to react like a raging monster.
“Are you sure you are ok? This looks like it might need something over it, but you should be fine either way...” Blu said gazing back up at Frost. Frost wasn't paying attention, he had slipped off into the mirror admiring how their two figures seemed to flow in perfect union and how they balanced each other out. Blu tilted his head sideways, and spoke softly but kindly
“You know, you never actually answered my question. Why is your name frost?” Frost's eyes traced the outline of Blu in the mirror. He was a good two inches short than him, which place him about 6 feet tall. He was paler than Frost, but had freckles all over him. They littered his arms and his face bridging across his nose and surrounding his eyes. His eyes seemed so bright, even being a dark gray/blue color they were definitely his most prominent feature. He had a soft slim build like a swimmers, but if Frost concentrated enough, he could see the tensing and releasing of muscles in his back as he breathed. The jet black hair was just the perfect touch, making his features seem striking and noticeable. Frost would bet his lunch money, that he had a strikingly hot girlfriend, and several hundred friends, the things that Frost could never see for himself. Shifting his gaze over to his own body, Frost could definitely tell that he was some type of athlete, his body toned and muscled, covered in a tan skin tone.  He focused on his arms, could see the beginnings and endings of the muscles in his arms, and he had quite the definition to his chest. However, unlike Blu there seemed to be nothing attractive about Frost. He could looked from his slight “v-line” to his abs. They weren't rock hard like he wished them to be, but more of a soft feel to them, but you could still tell they were there. His obliques and pecks had definition that most guys wanted, but Frost just didn't like it. His collar bones seemed to be pure muscle, yet somehow he had still kept a slim, toned figure. Blinking before he got to his face, Frost was the most disturbed whenever he saw it. His gold hazel eyes looked back at him in the reflection. His face was constructed of a strong jaw line and defined cheek bones that just made his eyes pop even more. Frost didn't want to look up any farther, already wishing a million times that his natural stark white hair would change into a prettier color.
“My parents must have thought it'd be a classic joke, name the kid with natural stark white hair after Jack Frost. Well we already had a Jack... yeah they had named the dog Jack, and left me with Frost. So that's why my name is frost... how about you? What about your unique name?” Frost looked over at Blu, his liquid gold eyes studying his face.

Frost got anxious when Blu smiled, and felt like he was gonna have to bolt for the door any minute.
“My eyes change shades of blue depending on my mood. It has to do with the chemicals you produce when you feel certain ways, you know how everyone says dogs can smell your fear? Well it true, partly at least. When you get scared, or have any reaction, you secrete a smell made of certain chemical reactions. I'm not sure if dogs can pick it up, but I wouldn't be surprised. Anyways, the pigments in my eyes that cause the color, react to the chemical smell, and change as to adapt to the environment around them... So my Parents named me Blu. To make me the laughing stock of my mutant eyes...” Blu looked down and away. Frost felt a sudden sadness and emptiness begin to build inside of his chest.
“Well you should get back to work, I don't want you to lose your job. Who else would know how to make me my hot chocolate the way I like?” Frost mumbled. He looked over at Blu one last time, before bending over to pick his ruined white tshirt. Blu grabbed his arm with an iron grip.
“Why don't you take my shirt? It's the least I can do, since we aren't allowed to give refunds.” and before Frost could protest, Blu had the hem of his shirt almost over his head. Frost's words caught in his through, he could see Blu's tattoo for the first time. Frost was amazed, the Celtic knot was beautifully done, constantly flowing from one color of the rainbow to the next, never seeming to miss a color.
“Blu, your tattoo, what's it for?” Frost asked, stepping closer. He placed a shaking hand on Blu's back, feeling his skin crawl with shivers. Using one finger, Frost traced the knot once, and then looked at Blu in the mirror. He again was struck by the perfect opposites they were. Blu's throat swallowed down a gulp, and looked at Frost in the mirror.
“Maybe one day I will tell you... but for now, I have to get back to work” was all Blu managed to say, before he was out of the door and had it closed behind him. Frost looked down at his hands, and Blu's
shirt was there.

Frost's vision became double exposed. The image of the bathroom, overlapped that of the check out counter. He sighed and blinked away the daydream feeling an unwelcome slight strain in his pants. Looking up he noticed Blu still looking at him. Although the kid never introduced himself to Frost, he knew who he was, almost everyone knew the strange new kid who showed up.
“Huh?” frost mumbled under his breath when his eyes found Blu's quizzical face.
“That's a unique name, mind if I ask why you got it?” Blu uttered even quieter than the first time, his cheeks turning a little bit red. The last thing that Frost wanted, was an attractive guy digging into his life, but it was better than being alone.
“Naturally born with the white hair, my parents thought it'd be a great joke... it's Blu right? I mean that's what everyone calls you at school at least.” Frost said, adverting his eyes to anything else in the room, the man with a yellow umbrella, the popcorn styled ceiling, or the red color of the bathroom door. Blu flashed a grin and his eyes looked Frost from top to bottom twice, before he answered.
“My eyes change shades of blue according to my mood, so my parents named me Blu because I have mutant eyes...” The grin spread to Blu's eyes, making them twinkle and crows feet to sprout from the edges. Clearing his throat, Frost started to turn to leave when Blu caught his arm. Frost's skin began to crawl and the hair on his arms stood up straight.
“See you at school? Don't we have Chemistry together, I could seriously use some help with that” Blu said as Frost looked back over his shoulder, and his face flushed. Turning away, Frost walked out of the coffee shop into the summer air, and the wind smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, but in that moment Frost couldn't remember why he had even bought coffee on such a warm day.