You had lived in your little, quaint house for 4 years. It had a small forest behind it that allegedly had fairies, but it was just a rumor of course.

One day, it was raining. You were about to open the backdoor to check how fast the wind was (You didn't want your flower pots to get tipped over in the rain if the wind was too fast), but when you opened the door a tiny, wet, fairy was in the dirt. They most likely couldn't fly because their wings were wet.

*That day you had brought the tiny fairy in and helped dry them off. They hadn't trusted you at first, but slowly you got to know each other. You learned his name was Jacque and that he was 15. He didn't live in your house, he lived somewhere in the woods (At least thats what he told you), but sometimes he slept at your house when it rained in a little area you had for him.

Currently, you were drawing on a piece of paper on your desk and Jacque was flying around your neck, poking your neck and pulling your earlobe trying to get your attention.