Step Brother - A Cameron Dallas Fanfic

Skiing

I dug to China through Triston's bag to find his winter clothes.
"Triston, why did you pack rocks in your suitcase?" I shoved a handful of pebbles in the palms of my hands under his nose.
"There was still space in my bag, so I filled up the holes with rocks." He twisted his fingers around and rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet.
"Don't do that again, crazy child." I sarcastically scolded.
I handed my little brother his snow pants and jacket. Once he climbed into them, I yanked a pair of gloves over his cold hands to make sure they stay on tight. Triston slipped on a bright orange hat and thick black boots.
"Here," I flipped the lid off of a tube of Chapstick. "put this on so you're lips don't get dry." I commanded. I lathered on a layer when Triston finished.
"Hello?" Someone lightly knocked on our door.
"Hey." I creaked open the door.
"Make sure you're getting ready to go," my mother said as she peered inside. "We're leaving at 10, okay?"
"I'm about to get dressed. Triston just got everything on." I told her.
She nodded then headed out.
I wore a gray North Face jacket, white ear muffs, black gloves, dark gray snow pants, and black boots. I rolled on another layer of Chapstick, and did the same for Triston.
I decided to pull my hair into a high ponytail, and had on no makeup.
"Let's go to the lobby, bud." I veered him to the elevator.
"Hey, guys." Everyone greeted us by the front desk. "Ready to go?"
"Yup." I replied.
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It took about 15 minutes to get to Perfect North Slopes.
"Holy crap," I gasped. There were gigantic hills covered with snow, ski lifts, and hundreds of people flying down them.
When we bought our tickets, they used lime green zip ties and a tag, then wrapped it around the zippers on our coats.
Next, we had to try on ski boots, which literally feels like I'm walking around in a cast.
"What size are your shoes?" a pudgy lady asked behind the counter.
"6," I replied softly.
︎Cam came up to the counter and blurted, "11," and smiled.
"Let's go. My mom and your dad will watch Triston for now." I told Cameron. He nodded his head a snatched up a pair of ski poles.
I slid out of the cabin with my boots on, carrying my ski poles and skis. I plopped down onto a wooden ledge that led off into the snow and attached my boots and skis together.
"I can't even balance right." I laughed as I attempted to stand up. Cameron knew what he was doing. I think.
"Let's go down the green hill," he said. I agreed.
The ski lifts are painted different colors to show what difficulty level they are. Green is for beginners, blue is for average, and orange is for advanced.
"My arms are giving out already," I laughed half way to the lift.
"Me too," ︎Cam laughed as we proceeded.
"When you cross the line, let the seat hit your legs then sit down." An older man commanded. I glanced at his name tag. Dean. He looked like a Dean.
Cameron and I managed to sit down. The ski lift traveled smoothly through the crisp air. We glided over other skiers, which swooped down the hill below our feet.
︎Cam and I scooted off of the large contraption and stared blankly at the hill.
"Have mercy," he whispered.
"I know, this hill is huge." I bit my lip.
"No, not only that, I mean, you look gorgeous, Em." He kissed my cheek and I felt the blood rush through my face.
"I love you," I said under my breath.
"I love you too." He just smiled.
Adrenaline flooded my veins, building up the excitement in my mind.
"I'm gonna beat you," I smirked and charged forward. Although I was cold and I'd never gone skiing before, I didn't fall. I just tried to do what I saw on the Olympics. I took a sharp turn at the bottom of the hill and jerked to a stop. Cam dashed in behind me.
"I knew I'd win," I laughed.
"You got a head start." He gave I small smile as we continued going down the same hill.
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"Now that I'm warmed up, let's race again." Cameron itched his collarbone and stared down the hill.
"Ready, set, go!" He hollered. I shoved my ski poles into the ground with all my might and leaned forward. Cameron was barely ahead of me when a younger boy flew out in front of him. ︎Cam toppled over the kid and launched himself 4 feet off the ground. He smacked the ground with a yelp. I skidded to a stop and clicked off my skis. I climbed up and say by him.
"Are you okay?" I gasped.
"I think I twisted my ankle, but not too badly." He began to sit up. He winced.
"Help!" I yelled. "Help!"
A young man stopped and looked at Cameron.
"Want me to get employees to get him down on a sled?" He tilted his head.
"That would be great. Thank you!" I shouted as he launched back down the hill.
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10 minutes later, Cameron was sat on a sled and brought into a medical room.
"He's definitely got a nasty sprain, but if he stays on crutches for 3 weeks or so with a brace on, he'll be okay." A woman clothed in what looked like white plastic claimed.
"You'll be fine." I whisper to him.
Cameron smiled and said, "I know."
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Sorry I haven't put up anything for a while. I've been busy with school work :/ sorry for the short chapter too, oops