My Epic Ski Love

Chapter 1: Love at Frost Ski

I was just a small town girl, not really a town though, more of a small city gal, if you please. My parents, non-existent, I was rescued from a basket, floating down the rivers of Puerto Rico. But no one cares about me, a 3'7, blonde, with long legs, and rock hard abs. Everyone always makes fun of me because i'm so short, i'm always like "Guyssss please! Stop!" Anyway, i'm into a lot of super low key singers, like I don't even know if I should name them because you've probably never heard of them. Ugh, I guess I will. Like Harold Styles... But it's whatever, i'm just not into super popular singers, i'm super indie.
This trip, I would go so far as to declare, changed my life. I'll never be the same shy, hip, and down to earth girl I was before. . Let me just start from the beginning.
My boyfriend, at the time, wanted to surprise me one day with a ski trip, I was so frantic because he's never seen me with a lot of layers on. Nevertheless, I accepted the offer. I mean, who was I to stand up to a 7'5 mafia leader. I was so excited, I got to packing right away! Pronto, as the Spaniards say. So I packed just enough for the three month stay, I know what you're thinking, how could a mafia man such as your boyfriend take you on such a short trip? Well, I told him that didn't I want a luxurious trip, I would feel to bad considering all the poverty in the world. So, it's only three months and, get this, only a seven bedroom house with just a couple maids. I know, super low-key and intimate. But that's just how I want it to be since I grew up in a portapotty.
Anyway, we got up to Small Bear after the ten minute flight, I'm in LA at the moment, the Little Apple as we Californians say. When we got settled in, I decided to take a gander around the place, scope out the hot make out zones. The air was frosted so I decided to pretend I was smoking. Just then, irony, I saw this smoking hot man, but he was too far for me to get a better look. I knew what I was feeling was wrong considering my mans was at the cabin doing so much hard work, something about drugs probably, and I was devious enough to be looking astray. I put out my fake cigarette and headed his way.