Best friends

15

—¡JC move!— she yelled from far with her skiing gear on. Everyone had decided to go skiing on Christmas morning. They were up by the mountain coming down. Gigi was up their with Britney while the rest were on the bottom talking. He had heard her from far as she came down the mountain.

He quickly moved out of her way, trying not to get her hurt. Little did he know, she was loosing her balance and went towards his way. All they heard was a loud smash of both bodies. Jc didn't have his mask covering or protecting him.

—Oh shit—Chris yelled scared. With everything they had and the big impact, Gigi's gear smacked Jc in the face. Making him bleed from his nose, it was going to leave a bruise for sure.

—Ouch—was all he said touching his nose. His hands were covered with blood. Gigi was laying on the snow still trying to bring herself back to reality. The impact had knocked her down out for a split second.

—Babe ¿are you okay?—she ran to him scared, after realizing who she had hit.—Yeah I think so—he answered rubbing the back of his head wincing from the pain.

—shit, you're bleeding. I'm so sorry—she panicked. —I moved out of your way and you still managed to want to kill me—he laughed, regretting it quickly.

—Never been a good skier. Come on. Let me take you inside to clean you up.— she grabbed his hand leading him inside the cabin. Leaving the rest still shocked by what they had witnessed.

—¿It is bad?—he asked scared. She looked at him with a blank expression for a little while not saying anything. She didn't know wether to lie or not. —I think...you look wonderful always?—

—It is bad.—

They walked inside the house. Where his mom was the first person to see him. Her eyes widened up as she saw her son covered in blood. Feeling how her soul left her body. —¡Jc! ¿What happened?— she ran towards them worried.

—It was a accident. Gigi is going to help me clean up. I'm fine though—

—Oh lord. Jc...—Was all she said, watching them leave not letting her continue the conversation. They went up the stairs to the restroom where she would help him clean up his injury.

—The aid kit is here. Sit down—she told him. He followed her order and sat down on the stool in the restroom. She opened up the box and pulled out alcohol, wipes, and cream for bruises and cuts.

She looked down and cleaned the blood off his skin. She carefully passed the soft cotton all over the masacre. Trying not to hurt him more than she already did. As much as she tried to be careful he still winced by it.

—I'm so sorry Jc.—she apologized shyly to him. He smiled from how adorable she sounded. She didn't mean harm, and he knew it.

—Don't worry. Accidents happen all the time.—

—I really did it this time. I could've broken my boyfriend—she joked.—Yeah...oh—he faked whined —I'm going to be in bed for a long time. I'm gonna need your sweet kisses as a remedy.—

—You're dumb—she rolled her eyes. Adding alcohol in a wipe. She carefully passed it throughout his wounds. She felt his body tense up by it. He placed his hand on her torso since he couldn't hold her hand. Little by little he got use to the pain, relaxing his body.

—I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm almost done—she promised him with a peaceful voice and he believed her. She added some cold cream on his nose and covered up a small cut on his left cheek.

—You look great—she busted out in laughter. He got up from the stool and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like he got beat up, jumped even. He hugged her either way.