DISTRACTION \\ Ashton Irwin [completed]

Prologue

Prologue [edited]

December 1st, 2013

I felt my hands clench around my signature ski poles in agitation. In about a minute, I would be taking my last run at Beaver Creek, USA in Giant Slalom. So far, I had placed first in super giant and second in downhill. I was last to run in my category, and Jessica Lindell-Vikarby from Sweden was in first place.  

“If you win this,” I heard my coach, Anthony Kurk, start, but I intervened, “Then you will be the youngest alpine skier to make it to the Olympics, yes I know coach. You’ve only said it a thousand times,” I finished for him, rolling my eyes. 

“Don’t sass me, Miller,” he scolded with a laugh. Anthony had been my coach since I was little and never gave up on me. He was practically my second father. 

“Yeah, yeah,” I laughed while planting my poles as the guy in the booth gave me a look. 

“You beat Lara Gut twice, I know you can beat Jessica once. But no pressure,” he smiled at me, the winkles crinkling by his eyes. I rolled mine and leaned back to push off. Before I did, I looked at him and mouthed a nice “fuck you”.  

With all my might, I pushed off and skated as hard as I could over the snow, trying to pick up my speed. Before I knew it, the first blue was in sight and I leaned towards it, trying to turn early. Since I was the last to go, the course was awfully icy and I had to dig my edges into it to make the turn cleanly. I felt my skis do exactly what I wanted and I quickly pushed out of the turn to make it for my next one. I couldn’t afford to be late on my turns if I wanted to make it to Sochi.  

At one point, I felt my outer ski miss the grove and I lost my balance. Luckily, I remembered what coach had said and I forced myself forward and continued the turn. I stayed upright and managed to get through the course without a scratch. 

At the bottom, I heard the cheers magnify and I knew that I had at least placed. But what place? I looked up on the score board and saw it:  

Sophia Miller- Canada- 2:17.83 

Jessica Lindell-Vikarby- Sweden- 2:17.92 

Mikaela Shiffrin- USA- 2:18.01 

I threw my hands in the air and pumped my fists once I realized that I had barely come in first. But it was still first, so I’m not complaining. 

I popped off my skis and quickly picked them up to take pictures. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face when the flashes went off from the press. Soon enough I was being whisked away by my coach and family.  

“You made it!” my little sister, Kennedy, shouted in my ear. Instead of being mad and shoving her away, I picked her up and swung her around. She let out a little shriek and begged for me to put her down. Instead, I flipped her upside down and handed her to my dad who spun her again. In retaliation, my mom, Mariah, smacked my dad, John, on the arm for his childish behaviour.  

I let out a laugh and turned to my beaming coach. 

“You’re officially on Team Canada’s Alpine Skier list for Sochi 2014. Congratulations.” 

Instead of shaking his hands like he had planned, I pulled him in for a hug. He laughed and patted my back before pulling away. Coach Anthony is definitely not a hugger. 

“Go and get changed; you’re freezing,” Coach said while handing me my new Team Canada jacket that the Olympic official had given him only minutes prior. Somehow, they had managed to know that I was going to make it and my last name was stitched on the left elbow and back.  

I squealed and hugged it to my chest while trying to run through the halls. Trying, being the key word, since I still had my clunky ski boots on. I heard many “congrats” being shouted at me throughout the hallways from different girls who were getting ready to leave as well. I gave them a thanks and waves since I didn’t have much time.  

Once I made it back to my change room, I quickly changed from my red that fades to yellow skin suit and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a random under armour shirt. Then, I pulled my long, blonde hair into a messy bun and slipped on my Uggs. Once I was warm, I began packing my bag. I threw in my skin suit, ski boots, shin pads, goggles, helmet, arm guards, face guards, and my trusty padded gloves. 

After all that was done, I pulled on my new Team Canada coat and walked out the door to meet my family. 

I couldn’t wait to get home and relax. Sadly, I only had four days to rest before I had to go to Lake Louise in Alberta to do more races for the World Cup. After spending three days there, I had five days off before going to Sweden for two days, and then I had to fly to France for six days without a break. Well, I do get a break in France, but I don’t get one between Sweden and France. After France, I had races in Austria, Germany, Croatia, Italy, and Slovenia before Sochi.  

It’s going to be a long winter. But it’s so worth it. 

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So this is the prologue to my first ever 5sos fan fiction. Yes its an Ashton Irwin, and no it is NOT an AU. He is still in 5sos throughout the whole story.

Updates once a week.

Warning: This book wont be really long. Like, im aiming for 20 chapters. It’s going to be posted between now and March 15th. After march 15th, I’ll begin posting my second story in this series. They are not connected, but it would be really awesome if you could read it.

 Dedicated to ThatDamnYankee for the awesome cover :)

Update: i changed the cover and the name of the story (previously C R A S H), but the chapter will still be dedicated to ThatDamnYankee. The cover that she made for me is on the side!

So yeah. Welcome to the first part of “THE SEASON SERIES”.

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