DISTRACTION \\ Ashton Irwin [completed]

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Chapter 2 [edited]

February 4th, 2014

I scanned my beautiful surroundings to try to find a trail to go on. My eyes landed on a perfectly groomed blue square trail so I quickly turned my skis that way. My knees dipped each way as I lazily carved my way across the trail and let my mind go free. Stress-free. 

As I approached a split in the trail, I heard a ‘manly’ scream come from the black diamond ones. I looked on the sign and saw the little symbol stating that it was a run with moguls. Of course, a newbie just had to go down the wrong trail.  

I loved moguls. Many people were terrified of them because they’re really easy to screw up. But if you knew where to bend and extend your knees, anyone can do them easily.  

I quickly made my way down the trail and saw a guy in a black snow pants and a red coat sprawled out on the ground. I picked up his ski that was three quarters down the trail and grabbed the pole as well. His other ski was still hooked on his ski boot, and the other pole was still strapped around his wrist. He let out a groan of pain as I approached since his right leg was tucked underneath his body, pulling his muscle. 

“Do you think you’ve broken anything?” I asked him as I stopped next to his body. He shook his head and I took his outstretched hand a sign to be helped up. I quickly grasped it and yanked him up, nearly making his fall face first. Suppressing a giggle, I laid his other ski down for him to stop in. He stomped his foot in but let out a groan as it came in contact with the ski.  

“Are you alright?” I asked with concern. “Do you need me to call ski patrol?” I continued, getting ready to take my phone out. 

“No, no, I’m good. I’ll be fine. Do you know how to get back to the hotel?” he asked with a pained expression on his face. Rolling my eyes, I started off, with him slowly fallowing behind me.  

“Really? You’re doing the pizza?” I asked with a scoff as he slowly made his way down the now green trail towards the hotel. 

“Sorry I don’t know how to ski,” he snapped. 

“Meow. Someone didn’t get out of the right side of the bed today,” I retaliated.  

He smirked, “No, actually I got out on the left side.” 

“Wow, that was probably the lamest joke ever,” I giggled. 

“You like corny jokes?” he asked, noticing my slight smile. I nodded my head and he grinned. 

“Ashton,” he said, holding out his hand to shake at the bottom of the hill in front of his hotel. 

“Sophia,” I grinned, shaking it. As he popped off his ski, he let out another groan. 

“Do you need some help returning the skis and getting to your room?” I asked him. He was about to shake his head but as he let his foot came in contact with the snow, it turned into a nod. I quickly popped off my skis, placed them in rack, and helped Ashton put his skis together. He grabbed his poles and together we walked into the rental shop to return it.  

Ashton quickly led to me the elevator and hit the number 7, the top floor. There was an awkward silence on the way up, and the elevator music only made it worse. 

“So where are you from, then?” Ashton asked as we passed floor number 3. 

“Canada. You?” I replied. 

“Australia,” he said. I grinned, “That’s where the accents from,”  

“Yeah, I have it the heaviest out of my friends,” he explained. His accent was cute, I thought.