Slopestyle Love

Day 1

ToothlessxWolfy © 2014

     I sat up with a wince, wanting to scream. I had just fallen for the umpteenth time and I was starting to ache really bad. Now, don't get me wrong, I knew how to ski, but only the basics. I sure as heck wasn't ready for the fast paced black diamond runs my best friend and boyfriend insisted on doing. I just didn't have that level of expertise and they didn't seem to get that. The fact that they were blatantly flirting with each other probably didn't help matters, and it was making me even more ticked off than I already was.

     After rolling up my pant legs, and inspecting the massive bruises now adorning them, and the way my left ankle seemed to be swelling, I decided to call it quits before I injured myself any further. Looking around, I spotted a slopestyle course with a couple of guys practicing. Since this was my first time here, and my companions had left me behind in the dust, I had absolutely no clue where I was, except that I was at the back end of the resort where the black diamonds were. Standing up slowly, I snapped my skis back on with a grunt, and started to hobble my way towards the group.

     As I neared the group, I realized that they were no ordinary people, but Olympic skier/snowboarder Tristan Mikhail and his coaches. They noticed me approaching and turned to watch.

     "Hey, I was wondering if you-" I started to ask before I was cut off.

     "If I can sign an autograph? God, you fans are crazy!" Tristan snapped.

     "If you had let me finish, you would have found out that I don't want an autograph, nor do I care that you are an Olympic sized arse, but that I was going to ask for directions back to the lodge because I'm lost and cold. Now, since you have so eloquently stated your opinion, I will ask your coaches, who will stop snickering at me!" I whipped my head around to shoot them a glare. I was becoming increasingly irritated. All I wanted was directions and I got this!

     "I am so getting a headache." I muttered to myself.

     Once one of the nice coaches told me to hop on the ski lift that was a few runs down, and that it would take me back to the lodge more or less, with a few stops, I set off on my way, glad to be getting out of here. Unfortunately, a few runs to them meant four really long runs that took up an ungodly amount of space, so it was a longer trek than I anticipated, a half mile to a mile or so. Thankfully, I could see the lift peeking over the tree tops, so I knew I was heading in the right direction.

     After a while of slow progress, my ankle couldn't take the pressure anymore and I had to stop. As I was assessing the damage, who else but Tristan Mikhail showed up. I wanted to strangle whatever god was deciding on making my day more miserable.

     "Please ski past, please ski past, please-" I thought to myself, "ski past."

     "Hey, you're the 'not a crazy fan', right? Whoa, are you ok?" He asked. Holy Mother of God, he was so lucky I was hurting pretty bad or I would have tackled him then and there and proceeded to punch him for continuing to insult me.

     "Yes, I am perfectly fine. Continue skiing on your merry way and leave me alone! Now shoo!" I made a shooing motion with my hands, before bending down and rolling my snow pants back down. Of course, being a boy, he ignored me. Idiot.

     "Actually, I came looking for you." My head snapped up.

     "Say what? Why the heck would you do that? Are you somewhat insane? Did you or did you not get that I dissed you, and yet you still came anyways? I'm not sorry about that by the way, you deserved it." Tristan had an amused smirk on his face that was annoying me.

     "Are you done ranting yet?"

    "Yes." I replied primly. I was sooo not done.

     "First off," He started, looking a little sheepish. "I came to make sure you got back to the lodge ok - which you haven't - since I noticed you were limping a little bit. Second, my coaches scolded me for the way I acted, and-" Here he threw me a glare, but I could tell it was half-hearted. "lastly, you distracted me enough that I stopped halfway through my run to come after you." The last part was almost a mumble.