Slopestyle Love

Day 2

ToothlessxWolfy © 2014

I woke up and stretched, double checking the clock to make sure I was not late. I wasn't. It was around 7:15, leaving enough time to grab breakfast and get ready before Tristan came. I grabbed a pair of comfy sweat pants, t-shirt and Tristan's hoodie and headed to the bathroom to get ready. I threw my hair up into a braided messy bun, and washed my face and brushed my teeth before grabbing my crutches and snow stuff and making my way downstairs to grab breakfast with Tristan.

I found him eating a bowl of cereal by the fireplace, with a waffle and caramel syrup sitting across from him. I shuffled over, set my stuff down, gave him a quick one armed hug as thanks and sat down. I propped my leg up and dived in. I moaned. It was that good. Tristan just watched with a smug smile, knowing it was exactly what I liked. He had figured out my fondness for sweets as I had a stash of them on the night stand that I kept eating during the first half of the movie before I fell asleep. He had tried taking one, but I had swatted his hand away. No one took my sweets.

"I take it you like it?" He questioned cockily. I just gave him a look. He held up his hands. "Shouldn't have asked. You done?"

Another look. I really wasn't a morning person. "Got it. Let's go."

He helped me put on my pants and boots, but that was as far as I let it go. I was fully capable of utilizing my arms to put on a coat, hat and gloves. I loved my hat, it was a furry wolf face shaped one with ears and a snout too. Judging by the look on Tristan's face, he thought it was hilarious.

"If you insult the hat, I will castrate you with a poisonous dull spoon." I threatened. Needless to say, he didn't utter anything more, as he knew I would do it. I took off for the door, where Tristan scooped me up, crutches and all, and made his way to the lifts, despite threats against his manhood. I refused to talk or look at him throughout the ride. The snowmobile was there waiting when the last lift dropped us off. I looked at it apprehensively. I wasn't sure about riding it with my legs the way they were. Tristan just plunked me down on it and took off before I had the chance to escape. Curse the bugger.

After we made it to the course, Tristan settled me inside the little shack. There was a overstuffed couch in one corner, with a fireplace directly in front. Closer to the door was a coffee/hot cocoa machine and a vending machine with a table and chairs. Other than rugs on the floor, it was quite sparse, but not uncomfortable.

"You'll be ok in here? It's not too cold?" Tristan asked, concerned.

"Yes, I'll be fine. The fire is more than enough. Plus, I'll be too busy watching you to notice." I smiled at him and shrugged off my coat, snow pants, boots and gloves, but left the hat on.

"I see that you're wearing my hoodie." Tristan stated.

"Yup. I'm afraid that you might have to get a new one. I really don't want to give it back. It's so comfy, plus I love the sherpa lining. It's mine." Tristan just sighed and shook his head.

"I should have seen this coming. You can have it." He sighed, but gave me a small smile. I gaped at him. He had to know I wasn't serious, though a teeny tiny bit was.

"Dude, you do know that I would never take something like that from someone. I was teasing. Although, I do plan on claiming it for the rest of the day. You're more serious aren't you?" I poked him. "You need more exposure to joking and sarcasm, although I did provide a lot yesterday." I stated thoughtfully. "You're not completely humorless. We'll have to work on that. Now shoo. You have to go or you'll be late." I looked at him, before impulsively going to hug him. I pulled away, cheeks burning.