Corl's Christmas Crush

Part 1: Breakfast Surprise

"Hurry up, you're going to miss breakfast if you keep dilly-dallying around in there!" my mother shrieked from the other side of the bathroom door.

"This level of perfection doesn't happen in an instant, MOM!" I shouted back, trying to put the finishing touch on my hairs.

It's Christmas break and my family is vacationing on Christmas Mountain- a gorgeous mountain in Canada. It's become a tradition to come up to the mountain and stay at the lodge for the holidays. I like it, for the most part, but there's only so much to do. By day 7 I'm usually missing my friends back in Iowa.

I finish throwing my look together and hurry down to the lobby of the lodge. There they are, my family, standing in line for the buffet. My dad, Festus, and my mom, Mary Sue, lead my brother through the now dwindling line.

"Here honey, get in line behind your brother," my mother says. My brother, Fetus Jr, is standing behind them, slumped over, playing his Game Boy Color™.

"HEY, NO CUTTING!" I heard. As I turn around I'm struck with the most life changing visage. There he was- standing there with his friends. I knew his face instantly. His beautiful long dark hair, his careless smirk, his over-sized wearable sleeping bag, and don't get me started on his eyes. It was Corl- one of my favorite internet people. I watch all of his videos. With him were the rest of them: Sub, Sketch, Alex, and Denis. Is this really happening?

"ShoOot. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I blurted out in embarrassment. I could feel my face turning bright red.

"No worries there bub!" he said "Go ahead. We're almost to the foods anyway."

I had to play it cool. I didn't want them to know I was a massive fan. My heart wouldn't calm itself. I tried not to stare as we went through the buffet gathering our harvestables. Everyone got a pretty well-rounded meal except Alex and Braden (Oh by the way 'Braden' is Corl's real name. You see, Corl is his online name). Corl had a plate of just bacon. Like there had to be at least 60 pieces of the stuff. Alex, on the other had, had filled three plates- some of which was very questionable looking. Sketch, Denis, and Sub trailed behind with their trays.

"Is this your first time here? Or are you a veteran up here on this mountain?" Corl asked me as he slid some bacon in to the pockets of his sleeping bag.

"Uhhhh, no, well, my family and I come here every Christmastime."

"Well whats the skinny, huh? Me and my PALS had to get away from the daily grind so we decided to come here. BUT we didn't really consider what we'd do once we got here. What do you usually do?"

"I- I've been learning to ski and I like the shoppi-"

"SKIING!!! Guys we've GOTTA go skiing!" Corl enthusiastically shouted at the guys whomst nodded in agreement. Corl turned back to me and asked "Who are you learning to ski from? Do you think they could squeeze in 5 goofy dudes?"

"I- I guess? You should go ask at the front desk. The first lesson is at Noon so you should have some time." I responded as we finished going through the buffet line.

"Thanks so much," he said, gently nudging me on the shoulder with his fist. "Maybe we'll see you out there."

With a wink, he rejoined his friends at their table. The redness of my face had subsided and had now settle on my cheeks. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I stood there for a few moments, bacon grease on my shoulder, until my mother motioned me over to our table.