Ski Jumping Imagines II✓

Peter Prevc & Tilen Bartol

Pairing: meh, no one in particular 
Warnings: this is merely based on a book i read back in primary school so all credits go to the original author; gif by someone on tumblr, but I really can't remember ughh (sorry)😅
Word count: 822
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"Anyways, the place that you're going to ... The thing that you're going to climb, isn't it too difficult?"

"No, no, it's a piece of cake. Barely harder than an usual mountain path ..."

The brown-haired guy sounded tired. He was standing by the bus which was parked alone at the bus station. He took off a backpack and put it into a trunk. He didn't have to fold, because the bus was, like the station - empty. He, his colleague, a peer with darker, chestnut hair, and a girl, this one blonde as well, were, as far as it seemed, the only passengers. There was a personal car parked by the bus and two adults who came to walk the youth standing next to it. There was a white-lettered sign above the bus in the parking place number seven on a shabby blue tin board, saying: Kranj-Preddvor ... Kranjska Gora-Planica ... At ten o'clock in the morning, it was already 30°C in a shadow and this one hardly anywhere, especially at the head city bus station, which was as if it has been sleeping through the last hundred years. A jutting roof nowhere to be seen; it could at least block 'the holy ball' as the brunette next to the bus which was at the moment being climbed by the driver, liked to call it names at similar inconveniences.

"... which I've already told you like a thousand times."

" ... because Y/N is going with you as well, Tilen, and if she goes along, then ..."

"Yeah, I know she's going," the brown-haired, Tilen, interrupted him and turned to the colleague who was climbing the bus,

"Pero, I'm sorry that all of this happened."

"It's okay."

"What's okay?" the girl spoke.

"Nothing, nothing ..."

"It's not nothing. Who wanted me to go along, huh? Did I force myself, maybe?"

Tilen was sheepishly shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"I've already said that nothing's wrong."

"If it was my way, I would be chilling at the seaside now" she continued, "if I wasn't doing someone a favor because they wanted someone else to go along, too. And it's not my fault that this 'second person' changed their mind the last moment and went to a holiday cottage. And if anyone is a victim here, that would be me, so stop with this face ..."

"Y/N!" mum said.

"Leave me alone!" she whined and disappeared into the bus.

"Tilen, I'm asking you for real this time," dad was speaking quietly so that Y/N on the bus wouldn't hear him. "This course or whatever it is that you're going to climb ... Isn't it too hard for her?"

"No," he shook his head. "It's true that the wall is high, but it isn't as steep at the place that we're planning to go over. More like grassy, a hundred years old. You know I wouldn't drag her into something serious. She doesn't know shit."

Dad didn't look completely sure as he was fidgeting at the bottom of the stairs, but at that point, the driver started the engine and Tilen disappeared into the inwards.

"Well, have a safe trip," he added, but nobody really heard him. The bus drove away, the parents waved and then sat into the car and disappeared from the station as well.

It was very hot. The sun moved for a centimeter, even more above the roof, under which an air conditioning barely started trying to cool down the air. Y/N headed to the seats in the back.

"One grumpy, the other one mute, this is gonna be a fun trip."

"Because nobody asks me anything."

"One grumpy, the other one doesn't get asked anything ..."

"Pero, sorry for this. It wasn't meant to be this way," Tilen spoke up, chose a seat almost right behind the driver and mumbled something about destiny.

"Is that so?" Y/N said and sang something in a melody of some nursery rhyme, "the destiny is troubling the grumpy one, the other one still doesn't get asked anything ..." and went to the penultimate line.

Peter treaded after her and sat down on a seat on the other side of the bus.

"Other than that I'm Pero," he said, "if we'll already hang out together."

"What about when you're not other than that?"

"Peter. And you're supposedly Y/N if I'm not mistaking."

"Supposedly. Now if you excuse me, Peropeter, I'd like to read a little. So that he," and she emphasized he so that Tilen would be able to hear her, "will be able to remain grumpy and you, Peterpero or whatever, will remain unaddressed."

She pulled a book out of the backpack, flipped through it and turned to the window.

"Is that so?" Peter mumbled under his breath and scratched his head.

They left off in silence if we exclude the radio, the sound of the engine and whirring of the air conditioning.