Lads, I am so sorry for the delay, work was just crazy and I kinda wasn't in the right mood. So Sorry! Enjoy!
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13. December
>This is ridiculous...I'll kill them!<
>All of them? Seems like a lot of work and cleaning in the aftermath<
>don't care. It's worth it<
Torstein couldn't help but to snicker. He was in the riders tent and waited patiently until it was his turn for his second run of the Beckenbridge Dew Tour. His first run was....ok.
There was a lot of room for improvement though. He still had some tricks in his pocket, which he learned during the off season, so the game was not over yet.
While he readjusted his goggles, someone clapped him on the shoulder. When he looked up, Per was standing beside him.
"You all right?", his Coach asked suspiciously.
Torstein smiled and showed him his thumps up.
"You seem a bit unfocused - it's not your usual style, to be sloppy on the rail section. Try to keep your head in the game!"
" 'course", he answered and tried to smile reassuringly.
His phone buzzed.
>you don't wanna know, what I just found in the fridge...<
Attached to the message was a photo of a box with something, that looked like a fried salmon, which must have been at least two or three weeks old.
>You're right. Just kill them<, he answered, while he put on his jacket, since Per motioned for him to get ready for his run.
>Roommates are worse than children...<, was the last thing he read, before he putted his phone away and strapped into his board. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the course.
He dropped in. And bailed on the first kicker.
"Fuck", he cursed, while he tried to remain his breathing.
Angry at himself, he made his way down the slopestyle course and tried to avoid the reporters. On a snowmobile he made his way back up the hill.
"Don't even say it", he murmured annoyed to Per, who was waiting for him at the entrance of the riders tent. Per knew better than that and just turned to Gjermund, to advise someone, who actually wanted to have advice. Torstein leaned his board against the wall, pulled out of his jacket and put the Kicker headphones over his ears - a clear sign to everyone that he does not want to be disturbed. Since every rider has a different ritual before he hits the slope, no one took offense by such a behaviour, although it wasn't the most typical one for Torstein. He watched how first Mark, than Staale and SebToots were dropping into the course.
His phone buzzed again and he argued with himself, if he should ignore it this time, but decided, that his concentration isn't anyway, so he could also answer it.
It was Hannah.
"Hey."
"You are an idiot."
".....well, that was unexpected", was all he could manage to say. What?!
"You are an idiot! You let me drag on about the messiness of my roommates and you let me whine and complain like a three year old, who can't have ice cream, although YOU should really be one something else right now!"
