The Man of my... Showers?!

Chapter 5

There was absolutely no sign that the chair lift would stop. It just did. And it hurt, the metal bar protecting us from falling off the seats but jabbing us sharply in the stomach. It didn’t save our skis or packs from falling though, making a light thud as it hit the snow.

"Oh, that's fucking great!" Jace grumbled, ruffling his hair vigorously.

"Well, at least we didn't die. You should be happy about that." I said, purposely lacking an optimistic tone. I glanced down at our belongings and pondered to myself. How the hell were we meant to get those? Stuck in the middle of no where, barred into our seat and no communication to anyone nearby who could help?

While I was forming a plan, Jace was still grumbling to himself. "You know, talking to yourself isn't going to achieve anything." There wasn't really anything to do in this situation. Minus two things. One was to wait it out. And possibly lose our belongings. And two...

I lifted up the metal safety bar above our heads.

"What are you doing?" Jace inquired suspiciously. Although I'm pretty sure he knew exactly what I planned to do.

"This." And I jumped out of the chair lift, landing beside our gear. Luckily, the snow in this area was untouched, leaving it safe enough to land in. With difficulty I stood up and saw that the snow reached up to my waist. That's really high.

"Come down!" I yelled up to Jace, motioning with my hand that he should jump.

As I stuffed objects that fell out of the bag back into it, I heard the chairlift groan and looked behind me. Perfect timing to turn around, because it gave me the best view to see Jace unsuccessfully jump off the chair gracefully and land flat on his back in the snow. I laughed at him as anyone would have.

"This was a brilliant idea Daine. Now where do you plan to lead us?" He grumbled as he stood up and brushed off snow. My laughter died out as I noticed that the snow only reached up to his knees. Damn tall people.

“Well, I plan to get you to hold the bags and then we walk till be find a town or something. Come over here.” He scoffed at my so called plan, but still walked over to me.

“Okay, can you just turn around for a second please?” I asked kindly, because I did not need him suspecting what I was to do next. “Why?” He asked suspiciously enough that I knew my niceness went amiss.

“Because I asked with a please?” He reluctantly turned around and I quickly jumped up onto his back before he faced me again.

“Woah! Geez Daine! Tell me before you do that, or I’ll fall!” He quickly adjusted his arms so that they had me in a safe position from falling.

I rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t have let me get on if I had told you. The snow’s too high for me to walk in.”

Slowly Jace bent down to grab his bag and passed it to me. “If you had just explained that to me first, I would have gladly given you a lift. I’m not that much of a dick.” He leant down to fetch my bag soon after his comments, but before he had the chance to a fox randomly lept out of the forest and snatched it with his teeth.

“What the hell!?” Jace yelled whilst I screamed that it was my bag. As quick as it came, the fox dashed off into the woods. “My bag!!” I screamed again, as if believing my voice had magical powers to bring it back.

            Jace made a run for our gear after picking up the two pairs of skis in his hands. If I wasn’t panicking about this fox attack (which really isn’t an attack), I would have laughed at the sight of us. But it wasn’t funny because Jace looking macho with all this extra weight was actually slowing down, and soon enough the fox easily outran us.