“So. You promise you’re not gonna cheat, yeah?”
“If you fly, I’ll notice.”
The ski lift chugs on up the mountain. You fold your arms behind your head and lean back in the cushy, plastic red seat, looking out at the snow.
“And I mean like, outside of emergencies. If we’re gonna race, we gotta do it fair n’ square.” You tap your foot against your rented snowboard.
“Unless you’re not sure you can beat me.”
Snow. It wasn’t something you saw all too much. Having grown up on an island, it was a rare sight, something that only happened if the winter was harsh, thick. But here? It seemed to be plentiful, a common scenery change among the city’s usual damper layout. How better than to spend the upgrade of winter with no one other than Leo?
The idea, at core, was more or less likely one of the most stupidest things you could think of. It had the promise of an adventure, a gateway new experiences, but at the cost of well, you making a fool of yourself. You knew how to jump down from high things without busting your ankle or splintering your bones. You knew that riding up a lift was safe, interesting and fun all around. But you, in all your island-home glory, had never learned how to either snowboard or ski. Granted, it would’ve been hard to, seeing as snow wasn’t a year round event and the times it did come down it was light, but boy howdy. You were nervous.
“ I wasn’t planning on flying in the first place! “ You give a glance over to him, nose and cheeks tinged pink from the consistency of icy wind cooling your face. “ I’m sure I *can* beat you..somewhat. I’m just not completely wrapping my head around how we’re suppose to take this,” Your hand tugs your own board slightly, before letting it back down. “Blasted thing and not look like cockeyed, spiffy fellows, tangoing across the ice sputtering malarkey!”
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