Disclaimer. Nope, High School Musical isn't on the list of things I own.
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"Are you scared?"
"No, just afraid"
"I told you, don't be"
"One can't help but be afraid when they are currently stuck on the top of a ski hill with no knowledge of how to ski, Troy"
"You're not stuck, Gabriella. I'm going to teach you how to ski."
"Oh Troy, this was a bad idea."
"You're the one that said we should do something nice for the anniversary of when we first met."
"Yes. Something nice, like going out to dinner at a fancy restaurant in Albuquerque, not flying out to Colorado and going skiing!"
"But isn't it nice to go back to the place we first met?"
"I'm cold."
"Well, if you would be willing to trust me, I'd help you get down and we can go to the lodge and warm up."
"You know what, Troy? There should be a ski lift to go down the hill. What if a beginner skier accidentally gets on the wrong ski lift and he ends up in an intermediate hill? Huh, Troy? He's going to need a ski lift to take him down. Wouldn't he? I mean, it's not like he would try going down and risk his life or anyth — "
"Gabriella, you can go tell the people at the lodge when we get down. Seriously, we've been standing here for half and hour. Aren't you bored? There are five year old kids on this hill. It's for beginners."
"Fine. How does this work again?"
"First you're going to have to get up, Gabi." Huffing, she dramatically pulled herself up off the ground. She looked at Troy expectantly. "Good. Now you're going to have to slide a bit this way," Troy said.
Gabriella took a deep breath. She had always had a fear of heights. On her trip to Colorado last year, the year she met Troy, she had stayed in the lodge all day reading while her mom and her cousins had hit the slopes. She looked down at her skis; they were white with pink floral patterns. She looked at the slope. There was a couple snowboarding and a class of little kids skiing that was slowly making their way down the hill. Then, she glanced nervously at Troy who was looking at her expectantly.
He smiled at her and she started to trudge over to where he was waiting for her. Even though it was only a couple of feet, she managed to trip and found herself on the ground once again. She heard a snort coming from above. Gabriella glared at Troy with a don't-you-dare-laugh look on her face.
She picked herself up and brushed the snow off of her red and white jacket. "Now what do I do?" Gabriella asked.
"Just let yourself slide down. Don't keep your skis straight. Make them go in a bit at the front, like a pizza shape. If you want to turn, just put pressure on the opposite leg. To stop, just make a full turn to one side" Troy instructed. He gave her a reassuring smile, which she didn't return. A nervous look was evident on the face. And her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold.
She nodded and started to slide down the hill. Gabriella shrugged nonchalantly, this wasn't so bad. It was actually fun…until her skies crossed and she started to lose her balance. Gabriella started to panic. But she quickly uncrossed them. A wave of relief passed through her…until she noticed that her skies were now parallel to each other and she started to pick up speed. A lot of speed. What a coincidence that this happened on the steepest part of the slope.
"Wait Gabriella! Keep your skis strai— I mean not straight! Stop!"
"Troy, HELP"
"Turn Gabriella, turn! No, in the other direction!"
"Troy Bolton, I am going to kill you!"
"Stop! Just jump, er, fall! You're going too fast"
Gabriella's scream echoed through Troy's head as she disappeared from his view.
"Shit."
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Author's Note. Yeah…this is probably going to be only a few chapters long. Let me know how I did through a review. I've never written outside of school before other than this and the other two stories I've posted. So I'm not an experienced author by any means. I hope that I got that skiing stuff right. Thanks for reading!