A/N: okay not much to read in this chapter, but it will pick up. Rating will probably change throughout the story. I have had this saved for a few months, and no I didn't abandon my other stories. . . my computer crashed, and only this is left because it was saved on my fanfic acount. I'm currently re-writing my other chapters.
Disclaimer: Don't own any part of Whistler.
Doesn't know what to do.
AJ Varland- Son of Adrian Varland, and step-son of Shelby Varland. AJ led a pampered and sheltered life. He was spoiled, self-centred, and he played dumb, more often than not. He loved snowboarding, but ever since Beck died, he wasn't the same. Before Beck died, AJ threw the wildest parties, and hooked up with as many girls as possible. He even threw a couple of parties after Beck died, but to him they just weren't the same.
Beck supposedly died of an accident, but anyone who knew Beck, knew that he could have made that turn in his sleep, hell even AJ could've made that turn in his sleep, and Beck was the one who won the gold medal.
AJ and his father fought over the campaign that Beck did for Varland. AJ was drunk almost 24/7, and he wound up getting kicked out of his house, he wasn't even allowed on any Varland properties anymore. AJ wound up on the streets, because all of his friends disappeared when his money did.
Now AJ was selling drugs to make it, and he was crashing on the Mckay's couch. Not that the Mckays knew that he was dealing drugs. Carrie was pissed at him, because he didn't give her the money that she loaned him until after the furnace guy showed up. AJ was a lot of trouble, and he didn't know what to do.