Snow was raining from the sky and Chell was dressing up in sweaters and fluffy socks, lending some to Wheatley. To make the best of the cold, they booked a ski trip slightly up north. They were sitting in their cabin getting ready to go out to the ski hills. "Do I have to go, luv? I mean, it's so dangerous out there, I could get frostbite or- or something could happen." Wheatley worried. Chell chuckled at this as she put on her coat. "That's not going to happen. You worry too much, this could be fun." She put his hat on top of his head as if he were a small child, although, being 6 feet tall is not small. Wheatley shivered as Chell opened the door. Later at the top of the hill, the two of them stared down at the hill below them. "Y'know what, that's high. That's awfully high. I think it would be best if I just went back to the cabin." Wheatley began to shuffle away before Chell nudged his back making him fall face down in the snow. He screamed as he fell and Chell laughed as he fumbled around in the snow. Once he settled down, he looked at Chell and smirked. Wheatley grabbed one of her skis and pulled causing her to fall too. It was now his turn to laugh at Chell who was spitting out snow. Chell threw a snowball at Wheatley's face and watched him spit out a mouthful of snow. Once their laughter at each other's silliness died down, they were left staring into each other's eyes, stricken blind to their horrific past by love. Chell had always liked Wheatley, but those thoughts were usually taken away from their memories of what he had done, or almost done to her. But now, she didn't care. It was becoming obvious he felt the same way, and she was glad. They loved each other and were happy to be around each other but they never admitted it. Even now, blind to everyone and everything that weren't each other, struck with love. "Uhh, sorry." Wheatley said snapping them back to reality and out of their gaze. "Um, right. I'm sorry too." Chell replied. They both managed to get up and back on their skis. "If you're so scared, I'll go first." Chell offered. She slid slowly down the hill in a zig zag pattern keeping her speed. When she reached the bottom she waved to the top telling Wheatley it was OK to go. He tried to ski, but with very little success. He slid in a straight line gaining speed. He tried to use his poles in the ground to stop but spread snow everywhere and ended up falling when he was at the bottom of the hill. When he stood back up again he suggested they try again. On the ski lift, they were headed back up the hill when the lift got stuck. Wheatley panicked for a moment when he looked down at how high they were. Chell got him to settle down a bit. After a minute she looked over to her friend who was looking at his skis. She took a deep breath. Usually it was Wheatley who was nervous, bit this time it was her. Now was the perfect time, but she still worried. Would it ruin their friendship? What if he really didn't like her? No. She was thinking too far into this. She looked right over to him and said "I love you..." He turned to her shocked. She knew it. She messed up their relationship. Or so she thought until he said "I love you too..." They sat there looking bewildered into each other's eyes. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Knowing they were in love and they were loved back. The lift restarted and for the rest of the ride, they did nothing but look at each other in love and care for each other.
