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SPOV

AAAAh... Sweden. Skiing. Snow. My favorite place in the world. Coming here was a good idea, what with my trauma after Dan and Vanessa's death. Blaire and Chuck have been MIA these couple of months, and I just couldn't handle it. I had locked myself up in my room for months, crying my heart out, when mom suggested this trip. I hope that I can go back home with a fresh heart.

I straightened my favorite girl tie, smoothed out my skirt, and stepped out of my limo. I planned to check in at the hotel, check that all my bags were already there, and just go ski.

This hotel wasn't as extravagant as the other ones I used to stay in, because I didn't want to be spending too much money; what with Dan's obsession with poverty when he was alive and all. I looked out my window. And at my watch. The slopes would soon open up for skiers. And I still had to meet up with my demonstrator to fix my postures and stuff.

What the hell is this ass of a demonstrator doing, not showing up even an hour after the designated time for the lesson?I thought, tapping my foot. It was hard, I'll admit, with the ski shoes and all.

That's when I noticed a tuft of golden hair… no, not bronze, not Edward-y, but it was still beautiful…and piercing ice-blue eyes. Those eyes! They were like the fresh springs in the midst of winter snow… and they were focused. On me. And as I kept watching this god, I noticed that he had a godlike body to match his godlike face—lean and muscular, but not overly so. And I noticed, also, that he was walking towards me. Me. ME.

"Hello, my name is Nathaniel Archibald, but you can just call me Nate." Ohmigosh. THIS is Nate Archibald? My ski demonstrator??? I could tell that this was going to be a long day, indeed.