Notcreative: I do not own any of the characters displayed in this story exept for the Williamson family and Courtney and a bag of gummies from "Bulk Barn".
Conner Williamson lived an average life, he lived in a fair sized town in the suburbs. About an hour drive from his house was a ski resort that, in the winter seasons, he visited quite often. Conner enjoyed the outdoors, every weekend he would try to get his family to take him out for hikes or ice fishing trips, given the time of year. Conner was fourteen years old, found school boring, Like any other teen year would. Conner was smart, both book and street smart and his grades reflected it. Conner had the highest make in most of his classes. In class he would start his work, twenty minutes in he would stop and joke around with his friends. he knew a lot of people in his school, but his friends were a tight nit group that got along well with each other. His mother was easy going and understanding while his dad was straight forward to the point and both were hard workers. His brother Ray, who was seven years older, would often show his brotherly love by wrestling with him, making sure he knew who the older sibling was. But he took care of him when his parents weren't around, which was for the most time with his parents picking up extra shifts because of the poor economy. Ray taught him how to cook, do his laundry, the basic things that would help him in high school, that ray had learned the hard way. He helped him with school work and chores, rarely asked for favors in return and when he did it was simple things like grabbing something when his hands were full. Ray played with him everyday, if he didn't have work to do. He was easy going and fun to be around. Conner looked up to his big brother, and idolized him. Conner tried to be like him and do everything like him that he could, and when he couldn't he would push him self until he could.
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It was a sunny mild winter day with light snow slowly falling, perfect for skiing. Conner was only ten at the time and it had been a week after his brother took third place in the competition and when he seen him jump he instantly began trying to pull the stunts his brother and hopefully doing them better. Conner made his way off the ski lift and turned to the right. Conner had been down this hill so many times knew where every trail started, went and ended. He knew where jump was and the big ones, they were at the bottom of the him in front of the chalet. He bombed the hill straight weaving in and around corners trees, nearly colliding with other skiers. About a hundred yards to the jump and he began to think about how to do this. Conner thought for the time he had, came up with a plan,"this shouldn't be that hard,"he said at the base of the jump.
When top of the jump he pushed off with his legs trying to get more air, as he did he twisted his hips, ankles and flung his arms around him to spin himself around. he was in complete vertigo, flailing around to see which way was up, down and which direction down hill was. He landed clumsily and little cockeyed and but he landed none the less. He made his way to the ski lift looked at the clock it was 5:30, last run of the day. On his way up he knew that Ray was going to be coming to pick him up and would be here any minute so on the way up he pulled out the family cell phone and called his brother. Conner heard the first ring and looked forward to the top of the hill. Then the second ring he sighed he was very impatient, as far as leaving a messages for someone, he didn't. half way through the third ring, his brother finally answered his phone,"Hello?"
"Hey it's just me," Conner answered happy that he picked up.
"Yah I'm on my way rig-"he said before being cut off.
"Yep, I know, um...when you get here could wait at the bottom of the hill for me i wanna show you something?" he questioned.
"What for?" Ray probed for a reason.
"You'll just have to wait and see. Call me when you get there, O.K.."
"Alright I'm just pulling in," he stopped hearing the blare from when a call ended.
Conner didn't hear his brother, by then he had the phone off his ear, in his pocket and gripping his ski poles almost shaking in spot. He got off the lift flew down the hill and stopped around two hundred yards from the jump, where he thought would be enough, sat down and waited. To him it felt like he was waiting for hours but it had only been minutes. A person walked out from the side of the chalet and to the center in front of it. He knew it was Ray, he recognized his grey echo-peak Billabong beanie. He jumped up, looked down to his brother took a deep breath," Now, watch me this time Brother," he said calmly and quiet a smile on his face and started down the hill towards the jump.
As he got to the bottom of the jump Conner started to see the roof of the chalet . When he got near to the top of the jump ," I'm a leaf in the wind," he told himself, as he reached the top of the jump he closed his eyes,"watch me soar," Conner pushed off the jump as hard as he could, snow that was on his ski flung off and launched away in a burst of snow.
"Now, just for the cross." he thought to himself, now being turned 90 degrees.
Conner lifted his feet and skis in behind him, then he heard his phone ring, choosing to ignore this he continued lifting his legs until his knees formed a 90 degree angle. lastly he over lapped his skiis forming a cross shape.
Ray heard the familiar chime of the phone, turned around looked for the source and seen Conner, 6 feet from the ground, turned around with an iron cross on his way down, fast.
Conner opened his eyes, almost turned 360 degrees he seen ray looking at him and smiled, happy that he was finally going to be watching him now. Then lost his smile in confusion at seeing his start running towards him. Conner came out of his short daze, looked down where he thought he was going to land and seen the fast oncoming snow. The tip of his ski still perpendicular the the ground bit into the snow and flung him forward. His right hand ski pole hit the ground, his head came down and his jaw connected with the top of the handle, his body followed his head shifting slightly to the left. Instinctively, Conner let go of the ski poles and threw his hand up in front of him trying to protect himself from the fall. He got his hands up just before he hit the snow.
Ray stopped dead in mid-stride skidding in the snow, starring with his mouth slightly open, watching Conner's ski dig into the ground propelling him forward and into the snow. He seen his left ski boot came out of the binding after he hit the snow. Conner the ground hard, his free boot came up and kicked himself in the back of the head. Now he was skidding face first down the hill chest flush with the ground. Ray saw his chest stop but the rest of him didn't. Ray had to watch as his baby brother's back arched up and feet in the air his feet and single ski nearly touching his head,spin around and began to roll and tumble forwards like a rag doll down the hill.
On one of his tumbles he bounced off the snow, coming down fast on the top of his shoulders,this caused his head to bend unnaturally and his chin into his chest, with his shoulder dug into the snow his legs to bend forward at the hips creating a sideways "u" shape with his body. Then he bounced up a little and landed on his back to a stop as his legs came down with a loud whump sound.
Conner paused, laying there motionless and hurt, then muttered,"Owww," sounding loader and more aggravated near the end of his complaint.
Ray still running finally reached him and dropped to his knees beside him as looked him in his eyes and asked if he was alright."yep," Conner said under strain.
Ray went to get his boot out of the remaining ski until his brother screamed,"OWW!" arching up to grab his throbbing foot, half way he wince and dropped back with a thud,"Please don't do that again," he said weakly as he looked up at Ray.
"Well i guess your not walking out of here." he stated.
His brother helped him up carefully took the ski off stuck it in the snow and then bent down looking over his shoulders to Conner gesturing for him to get on his back.
Gladly Conner got on his brother's back and wrapped his arms around his neck, then his Ray grabbed his legs and pressed them into his hips to support him, as he did Conner winced at the movement.
Ray walked up grabbed the ski that got popped off then to the one he stuck in the ground, and his poles that he let go of. Then started walking to the parking lot.
"What were you thinking?" not waiting for an answer he continued,"Do you know what mom would have done with me coming home with a broken brother? huh." he questioned he did not yell just asked calmly. Conner looked at the back of his head then looked down.
Noticing this he looked back at Conner and continued," Dad would probably break me, or worse" he exclaimed jokingly. There was a moment of silence,"I was just doing what you did at the competition." Conner said sheepishly and low.
Ray sighed loudly,"There is a reason why I'm the older brother you know," he looked back at Conner still looking down and continued," you can't expect to just be able to do every thing that I do," he said nudging him as he hopped Conner up a little.
There was a long moment of silence. As they reached the car Ray spoke up,"You know i think your doing this just to avoid walking," he nudged again.
"N-no. I-I was just-" Conner trailed off as they neared the ford explorer or as his brother called it the "exploder".
Ray put down the skiis and other things then took one hand off his brothers leg to open the passenger door. Minding his head he leaned in and set Conner down in the seat and buckled him in. Sitting in the seat Conner watched he closed the door walk around opened the hatch door put his brother's stuff in the explorer closed the hatch, walk around and get in himself. Ray turned the key, the engine started , then he put the car into drive pushed on the gas and spun around on the loose snow. smiling widely Ray looked at him expecting a smile or some form of enjoyment out of him, but lost his smile seeing him just looking at he bottom of the dash.
Seeing this, he drifted around the corner trying to get a smile out of him, then looking back to his brother, nothing changed except for him loosely grabbing the handle above the door keeping himself balanced. Ray returned his attention back to the road and had a long quiet drive home.
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Conner sat on a ledge on the inside of his bedroom widow his fist on face and elbow on his knee supporting his head as he gazed outside. "Conner supper is ready!" his mom called from the bottom of the stairs. startling him, his hand came away from his head and Conner knocked his head off the window,'thump'.
Rubbing his head he stuttered to get out,"O-okay be there in a sec'."
He sighed, it had been about a year and a half since that day and Conner can remember it perfectly. Conner still tries to be like him but in a more subtle way. He sat at the table a modest plateful of mashed potatoes with a little salt and pepper, green beans with melted butter rolling down them and a grilled pork chop seasoned with salt and garlic. Conner started to eat his potatoes and thought of what would happen at school tomorrow.
"Today was a day two, so tomorrow is going to be a day one, that means I have English first, aww man, I hate having English first thing in the morning," Conner lowered his fork for another scoop of his potatoes, he brought his serving halfway to his mouth and stopped,"Oh yah we're going to go to the computer labs tomorrow to work on our project, hopefully Courtney remembered to do the write up."
Conner tilted his head and stared forward into emptiness,"Courtney 'sigh'~~~," His thoughts trailing off as he thought of her, deepening his daze. Her image danced around in his head as he thought of her. Courtney was about five inches shorter than him, had an athletic build, and had a slight hour glass figure. Conner loved her form because he seen it as a sign of maturity. Conner always admired Courtney's upbeat attitude, always looking for the brighter side and and how she made the bleakest days enjoyable. But what he mostly her enjoyed her wide, ear to ear smile that light up the room, when she laughed. He remembered her wavy dark brown hair reaching four or five inches below her shoulders, always neat and not one hair out of place. Conner's feeling grew for her after two classes together in the first semester and being half way through English, this semester. Courtney was always polite and kind to everyone, even when people got on her nerves.
Conner remembered the time in art class when to two got in trouble for having a paint fight, it started as just putting paint on one another's hands then quickly escalated to full hands of paint on each others faces. They walked home that day a smorgasbord board of coloured hands and fingers on their faces laughing loudly at each other.
"You look like you had a bunch of kindergartners finger paint on you!" he remembered Courtney yelling before she bursted into another laughing fit.
"What will we do tomorrow*sigh*," thinking about how Courtney was easy to be around and talk with he realized that he liked her more than a friend, Conner knew from earlier that she was a good friend and he liked her. But now the more he thought about it, the more he notice that he liked her more than a good friend, maybe even loved her, as his mother would tease.
"You know what, I'll see if she wants to go out with me...But what if she says no?" he thought of what to do in the case she does say no.
"We're good friends we could just continue being friends, if anything it'll be her loss . But if we were to go out where would we go?" Conner asked himself
"February,what's in February? What could we do in February, skiing? No not much of a date, any good movies? No not yet all the chick flicks will be out in another wee...That's it! Valentines day, but how do I ask her..." he stopped in deeper thought.
"*imaginary snap of fingers* Candy grams! I'll send her a candy gram asking her out."( candy grams are a small package of candy given the occasion)
After Conner had been staring forward for about fifteen minutes with his now could fork full of potatoes and plate. Everyone else was finished and starting to clean up but Conner was left there still food on his plate.
"Conner. Conner?" his mother called.
"Hey earth to Conner," ray said standing in front of him waving his hand in front of his eyes to get his attention.
"He's completely out of it," Ray said while sighing in defeat. Ray lifted his head a smile plastered on his face and covering his mouth. Then ray sat down and started snickering to himself.
Their mother was starting to walk back into the dinning room when his father stood up," I'll clean up the table Hun, you just put the dishes away. Okay," he said with a small smile.
She gave him an odd look,"Alright Victor, but I'm not doing dishes tomorrow," turned and walked back into the kitchen, when she left Ray could not contain himself anymore and started laughing loudly filling the house with laughter. Their father walked over to Conner and started lightly hitting his cheek with his back hand, slowly hitting harder.
Conner blinked and saw his father next to him staring and Ray having a fit. He looked to Victor with a puzzled look as to what was going on.
Victor gave a little cough falsely clearing his throat and Conner sat there still confused. Victor then gestured his head to look at him self. Conner sat there staring at him, then slowly diverting his gaze he looked at himself,"Okay fork in hand, nothing strange, elbow's not on the table," he went through a mental check list moving his head down to think harder of what could be wrong.
"..." he stared downward to himself, he had gotten aroused thinking of Courtney and pitched a tent. Sheepishly he raised his head as the fork slowly rolled out of Conner's fingers as if they had lost all will to hold it. clanging on the porcelain plate, potatoes spilling on the table,Conner's face grew bright red as he fidgeted around trying to fix his pants and tuck it into his waist band, his cheeks a fiery red he stood up and jogged up the stairs to his room as Ray fell off his chair laughing.
Their mother walked in to see Ray lying on the floor holding his stomach and chest making small broken up laughs as he had no air left to laugh with, and Victor having a smile start to grow as he could not contain his composure much longer.
"tssk, i don't want to know," she said as she threw her arms into the air and walk back into the kitchen. Victor then began to laugh loudly, but not to the extent that Ray was.
Conner closed the door behind him quickly and buried his face in his pillow.
"Man, really of all things that had to happen and with Ray right there to," his voice muffled by the pillow. Conner turned and looked up at his ceiling thinking about tomorrow he let out a happy sigh anticipating tomorrow and fell asleep.
Notcreative: and there's chapter one. not bad, if ido say so myself. yes i do need a beta reader and am trying to find one. I know this is dry and boring but it is the prologe and is nessisary for developing my character. R&R I plan on reading the reviews to better the story for other readers(if any) and help making my format easier to read and as my teacher would say," peace, love and," Notcreative.