DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and I am not making anymoney of this story. You will have to give credit where credit is due and that means if you like the characters tell the guys who created snowboard kids.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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It's been only two days since what happened happened, I have a feeling that Jam is avoiding me. I havn't acctually seen him except on the bus. Of course we don't have any corses together but he hasn't even been at the lunch table. Nobody asks about it which kind of irritates me. By saturday I am certin he is avoiding me. I called five times and every time he was busy. I called again, after my dad announced that he had found an apartment in a city a few miles west of here. Again I was angry, but this time I did want to talk. And I wanted to be heard this time. My dad never like either of the towns on the mountain, but why did he have to move so far away that I couldn't visit? This just opened the wound even more. When I called his dad answered and told me Jam was out. I didn't know if it was true or not but if it was I had a feeling of where he might be.
When I left the house I bearly hear my mom tell me to be back for dinner. I headed to the spot. When I got close I started to get nervouse, so nervouse in fact that I wiped out and slid about 20 feet down the mountain head first. Thanking god that Linda wasn't here to see that I got up and finished the trip. He was there when I arrived, he gave no sign he knew I was there so I sat down. He didn't even look at me. I just sat there for a bit swinging my feet and causing bits of snow to fall off the ledge. Watching the avalanches it took me a bit to notice he was too. I figured out that the silence was because neither of us new what to say. I finally broke the silence.
"I wish life was a movie," I say, he gives me an odd look.
"Why?" he asks.
"'Cause then we'd know everything everyone was thinking and nothing would really be all that bad cause there would be too many painfully obvious sub plots," I say, all in one breath too. He just stares at me.
"Right, just smile an nod," which he does. A long standing joke, one of use says something totally useless and the other answeres with 'Just smile and nod'. I laugh lightly and lay back in the snow. He does the same.
"What's gone wrong this time?" He askes, some that has never been done befor. The question is an unspoken taboo here. We know it there so neither of us asks it, untill now.
"My dad is moving to Surrey," I tell him, ok so it is more than 'A few' miles away but I'd rather it not be that far.
"Surrey?" he's obviously never hear of it.
"Yeah, about an hour south of Vancouver." It is really starting to sink in now that the only communication I'll have with my dad for most of the year will be via telephone (He is the MOST computer illiterate person on earth I swear).
"Why so far?" he asks, I shrug.
"Guess he got sick of me too," I know that probably not true but thats about how I feel right now.
"Doubt it, parents don't get sick of there kids" I don't really know why, it's not a very powerfull thing to say, but it made me feel a little better. We talked some more about different things, but we avoided what happened three days ago. I sat up and looked at him.
"What?" he asks sitting up too.
"Nothing, just thinking," I look straight ahead now, a little emberrassed with out knowing why.
"'Bout what?" he really seems to like asking questions today.
"About three days ago," I say quietly. He looks down.
"oh, um, sorry 'bout that" he says quietly. I shrug and he gives me a look some where between 'I really don't want to talk about that' and 'I really am sorry'. This time I'm the one to make the move. I feel him stiffen, just as I had, when my own lips touch his. He relaxes though, not like I had. When I pull back he has a look that tells me he really doesn't want me to be leading him on.
"I should go, it's almost dinner." I say, not the smartest move and even dumber when I stand up and walk off.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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It's been only two days since what happened happened, I have a feeling that Jam is avoiding me. I havn't acctually seen him except on the bus. Of course we don't have any corses together but he hasn't even been at the lunch table. Nobody asks about it which kind of irritates me. By saturday I am certin he is avoiding me. I called five times and every time he was busy. I called again, after my dad announced that he had found an apartment in a city a few miles west of here. Again I was angry, but this time I did want to talk. And I wanted to be heard this time. My dad never like either of the towns on the mountain, but why did he have to move so far away that I couldn't visit? This just opened the wound even more. When I called his dad answered and told me Jam was out. I didn't know if it was true or not but if it was I had a feeling of where he might be.
When I left the house I bearly hear my mom tell me to be back for dinner. I headed to the spot. When I got close I started to get nervouse, so nervouse in fact that I wiped out and slid about 20 feet down the mountain head first. Thanking god that Linda wasn't here to see that I got up and finished the trip. He was there when I arrived, he gave no sign he knew I was there so I sat down. He didn't even look at me. I just sat there for a bit swinging my feet and causing bits of snow to fall off the ledge. Watching the avalanches it took me a bit to notice he was too. I figured out that the silence was because neither of us new what to say. I finally broke the silence.
"I wish life was a movie," I say, he gives me an odd look.
"Why?" he asks.
"'Cause then we'd know everything everyone was thinking and nothing would really be all that bad cause there would be too many painfully obvious sub plots," I say, all in one breath too. He just stares at me.
"Right, just smile an nod," which he does. A long standing joke, one of use says something totally useless and the other answeres with 'Just smile and nod'. I laugh lightly and lay back in the snow. He does the same.
"What's gone wrong this time?" He askes, some that has never been done befor. The question is an unspoken taboo here. We know it there so neither of us asks it, untill now.
"My dad is moving to Surrey," I tell him, ok so it is more than 'A few' miles away but I'd rather it not be that far.
"Surrey?" he's obviously never hear of it.
"Yeah, about an hour south of Vancouver." It is really starting to sink in now that the only communication I'll have with my dad for most of the year will be via telephone (He is the MOST computer illiterate person on earth I swear).
"Why so far?" he asks, I shrug.
"Guess he got sick of me too," I know that probably not true but thats about how I feel right now.
"Doubt it, parents don't get sick of there kids" I don't really know why, it's not a very powerfull thing to say, but it made me feel a little better. We talked some more about different things, but we avoided what happened three days ago. I sat up and looked at him.
"What?" he asks sitting up too.
"Nothing, just thinking," I look straight ahead now, a little emberrassed with out knowing why.
"'Bout what?" he really seems to like asking questions today.
"About three days ago," I say quietly. He looks down.
"oh, um, sorry 'bout that" he says quietly. I shrug and he gives me a look some where between 'I really don't want to talk about that' and 'I really am sorry'. This time I'm the one to make the move. I feel him stiffen, just as I had, when my own lips touch his. He relaxes though, not like I had. When I pull back he has a look that tells me he really doesn't want me to be leading him on.
"I should go, it's almost dinner." I say, not the smartest move and even dumber when I stand up and walk off.