Author's Note: Heh heh ... my dad went to Bones Gate. And all the stuff
that happens to Dave on the lift actually happened to my dad's friend on
one of their ski trips. He has a very interesting life ...
Disclaimer: Don't own ANYTHING WHATSOEVER and I'm broke so please don't sue me! :-) Gah, anyway, here it is ... and again, I'm sorry if the Nirvana lyrics are incorrect; google really sucks sometimes.
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Chapter Three
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Our fraternity's called Bones Gate, named after this English pub some Dartmouth guys had an awesome time at about a million years ago. Don't ask; our forefathers were a little out of their minds.
Of course, if you were to go around Dartmouth and ask about Bones Gate, the main response would probably be something along the lines of "Oh, Bones Gate. Stay away from there! Man, what the hell are those guys ON?"
We are not on anything, thank you very much.
Well Itey might be, but the rest of us are naturally like this.
Scary, ain't it?
I guess we kind of scare the rest of the dudes here out of their wits, because we randomly throw parties and stay up literally ALL NIGHT. Don't get me wrong; we're not all complete morons— I'm actually in some of the highest courses in math and science— but we value our free nights and our beer.
One time we ran out of beer, so we broke into the fraternity next door and took theirs. Man, they were pissed off when they woke up the next morning.
Not that we cared ... Dude, I love college.
*
Somehow— I have no idea WHAT happened, but SOMEHOW I ended up rooming with Spot, Racetrack, and ITEY for our whole stay in Beaver Creek. That meant four nights. FOUR NIGHTS sleeping in the same room as Itey.
I shudder just remembering it.
And, naturally, there were three beds and one couch. Spot got the king- sized bed because he has some serious ego problems, Race and Itey got the two twin beds, and, as I should have expected, I got landed on the couch.
Dammit.
And guess what? I was woken up at 6:00 in the freakin' morning (which is really 8:00 because of the time difference --- but I was still extremely sleepy) by Racetrack. And do you know what he was doing?
Hmm. This is a tough one.
He had finally located the CD player that Spot and I had so carefully hidden, and he was jumping up and down on the couch listening to "On a Plain" by Nirvana.
Yes, he was jumping up and down on the couch. The couch upon which I was supposedly sleeping. And he had turned Nirvana on so loud it was causing the walls to vibrate.
"START THIS OFF WITHOUT ANY WORDS! I GOT SO HIGH I SCRATCHED TILL I BLED! LOVE MYSELF BETTER THAN YOU! I KNOW IT'S WRONG BUT WHAT SHOULD I DO!"
"AAAH, RACE, TURN IT FREAKIN' DOWN!" I hollered, trying to get off the couch before he crushed my ... never mind.
"NO! THIS IS THE BEST SONG IN THE WORLD!" Race hollered back.
Well if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, I suppose. I took his outstretched hand, and the two of us bounced around on the couch. "I'M ON A PLAIN! I CAN'T COMPLAIN! I'M ON A PLAIN! I CAN'T COMPLAIN!!"
A shirtless and obviously half-asleep Spot came out his room, yawning and running his fingers through his hair. Without a word he went over to the CD player, unplugged it, and went back into his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Asshole," said Race.
Just then someone knocked on the door of our condo. "Who is it?" said Race in a falsetto voice. I don't know why, but he always answers the door like that.
"Snitch," said Snitch from the other side of the door. "Are you decent?" he asked Britishly.
"Depends on what you consider 'decent'," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the door. Snitch was apparently trying to decide whether he was going to risk seeing us "indecent". In the end he must have decided he would risk it, because he laughed and opened the door.
I swear that the minute that kid came into the room, that song by JET filled the air. "So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me because you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine! Said you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine! Oh 4, 5, 6, c'mon and get your kicks! Now you don't need money when you look like that, do ya honey!"
Yeah, my life came complete with a soundtrack and everything. Sad, ain't it?
But seriously! I mean there I was in my boxers, jumping up and down on the bed with Race (who had no shirt on and was wearing bright red PJ pants with snowmen and pineapples all over them) and Snitch came in looking like an angel sent from God.
He tilted his head to the side and looked us over. "You know, if I didn't know you guys better I'd interpret this in a very sick way," he said. He winked at me. I blushed.
Racetrack didn't miss a beat. He bowed. "Diggin' the pants, Snitch?" he said cockily. "Skitts and I were just listening to Nirvana—" he raised his voice and shouted at Spot's closed door "—BEFORE SPOT CAME AND TURNED IT FREAKIN' OFF!"
"FUCK OFF, RACE, I FEEL LIKE SHIT!" Spot yelled back.
"Well that's all well and good, but DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON NIRVANA, MAN!" Race sobbed.
Snitch raised an eyebrow. "Okay, dude, I think this Nirvana thing has gotten to a point where it has developed into an unhealthy obsession," he said slowly.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a shit," said Race, and he promptly went over to the CD player to see if he could plug it back in.
Snitch and I looked at each other, trying not to laugh. "So you wanna go skiing sometime soon?" he said finally.
"At 6:00 in the morning?"
He shrugged, smiling.
"Why're you up, anyway? I mean if it were up to me, I'd still be sleeping right now," I said.
He shrugged again. I raised an eyebrow, but let it go. It wasn't any of my business anyway.
"START THIS OFF WITHOUT ANY WORDS! I GOT SO HIGH I SCRATCHED TILL I BLED!"
"Aha, THERE we go!" Race yelled at Spot's closed door. "TAKE THAT, Mr. I'm- too-cool-for-Nirvana! HA! MWAHAHAHA!! I AM THE KEEPER OF THE CD PLAYER! BOW AND FEAR ME!!!!! I RULE OVER YOU ALL---"
"RACETRACK HIGGINS, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DOOR!!!" Spot yelled from his room.
"NO! I SHALL NOT! I AM THE EATER OF THE PINEAPPLE, AND YOU ARE THE PINEAPPLE, AND I RULE OVER YOU ALL WITH A --- AAAAAH, SPOT, I WAS JUST KIDDING--- NO, DON'T TOUCH ME, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY---"
Snitch and I watched with amusement as Spot tackled Race to the ground and proceeded to almost knock him out --- and then he unplugged the CD player again.
Snitch turned to me. "I have a feeling this is going to be going on for quite a while. Ya wanna come over to our place for breakfast? I think Cowboy's out of bed by now, and he's always fun to poke when he's still half-asleep."
*
"AAAH! WHERE'S MR. FREDDY'S MITTEN???"
"It's right here, Itey, you dropped it when you were getting in line for the gondola."
"Oh, thank GOODNESS, Skittery! I love you!"
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do! I love you very much, and so does Mr. Freddy. Isn't that right, Freddy?"
"Dear God, what did I ever do to deserve this???"
Snitch laughed. He was looking incredibly cute in a green ski jacket and a hat that was too big for him; it went down over his eyes every once and a while, so he kept having to push it up with a mittened hand.
Yes, he was wearing mittens. DROOL.
I was currently squished between Itey and Bumlets on one side of the gondola. Blink and Mush were sitting next to Snitch on the other side, giggling hysterically. They had just witnessed Jack's reaction to the stunning information that no snowboarders are allowed in Beaver Creek, and it was very funny. Dave and Boots were at the Bunny Slope at the base of the mountain this very minute, trying to teach him how to ski. Dude, I really wish I were there to watch.
I'm a pretty average skier, I think. I can do all blues and most blacks. So can Snitch and Bumlets, and Blink and Mush kind of do everything. I had no idea what level Itey was at; I had never seen him ski.
Spot and Race were up at the other mountain doing double black diamonds. Yeah, I know; not that long ago they were both at each other's throats. What can I say? They are quick to forgive.
The gondola reached the top and we all got out and put our skis on. Itey took a great deal of time making sure Mr. Freddy was all bundled up with his little mittens, scarf, and ski goggles.
Yeah, you heard me right. He had mini ski goggles for his teddy bear.
Shoot me.
Eventually, we got Itey and Mr. Freddy out of the gondola area and onto the slopes. That was the tricky part. Once we were on the actual mountain, he sped ahead without any difficulty.
He's a surprising guy. Itey, I mean. You'd think he would be completely clumsy at all times, but he's actually a fabulous skier. You'd never expect it from him.
We all met at the bottom; Itey first, me and Snitch next, then Bumlets, and Blink and Mush bringing up the rear. "Hey, is that Specs and Dutchy over there?" said Bumlets suddenly.
"I don't think so, their mouths aren't touching," said Snitch.
I laughed. "Nah, that's them. I recognize Dutchy's jacket."
We skied over to them to find them doubled over, laughing hysterically. "Are you guys ok?" said Mush, looking concerned.
"No," Specs managed to gasp, clinging to Dutchy for support.
"What happened?" Blink asked.
That brought another wave of laughter from the pair of them, and Dutchy simply tipped sideways and continued to giggle on the ground. It was the weirdest thing ever. The six of us waited patiently until the laughter died down a little and Specs looked ready to explain.
"So we were on the Bunny Slope, right?" he began, still grinning with anticipation. "Dave had given up trying to teach Jack how to ski, so Boots had been left with him all by himself. So Dave comes with us to one of the Triples, and we try to get on --- but he must have been real tired or something because his ski tip got caught in the snow and he just got dragged off the lift and onto the ground."
I started to laugh.
"But that's not the half of it!! So we ski down to get him and demand to know what happened, and as we get on the lift the second time he tried to show us how his ski got caught. So he was tilting the tip down to show what happened, and then it got caught in the snow and he got pulled off again!" Specs giggled.
"Are you kidding me?" laughed Bumlets.
"Wait --- so then we had decided it wasn't safe to go up with Dave, so we went up by ourselves and Dave went up with some other girl," Dutchy continued. "For some reason he was under the impression that it was Jack's new girlfriend Amber --- again, we think he is a little tired --- and so he was talking to her like an old friend and all that good stuff. And so she was like 'Well where do you live?' and he answers 'Oh, not too far from Jack'. But it turns out that the girl was not Amber, she was a complete stranger."
Man, were we laughing pretty damn hard by then. "Can you IMAGINE that?" Dutchy panted. "'Where do you live?' 'Oh, near Jack.' And the girl was too polite to go 'Who the hell is Jack??' so she just let him talk to her like he had known her forever..."
Snitch looked up at the mountain. "Where is Dave?"
"Oh he's coming. Pissed off and embarrassed, but he is coming," said Specs, looking up too.
And come he did. We all pretended not to laugh as he came huffing and puffing down the mountain, glaring at everybody. "It was NOT funny" was all he said before he went down to go back up the lift again.
Itey tutted sadly. "Poor kid. He was really starting to grow on me."
*
Itey, Snitch and I decided to take the last run of the day together on the Triple. I wasn't quite as fed up with Itey at the moment because a.) he didn't talk as much when he was skiing, and b.) it wasn't a small, confined area. 'Cause he needs WIDE OPEN SPAAAAAAACES!! ROOM TO MAKE HIS BIG MISTAAAAAKES!!
Ahem. I'll be fine.
We reached the top and got off. "Where to?" said Snitch.
"I wanna ski Jackrabbit Alley again, that one's awesome," said Itey, cuddling Mr. Freddy (who was quite frozen by now --- literally).
"That's ok with me." Snitch looked at me. "Do you wanna do that one?"
"Sure, why not?"
We headed down Lord until we reached Jackrabbit Alley. It was a narrow mogul run that we had taken several times before. "Ya wanna go first?" Snitch asked.
"Sure..." I leaned foreword and skied into Jackrabbit Alley, automatically getting into my mogul frame of mind. Back, fourth, back, fourth ... man, my legs were killing me. I could hear Snitch behind me, and vaguely Itey behind him. The three of us zigzagged across the run. Back, fourth, back --- WHAM!
Itey's ski had caught on some branch that had been strewn across the snow. He had fallen and slid into Snitch, who had in turn collapsed and slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. Mr. Freddy flew out of Itey's arms. We all watched as he soared in a high arc in the sky, and, as if in slow motion, hit the ground and began to slide. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" Itey bellowed, flinging himself after his beloved teddy bear.
Snitch and I saw him catch up to the bear and sit down on the ground, embracing him tightly. It was very funny.
Snitch tried to get up. We were positioned so that I was curled up sideways on the slope and he was sort of draped across my stomach. Upside- down.
"Here, let me help you." I offered him my gloved hand, and he took it in his mittened one. Our eyes met.
Before I knew it he had slowly leaned foreword and our lips brushed together for a second. His tongue ran lightly over my lips, our breath misting out in front of us. Then he lurched back, apparently astonished at what he had just done.
"I'll --- dude, I'll meet you at the bottom," he said, and skied down as quickly as he could.
I lay there long after he had skied away. Wondering whether or not to smile and do a dance of victory.
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Shoutouts!!!
quietviolence: Yeah, I love Nirvana! That's hysterical, what happened to your friend. Anyway, thanks for the review! I love Itey with a teddy bear, too, it makes me very happy.
Thumbsucker Snitch: I know, I love Itey!! And I'm sorry, is this enough "Snittery" for you? (aaah, that's the funniest thing I have ever heard in my life, I cracked up when I read it!!) I tried to put more into this chapter, but my muses are revolting against me. They claim I don't feed them enough.
kellyanne: Aaah, thank you so much for the review!!! (You're like my hero, I love your writing) I melted when I read that you melted! Wow, that was weird ... Anyway, thanks a lot, babe (lol).
ershey: Race is EXTREMELY cool!!! Well, my portrayal of Race isn't really, but Racetrack in general is extremely cool! lol, I used to shove my face in front of other people when they had their eyes closed too, but I haven't done that in a while ... hmm. I should try that when I get back to school.
SpotLover421: I wrote this shoutout a while ago, and I had said "Hooray, you can review!" But now you've been able to review for a while, so I'm not going to say that ... Anyway, I'm glad you like it! Thank you for the review!!
Disclaimer: Don't own ANYTHING WHATSOEVER and I'm broke so please don't sue me! :-) Gah, anyway, here it is ... and again, I'm sorry if the Nirvana lyrics are incorrect; google really sucks sometimes.
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Chapter Three
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Our fraternity's called Bones Gate, named after this English pub some Dartmouth guys had an awesome time at about a million years ago. Don't ask; our forefathers were a little out of their minds.
Of course, if you were to go around Dartmouth and ask about Bones Gate, the main response would probably be something along the lines of "Oh, Bones Gate. Stay away from there! Man, what the hell are those guys ON?"
We are not on anything, thank you very much.
Well Itey might be, but the rest of us are naturally like this.
Scary, ain't it?
I guess we kind of scare the rest of the dudes here out of their wits, because we randomly throw parties and stay up literally ALL NIGHT. Don't get me wrong; we're not all complete morons— I'm actually in some of the highest courses in math and science— but we value our free nights and our beer.
One time we ran out of beer, so we broke into the fraternity next door and took theirs. Man, they were pissed off when they woke up the next morning.
Not that we cared ... Dude, I love college.
*
Somehow— I have no idea WHAT happened, but SOMEHOW I ended up rooming with Spot, Racetrack, and ITEY for our whole stay in Beaver Creek. That meant four nights. FOUR NIGHTS sleeping in the same room as Itey.
I shudder just remembering it.
And, naturally, there were three beds and one couch. Spot got the king- sized bed because he has some serious ego problems, Race and Itey got the two twin beds, and, as I should have expected, I got landed on the couch.
Dammit.
And guess what? I was woken up at 6:00 in the freakin' morning (which is really 8:00 because of the time difference --- but I was still extremely sleepy) by Racetrack. And do you know what he was doing?
Hmm. This is a tough one.
He had finally located the CD player that Spot and I had so carefully hidden, and he was jumping up and down on the couch listening to "On a Plain" by Nirvana.
Yes, he was jumping up and down on the couch. The couch upon which I was supposedly sleeping. And he had turned Nirvana on so loud it was causing the walls to vibrate.
"START THIS OFF WITHOUT ANY WORDS! I GOT SO HIGH I SCRATCHED TILL I BLED! LOVE MYSELF BETTER THAN YOU! I KNOW IT'S WRONG BUT WHAT SHOULD I DO!"
"AAAH, RACE, TURN IT FREAKIN' DOWN!" I hollered, trying to get off the couch before he crushed my ... never mind.
"NO! THIS IS THE BEST SONG IN THE WORLD!" Race hollered back.
Well if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, I suppose. I took his outstretched hand, and the two of us bounced around on the couch. "I'M ON A PLAIN! I CAN'T COMPLAIN! I'M ON A PLAIN! I CAN'T COMPLAIN!!"
A shirtless and obviously half-asleep Spot came out his room, yawning and running his fingers through his hair. Without a word he went over to the CD player, unplugged it, and went back into his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Asshole," said Race.
Just then someone knocked on the door of our condo. "Who is it?" said Race in a falsetto voice. I don't know why, but he always answers the door like that.
"Snitch," said Snitch from the other side of the door. "Are you decent?" he asked Britishly.
"Depends on what you consider 'decent'," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the door. Snitch was apparently trying to decide whether he was going to risk seeing us "indecent". In the end he must have decided he would risk it, because he laughed and opened the door.
I swear that the minute that kid came into the room, that song by JET filled the air. "So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me because you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine! Said you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine! Oh 4, 5, 6, c'mon and get your kicks! Now you don't need money when you look like that, do ya honey!"
Yeah, my life came complete with a soundtrack and everything. Sad, ain't it?
But seriously! I mean there I was in my boxers, jumping up and down on the bed with Race (who had no shirt on and was wearing bright red PJ pants with snowmen and pineapples all over them) and Snitch came in looking like an angel sent from God.
He tilted his head to the side and looked us over. "You know, if I didn't know you guys better I'd interpret this in a very sick way," he said. He winked at me. I blushed.
Racetrack didn't miss a beat. He bowed. "Diggin' the pants, Snitch?" he said cockily. "Skitts and I were just listening to Nirvana—" he raised his voice and shouted at Spot's closed door "—BEFORE SPOT CAME AND TURNED IT FREAKIN' OFF!"
"FUCK OFF, RACE, I FEEL LIKE SHIT!" Spot yelled back.
"Well that's all well and good, but DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON NIRVANA, MAN!" Race sobbed.
Snitch raised an eyebrow. "Okay, dude, I think this Nirvana thing has gotten to a point where it has developed into an unhealthy obsession," he said slowly.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a shit," said Race, and he promptly went over to the CD player to see if he could plug it back in.
Snitch and I looked at each other, trying not to laugh. "So you wanna go skiing sometime soon?" he said finally.
"At 6:00 in the morning?"
He shrugged, smiling.
"Why're you up, anyway? I mean if it were up to me, I'd still be sleeping right now," I said.
He shrugged again. I raised an eyebrow, but let it go. It wasn't any of my business anyway.
"START THIS OFF WITHOUT ANY WORDS! I GOT SO HIGH I SCRATCHED TILL I BLED!"
"Aha, THERE we go!" Race yelled at Spot's closed door. "TAKE THAT, Mr. I'm- too-cool-for-Nirvana! HA! MWAHAHAHA!! I AM THE KEEPER OF THE CD PLAYER! BOW AND FEAR ME!!!!! I RULE OVER YOU ALL---"
"RACETRACK HIGGINS, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DOOR!!!" Spot yelled from his room.
"NO! I SHALL NOT! I AM THE EATER OF THE PINEAPPLE, AND YOU ARE THE PINEAPPLE, AND I RULE OVER YOU ALL WITH A --- AAAAAH, SPOT, I WAS JUST KIDDING--- NO, DON'T TOUCH ME, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY---"
Snitch and I watched with amusement as Spot tackled Race to the ground and proceeded to almost knock him out --- and then he unplugged the CD player again.
Snitch turned to me. "I have a feeling this is going to be going on for quite a while. Ya wanna come over to our place for breakfast? I think Cowboy's out of bed by now, and he's always fun to poke when he's still half-asleep."
*
"AAAH! WHERE'S MR. FREDDY'S MITTEN???"
"It's right here, Itey, you dropped it when you were getting in line for the gondola."
"Oh, thank GOODNESS, Skittery! I love you!"
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do! I love you very much, and so does Mr. Freddy. Isn't that right, Freddy?"
"Dear God, what did I ever do to deserve this???"
Snitch laughed. He was looking incredibly cute in a green ski jacket and a hat that was too big for him; it went down over his eyes every once and a while, so he kept having to push it up with a mittened hand.
Yes, he was wearing mittens. DROOL.
I was currently squished between Itey and Bumlets on one side of the gondola. Blink and Mush were sitting next to Snitch on the other side, giggling hysterically. They had just witnessed Jack's reaction to the stunning information that no snowboarders are allowed in Beaver Creek, and it was very funny. Dave and Boots were at the Bunny Slope at the base of the mountain this very minute, trying to teach him how to ski. Dude, I really wish I were there to watch.
I'm a pretty average skier, I think. I can do all blues and most blacks. So can Snitch and Bumlets, and Blink and Mush kind of do everything. I had no idea what level Itey was at; I had never seen him ski.
Spot and Race were up at the other mountain doing double black diamonds. Yeah, I know; not that long ago they were both at each other's throats. What can I say? They are quick to forgive.
The gondola reached the top and we all got out and put our skis on. Itey took a great deal of time making sure Mr. Freddy was all bundled up with his little mittens, scarf, and ski goggles.
Yeah, you heard me right. He had mini ski goggles for his teddy bear.
Shoot me.
Eventually, we got Itey and Mr. Freddy out of the gondola area and onto the slopes. That was the tricky part. Once we were on the actual mountain, he sped ahead without any difficulty.
He's a surprising guy. Itey, I mean. You'd think he would be completely clumsy at all times, but he's actually a fabulous skier. You'd never expect it from him.
We all met at the bottom; Itey first, me and Snitch next, then Bumlets, and Blink and Mush bringing up the rear. "Hey, is that Specs and Dutchy over there?" said Bumlets suddenly.
"I don't think so, their mouths aren't touching," said Snitch.
I laughed. "Nah, that's them. I recognize Dutchy's jacket."
We skied over to them to find them doubled over, laughing hysterically. "Are you guys ok?" said Mush, looking concerned.
"No," Specs managed to gasp, clinging to Dutchy for support.
"What happened?" Blink asked.
That brought another wave of laughter from the pair of them, and Dutchy simply tipped sideways and continued to giggle on the ground. It was the weirdest thing ever. The six of us waited patiently until the laughter died down a little and Specs looked ready to explain.
"So we were on the Bunny Slope, right?" he began, still grinning with anticipation. "Dave had given up trying to teach Jack how to ski, so Boots had been left with him all by himself. So Dave comes with us to one of the Triples, and we try to get on --- but he must have been real tired or something because his ski tip got caught in the snow and he just got dragged off the lift and onto the ground."
I started to laugh.
"But that's not the half of it!! So we ski down to get him and demand to know what happened, and as we get on the lift the second time he tried to show us how his ski got caught. So he was tilting the tip down to show what happened, and then it got caught in the snow and he got pulled off again!" Specs giggled.
"Are you kidding me?" laughed Bumlets.
"Wait --- so then we had decided it wasn't safe to go up with Dave, so we went up by ourselves and Dave went up with some other girl," Dutchy continued. "For some reason he was under the impression that it was Jack's new girlfriend Amber --- again, we think he is a little tired --- and so he was talking to her like an old friend and all that good stuff. And so she was like 'Well where do you live?' and he answers 'Oh, not too far from Jack'. But it turns out that the girl was not Amber, she was a complete stranger."
Man, were we laughing pretty damn hard by then. "Can you IMAGINE that?" Dutchy panted. "'Where do you live?' 'Oh, near Jack.' And the girl was too polite to go 'Who the hell is Jack??' so she just let him talk to her like he had known her forever..."
Snitch looked up at the mountain. "Where is Dave?"
"Oh he's coming. Pissed off and embarrassed, but he is coming," said Specs, looking up too.
And come he did. We all pretended not to laugh as he came huffing and puffing down the mountain, glaring at everybody. "It was NOT funny" was all he said before he went down to go back up the lift again.
Itey tutted sadly. "Poor kid. He was really starting to grow on me."
*
Itey, Snitch and I decided to take the last run of the day together on the Triple. I wasn't quite as fed up with Itey at the moment because a.) he didn't talk as much when he was skiing, and b.) it wasn't a small, confined area. 'Cause he needs WIDE OPEN SPAAAAAAACES!! ROOM TO MAKE HIS BIG MISTAAAAAKES!!
Ahem. I'll be fine.
We reached the top and got off. "Where to?" said Snitch.
"I wanna ski Jackrabbit Alley again, that one's awesome," said Itey, cuddling Mr. Freddy (who was quite frozen by now --- literally).
"That's ok with me." Snitch looked at me. "Do you wanna do that one?"
"Sure, why not?"
We headed down Lord until we reached Jackrabbit Alley. It was a narrow mogul run that we had taken several times before. "Ya wanna go first?" Snitch asked.
"Sure..." I leaned foreword and skied into Jackrabbit Alley, automatically getting into my mogul frame of mind. Back, fourth, back, fourth ... man, my legs were killing me. I could hear Snitch behind me, and vaguely Itey behind him. The three of us zigzagged across the run. Back, fourth, back --- WHAM!
Itey's ski had caught on some branch that had been strewn across the snow. He had fallen and slid into Snitch, who had in turn collapsed and slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. Mr. Freddy flew out of Itey's arms. We all watched as he soared in a high arc in the sky, and, as if in slow motion, hit the ground and began to slide. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" Itey bellowed, flinging himself after his beloved teddy bear.
Snitch and I saw him catch up to the bear and sit down on the ground, embracing him tightly. It was very funny.
Snitch tried to get up. We were positioned so that I was curled up sideways on the slope and he was sort of draped across my stomach. Upside- down.
"Here, let me help you." I offered him my gloved hand, and he took it in his mittened one. Our eyes met.
Before I knew it he had slowly leaned foreword and our lips brushed together for a second. His tongue ran lightly over my lips, our breath misting out in front of us. Then he lurched back, apparently astonished at what he had just done.
"I'll --- dude, I'll meet you at the bottom," he said, and skied down as quickly as he could.
I lay there long after he had skied away. Wondering whether or not to smile and do a dance of victory.
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Shoutouts!!!
quietviolence: Yeah, I love Nirvana! That's hysterical, what happened to your friend. Anyway, thanks for the review! I love Itey with a teddy bear, too, it makes me very happy.
Thumbsucker Snitch: I know, I love Itey!! And I'm sorry, is this enough "Snittery" for you? (aaah, that's the funniest thing I have ever heard in my life, I cracked up when I read it!!) I tried to put more into this chapter, but my muses are revolting against me. They claim I don't feed them enough.
kellyanne: Aaah, thank you so much for the review!!! (You're like my hero, I love your writing) I melted when I read that you melted! Wow, that was weird ... Anyway, thanks a lot, babe (lol).
ershey: Race is EXTREMELY cool!!! Well, my portrayal of Race isn't really, but Racetrack in general is extremely cool! lol, I used to shove my face in front of other people when they had their eyes closed too, but I haven't done that in a while ... hmm. I should try that when I get back to school.
SpotLover421: I wrote this shoutout a while ago, and I had said "Hooray, you can review!" But now you've been able to review for a while, so I'm not going to say that ... Anyway, I'm glad you like it! Thank you for the review!!