Oh my gosh you guys, I'm so sorry. I had a family emergency so my entire weekend was complete chaos. But I'm back home and back on track! I hope you guys understand! Tomorrow I'll be back to my normal schedule 12-3. Anyways, so sorry about the delay, I know that's annoying.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

xxx

July 2007: Colorado Ski Slopes

"Bella, would you just breathe?" Rosalie's voice washes over me as she squeezes my hand.

Breathe? Oh yeah, I'm just going to be jumping off this lift to my impending doom, no biggie.

I gasp for air, metal images of me flying down the hill screaming like bloody murder before I slam into a tree invade my mind. Of all the vacations, why couldn't we just go on a cruise or something?

"This is a bad idea Rose," I stutter. "You don't understand, I don't know what I'm doing!" I say, my voice rising.

Rosalie's eyes narrow and her grip on my hand tightens.

"You are freaking yourself out, it's not that bad, you'll be fine, I promise," she says.

She's trying to comfort me.

It's not working.

The lift jolts a little and I nearly scream.

"Jesus Christ Bella, you're going to have a panic attack," she says.

Well no shit Sherlock, thanks for finally catching on.

I clutch my ski rods. Just breathe, you can do this Bella, it's not as if you're going die. Rosalie releases my hand and shifts in her seat.

"Ready, it's almost time to jump," she says.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! My eyes scan the white slopes beneath me, if I wasn't damn near hyperventilating, I'd think it was beautiful.

Oh my god. Okay Bella, just jump. Jump and ski, it can't be that hard right? I think I'm going to be sick.

"Let's go," Rosalie says pulling my arm before jumping.

I yelp as her action causes me to lose balance and tumble my way out landing belly first in the snow.

Groaning, I stumble to a standing position and wipe the snow off my face. Well, that wasn't too bad. The worst part is over. I drag myself over to the side, staring at the downward slope before me. It seems to go on for miles. Wow, it really is beautiful.

Bracing myself, I get into position. Okay, they showed you how to do this. If you need to stop, just do the V move.

I push off.

The cold wind whips across my face, my heart beat skyrockets. I feel like I'm flying. A smile unfolds across my face, laughter escapes my mouth. This is amazing! All previous fear and worries melt away as I fly down the hill.

Except there's one issue.

The orange mesh fence coming into view at the bottom.

And I'm currently flying towards it.

Oh shit! Make yourself stop! My legs go to the V position but it doesn't do anything.

My heart beats wildly for an entirely different reason.

Oh my god! It's not working! It's not working!

My hands drop the ski rods, my legs go into a spread eagle and this high pitched noise fills my ears.

It's coming from me.

I'm screaming like a banshee with my arms flailing as I fly down the hill. I notice people around me whipping their backs, staring, but I don't care. Because that orange mesh fence is coming rapidly into view.

Oh my god. I'm going to die! I knew this was a bad idea and now I'm going to die!

"She's going to hit it!" someone screams.

The people at the bottom start yelling, diving out of the way as my skis trip over each other and I tumble face first into the fence.

I just lay there, eyes closed, my hands and skis tangled in the fence. Ugh, please just let me die. I hand taps on my shoulder.

"You okay there?" It's a male voice.

I groan a little and roll over.

My heart stops.

Blonde hair, the prettiest blue eyes, cheeks flushed. I think he's an angel. God, how more cliché could you be Bella? But hot damn, he is just so hot. A blush creeps up my cheeks. This would have been perfect. If I wasn't tangled into the fence, having screamed like chicken with it's head cut off.

Suddenly I have the urge to melt into the snow.

Mr. Hotness crouches down in front of me with a frown.

"Does anything hurt," he asks.

"Yes, my pride," I mumble out.

Shit, I just said that out loud.

He flashes me a smile and laughs, his body relaxes as his arms wrap around me to help me to a standing position. Can I just melt into you please?

He wipes some snow off my face with his gloved hand and steadies me.

"Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he says.

I'm mortified.

"Well, hand-eye coordination was never my strong suit," I say with a grimace.

He laughs.

"Well, thanks for um," I say gesturing to the fence. "For um helping me up."

He smiles at me and my cheeks flame up again. God this is so embarrassing.

"I'm Mike," he says holding his hand out and I shake it.

"Bella," I say.

"Well Bella, is your family here? I could help you find them?" He says looking around.

Suddenly a sharp pain radiate up from my ankle. Shit, I think it's sprained.

"Uh, yeah, if you don't mind," I say limping forward.

He looks down at my leg and frowns.

"You probably shouldn't walk on that right now," he says. "Why don't you take your skis off and I'll carry you on my back."

I have to physically keep myself from squealing. Jesus, chill out.

"Uh, sure, thank you," I say with a smile.

He helps me take off my skis and hoists me on his back. My head leans on his shoulders some. His hair smells nice. I almost sigh. We trek to to the lodge, him cracking jokes and me giggling like some stupid, silly girl.

As we make it inside the lodge, I see my father and Edward's back. My dad's eyes go wide and rushes over to me.

"Bella, what on earth happened?" He asks and Edward turns around.

His eyes meet mine, wide with worry before seeing Mike. They narrow for a moment. He looks angry. He strides over to us.

"Just a minor accident," Mike says as he helps me to my seat.

"I think I sprained my ankle," I say to my dad.

My dad crouches down and looks at my ankle.

"We should probably get you to the room," he says.

Edward looks at Mike, his stance rigid and his face annoyed.

"I'll take her dad," he says.

Mike turns back to me and smiles.

"Hopefully I see you around Bella," he says with a wink.

I think I just died.

Suddenly I'm being swooped up in Edward's arms.

"Come on," he grumbles.

I wave at Mike before calling out, "Thanks for helping me!"

Edward stomps to to the elevator.

What's got his panties in a twist?

Ooh, Bella's got a crush. On Mike. Ew. Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter.

P.S. (the bit with Bella flying down the hill and wiping out the orange mesh fence actually happened to me. Except no cute guy helped me. Just a kid who was laughing his face off. Worst vacation EVER.)

Hope you guys enjoyed that, once again, sorry for the delay! Please let me know what you think!