Hey everyone, welcome to day 10 of the Hart of Dixie countdown to Christmas!

Enjoy!

"I told you that I wasn't going to be much help in teaching you how to snowboard," Zoe laughed, shaking as much snow from her body as she could before entering the lodge. They had spent a good chunk of their day outside. They had conquered the smaller slopes, and for their part,

they had moved onto the bit harder slopes that they were having trouble with. More so Wade, as she was starting to regain her footing so to speak on her skies.

"I might have spent the same amount of time on my as…butt as the first few tries, but this time it was definitely better," Wade told her, being careful of his language, his mom's voice in his head over the use of swear words around Zoe. He wiped the little bit of snow from himself. "And we almost made it all the way down the hill on that last run," he commented, pushing the door open for Zoe to enter first. A feat in itself, when it comes to his ability with his feet strapped to a board.

"I would have," Zoe stated, entering the lobby of the lodge, and peeling her coat off. "If I remember correctly it was you who had grabbed onto me to keep yourself balanced and took us both down," she smugly stated. She found it funny when he took her down like she finds it funny now. This has been the most fun she's had since arriving, and her mind has been filled with Wade and not what her dad could be doing.

"Yeah, not my finest moment," Wade said, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn't meant to pull Zoe down with him, it was a gut reaction to reach out and grab what was closest to him to keep him upright, and that happened to be Zoe.

It wasn't like the movies where they roll down the hill together, having a moment when they come to a stop, realizing they love each other. It was more like they each turned into a human snowball. Perfect to place on the bottom and middle of a snowman, complete with a carrot for a nose. There was nothing romantic or sweet about it, they'll have a few bruises in no time.

"Let's be honest, you didn't have a fine moment out there," Zoe teased, as she made her way over to the couch they shared last night. They've only claimed the couch once, but it feels like it's theirs while they're together. She'll have to remember to ask him when he leaves to head back to Alabama.

"Sorry, we can't all be an ice princess," Wade teased, frowning seeing the smile wipe off Zoe's face, not sure what he had said wrong. "Shit, Zoe, not like that," he sighed, his words registering.

"No, it's fine, I know you didn't mean anything by it," Zoe smiled half-heartedly at him. She knows that he was joking, unlike the kids at her school, filled with rich snobby kids, much like herself, but here miles away from her home, she feels she can be herself, especially around Wade. She has no desire to be a stuck-up bitch to get what she wants when all she wants is a friendship with Wade, which she can achieve by being herself.

"It still wasn't right, because I don't see you as that, you've been nothing but fun since you stopped crying on me," he told her, trying to lighten the mood.

"Thank you for that by the way," she told him. She doesn't think she thanked him, telling him she was sorry for her actions and staining his shirt, but it slipped her mind to thank him for giving her comfort and not ridiculing her for crying.

"You don't have to thank me for that Zoe, any decent person would have done what I did," he told her, feeling uncomfortable over the small gratitude.

"We both know, that no one else in this place would have blinked an eye to help you," Wade grumbled, offended for Zoe.

"Wade, it was nice of you to do that, and I appreciate you for helping me, and I thank you for that service," she told him, placing her hand on his.

"You're welcome, Zoe, it was how I was raised, we all need someone," he told her, quickly standing up. "Hungry?" He asked, heading to the buffet, without her answer.

Sighing, Zoe fell back into the couch, watching Wade, gather food on his plate, overfilling it much like she had the previous night. She didn't mean to embarrass or make him feel uncomfortable over being there for her. He should know that his actions were admirable and not just cast to the side. What Wade did for her was more than just him being nice to a strange girl that needed help. That means quite a lot to her.

"I got a bit of everything," he told her placing a few different plates down. "Hold on," he told her, walking back over to the buffet to where the drink station is at.

Smiling, Zoe swiped a brownie, nibbling on the soft, chewy, chocolate square. Yeah, he was raised as one of the good ones for sure. It's going to be hard to leave here, knowing that their friendship ends when they walk out the doors of the resort for the last time, heading back to essentially the real world that is waiting for them.

"They were out of orange juice, but they had apple," he says placing a glass in front of Zoe.

"Apple is fine," Zoe said, swallowing the bite of brownie in her mouth. "How much longer are you here for?" Zoe asked, wanting to switch off topic about thanking him. What better way than to remind the both of them that their time as friends is going to end at any point in the near future.

"Another five days or so, I think," Wade frowned. "We weren't told too many details about this family vacation," he explained to her. "We didn't get a choice in coming, but I'm glad that I did," he smiled, grabbing a cookie. "What about you?" He asked, popping a chunk of his cookie into his mouth. "Not about being forced on coming here since you wanted to be here," he teased.

"If I didn't choose to come here, you'd be sitting in your room, having a meltdown about your poor snowboarding skills," she teased him.

"Hardy har har," Wade grumbled, tossing a chunk of his cookie at her. "How long do I get the privilege of listening to your awesome jokes?" He asked with a rough patch of sarcasm laced through his voice, a smile plastered on his face, wanting her to know that he was joking.

"A week," she informed him. "Unless my mom decides to end the vacation early," she sighs. Because that is something that her mom could very well possibly do to her. End their vacation early, as she has done in the past all because work is more important than anything else in her life.

"Then we have fun while we can," Wade told her, holding his glass of apple juice up. "What do you say?" He asked.

"I say, we have the best damn vacation so that we don't forget the memories we made here," she told him, clinking her glass against his, a smile on her face.