07: Sledding: Bridgette and Geoff

Bridgette and Geoff had a lot in common. Both loved summer, were pretty awesome surfers, and were blonde. On surface value, they almost had too much in common. But that was just what people who didn't actually know them thought. Like when the couple would hold hands on the beach before hitting a killer wave. She saw the way people looked at them together. They approved, obviously, because people who had so much in common should be together, right? Right. Or wrong, she wasn't sure really. Did it matter even? If she was different than him, did that mean their relationship would fail?

No. She knew this because they were different and had lasted through so much crap that it was impossible for them to ever be done completely. She would never get tired of waking up to the smell of sea water in his hair and his sandpaper feet tangled with hers underneath the sheets. She would never lose sight of what was really important between them, and that was that they loved each other. Body, mind and soul, no matter what. He was hers, and she was his.

They survived high school, "Total Drama" in all its forms, college, moves, career changes, all of it, and here they were now with two homes. One was beach front property for when the ice melted, and the other was in the city when it got too cold to surf. Although, in Geoff's opinion, it was never too cold to surf.

That was one of their differences. Geoff was adaptive. He could handle anything thrown at him and he wouldn't even bat an eyelash. Just the other day the power went off because their payment was late and he just shrugged, fished around for candles, and ordered Tia food on his cell. Bridgette hated when things didn't go how she planned and she had a fit when the electricity was cut. She called the power company in a rage and while she didn't solve much, that was how she handled things.

Geoff didn't mind her style though. He had mastered her uppity nature after "Total Drama" and even got her to relax when not surfing which was a miracle some days. During the Christmas season, one of her favourite things to do was take a carriage ride around the main park in the city. She always booked ahead just to be sure she had a chance to take the outing with Geoff, but that year, plans changed.

"What do you mean you're all booked up?! The ground isn't even fully covered with snow yet!" Bridgette exclaimed, stamping her foot on the hardwood floor for good measure. The woman on the other end apologized but said there was nothing she could do. The pro-surfer and business executive huffed and hung up. Now what?

Just then, Geoff came back from his job as a chef at one of the local restaurants. He hung up his cowboy hat and shuffled over to her with a large bag in hand. He pecked her cheek and asked her about her day.

"Fantastic till now. We can't go on our yearly sleigh ride," she pouted, her childish nature coming through.

Geoff shrugged. "No worries babe. I've got a back-up plan."

"Oh? What kind of plan?"

Geoff pulled out two round saucers that kids used to toboggan down hills. "Sledding!"

Bridgette thought he wasn't serious at first. When she realized he was, she couldn't stop giggled. "Geoff, hun, are you serious? That's for kids!"

He shrugged. "Everyone's a kid at heart babe. Come on, don't you wanna feel that rush of going down a hill at full speed, the wind in your hair, just like with surfing, except with snow?"

She had to admit, he did paint a pretty picture. The twenty-five year old sighed and took the blue one. "Oh alright. Just let me see if I still have ski pants." She turned and headed to their bedroom.

"Check the closet! They were gonna be a Christmas present."

"Ski pants for your girlfriend? Really Geoff?"

"What can I say, I'm a romantic," he chuckled.

Bridgette playfully rolled her eyes as she dug around the cramped space. "You sure are," she muttered.