So this is what happens when I get bored... I hate myself for this...

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

"We're almost back to the lodge. It's o.k." Shane said, turning his head to get a better look at Reed whom he was half dragging across the slope. This was made difficult by his ski mask, goggles, and scarf.

"Ow." was all he said in response.

"Well you did say you'd skied before." Shane pointed out.

"On the east coast though." sighed Reed, making a mental note to never ever again think the Rockies would be anything like Appalachia.

"The east coast doesn't even really count as skiing if you ask me." Shane answered, with the air of superiority only the very rich and spoiled could muster. Reed didn't catch this of course, as he was extraordinarily rich and spoiled himself.

"Yes, well mother thought the mountains there would be safer there."

"They're Reed sized." Shane joked. The smaller boy pouted unhappily at the jab to his height.

"Aw. I'm sorry. Don't be mad. It's my fault. I should have known the slope was too hard."

Reed continued to look upset.

"I promise to get you hot chocolate." Shane added, smiling hopefully, his eyebrows doing a weird spasm on his forehead, as he tried to do puppy- dog eyes. Reed's anger wavered, but his expression didn't change.

"What if I kiss it to make it all feel better?" said Shane after a moment, giving Reed an innocent look. Reed rolled his eyes, but smiled. Suddenly they were in the snow, Shane having tackled Reed.


"OhmygodIamsosorry!" yelled Shane, immediately rolling off Reed. "I completely forgot about your ankle!" Reed giggled a bit at Shane's expression.

"You know it's really not so bad down here in the snow. As long as there's someone to keep you warm."

Shane thought Reed looked like an angel at that moment. Cheeks flushed, fluffy, strawberry blonde hair sticking out from his hat as he lay sprawled in the snow.

"Now how about that kiss?"