Someone like you

Chapter four

I feel to shy to walk into the enclosed crowded ski shop, instead I wait across the square for them to come out. I begin to feel like a stalker, but then, I feel like I'm craving their company. The first warm company I've had in a while.
It's been a while, and there's no sign of them. I feel my heart slowly sinking. I didn't realise how hopeful I was, until hope was fading fast. I know that if I'm not back soon, Dad will mad, again. I turn and leave. When I get to the door of the apartment, I hear the shouting seeping through the door. My heart sinks to rock bottom. I take a breath, and open the door.
Ross' prov:
We finally get our boots and skis. Rydel was being moody and fussy. Her and Ellington's feud is still going strong. It was inevitable with a girl like my sister. We walk out the store, boots on, skis in hand. We head for the nearest ski lift, eager to get one slope in before the lifts close. And then I see her. But she's walking away. The sadness in the way she walks makes my heart ache.
"Alex" I shout, starting to walk towards her.
"Dude, come on. We need to get up the mountain before the lifts close" Riker says puting a hand on my shoulder.
"But I have no way of contacting her" desperation pulses through me. Every inch of me aching to be near her.
"she's one girl"
"No she's not" I say. A crowd passes in front of us. And she's gone, lost in the moment.
"If she's not a girl then what is she?" Riker says laughing and turning away to head to the lift.
"I don't know yet.......but I want to" I turn away. The rest of the day was fantastic, but my mind was else where. All my thoughts leading back to her. She's going to be the death of me.

Days pass, and there's no sign of her. I'm enjoying the skiing and am getting pretty good. But my thoughts always wind themselves back to her. I hardly know the girl, and she's driving me crazy. I spoke to her for 2 hours, and I feel like I know her. But the frustrating part is that I know that I don't know her. I don't know what she's scared of, what makes her smile. What her darkest secrets are, what her favourite thing in the whole world is to do. But I want to. I want to know how to make her feel better. Despite only talking to her for 2 hours, I could see that something is happening behind the scenes. I can't shake the image of her walking away. Head down. Shoulders slumped. As if the whole world was on her shoulders, and there was no escape. She inspires me. New songs have been coming to me every hour. Just bits and pieces, but I know they can be something great.

"Ross" my thoughts are interrupted and I once again become aware of the freezing wind that is pelting us "Ross" Rydel says, more irritated this time

"What" I nearly shout. Why did I have to get stuck on the lift with her? I need a distraction from my thoughts, not new ones about murder.

"Get your fucking skis of the bar, we're nearly at the top"

"Fine" I snap back, lifting my skis of the bar.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I'm fine"

"It's that girl, isn't it?" I don't reply "I personally think she's a lying slut" I clench my jaw. Don't retaliate, I think, shuffling forward on the chair lift seat as the bar is lifted up. "I mean, she obviously knew who you where, she listens to our music, she's just playing you" We approach the snow ramp, I get off as soon as I can. I slide down the ramp and hockey stop next to Rocky.

"Asshole" I whisper to him. He laughs.

"I wasn't going on the lift with her, its every man for himself"

"You should have been with her, but you shoved me out the way"

"I was on with her last lift"

"No you weren't, I was!" Ellington interrupts

"Well its Riker's turn next time" I say

"Or maybe we can put her on her own" all three of us laugh.

"What's so funny" Rydel asks stopping next to us.

"Just saying how my fingers are freezing off" I say, zipping my ski jacket up further

"Wimp" She says, carrying on to look over Riker's shoulder at the map. He conveniently shuts it as she approaches.

"There's a cafe half way down this blue, we can stop there for lunch" He says, ignoring Rydel and turning to the rest of us. She doesn't even notice the obvious attempt to be rude.

"Thank god" Rocky says "I'm freezing my balls off"

"Same" I say setting off down the slope. I've gotten much better at skiing. I go much faster than I used to, but not always with a recommended amount of control. I dodge around people as I go, nearly knocking out a kid in the process. I hear the parents cursing.

"Sorry" I shout behind me. It doesn't take long for me to spot the cafe. Rocky zooms past me, obviously eager to get in the warm. I follow in hot pursuit. The cold wind scraping my cheeks. I approach the cafe fast, and realize I need to stop quickly. I spot Rocky, stopped taking his skis off next to a mound of powder. I set my target and fire. I keep up my speed. At the last minute I do a hockey stop Right next to Rocky, sending powder all over him. The snow settles. He is standing with his arms out. His brown hair is now white and so is the rest of him.

"I....am......going.......to.......kill......you" he says slowly. I quickly undo my skis and start to make shift run in my boots. I hurtle through the door, and quickly take in my surroundings. Then I stop. My eyes resting on the girl with brown plats and sky blue eyes. I'd know that face anywhere, it's been in my head for days. A smile rests on her face as she locks eyes with mine. I made that happen. My heart begins to pump out of control. Her eyes shift to behind me and she covers her mouth laughing. I'm about to turn around when I suddenly feel ice cold on the back of my neck, sliding down my back and heir laughing behind me.

Alex's prov:

It's been five days. The holidays nearly over. I haven't seen him. Once I go home there's no chance that I'll ever see him again. I'll go back to fucking Grantham and he'll go back to America. I'm excited to be leaving Grantham. I'm going to study art in London. The city will be a wonderful change from the bland streets of Grantham. But I will never see him again. The boy who sent shock waves through my body at the slightest touch. Who could lighten my day with a single smile. I could really use his smile, and those deep brown eyes. It's so stupid because I've only spoken to him for two hours, but it feels like I've known him for years. All adding to my torcher. Dad's mood hasn't wavered, but at least me and Jess are united. I slowly eat my chips. I'm about to pick another one when I hear someone burst through the door of the cafe. I turn to see him. His cheeks red from the cold. His blond hair with flakes of quickly melting snow. His brown eyes. Oh those dark brown eyes, warming me from the inside. I feel a smile spread like a virus across my face as our eyes lock. It catches fast as his mouth quirks up into a smile.

I look behind him and see Rocky with a hand full of snow, ready to shove it down Ross' back. I can't help but laugh and try to hide it with my hand. His smile turns to shock as the snow is shoved down his back. A little squeal escapes him and he does a little jig on the spot as the snow slides down his back. It takes all the effort I have not to burst out laughing. But I feel like my heart might burst with anticipation of having him closer to me.