This was a dumb idea. Just plain idiotic. Mind-numbingly stupid. Why anyone would ever travel to Canada, is beyond anything Nick can fathom. Why his parents would take him to Whistler when he can't ski or snowboard, is just crazy. Nick would totally be fine with it if he could laze by the indoor pool, relax in a jacuzzi or waste time in the arcade; he could have salvaged this dumb vacation. But no, his parents had signed him up for snowboard lessons.
Beginner snowboard lesson.
Which is why Nick is standing in new snow gear, and stupid uncomfortable boots, grasping a shiny snowboard, surrounded by children half his size. Half his age too. He screams beginner, and it's just embarrassing.
The guy running this class is a joke too. Some poor schmuck who got stuck in this shit town, life going nowhere, an overexcited, bouncy, ball of smiles. Just Nick's luck, this guy is doing nothing for his mood. He's a teenager, he's supposed to be angst-ridden and melodramatic. His life is fucking over.
Nick's not even paying attention to how attractive this guy is. James, or Jake, or Joe, something that starts with a J. He doesn't look fat in his snow pants, or red ski-resort regulated jacket. He doesn't have to wear a stupid helmet, his ski goggles resting on his hat. The hot pink bandanna tied around his neck doesn't look stupid, even though it totally is. What good does a bandanna do around your neck when you're not a cowboy in an old Western movie?
Nick didn't actually mean to say that out loud. But he doesn't have time to feel guilty before Jack is laughing, bending at the waist, hands resting on his knees.
James', Jake's or Joe's board is all scratched up from years of use; it's hard to question his credibility. Not that it's a good idea to ever question a teacher's credibility, even if they teach something as stupid as snowboarding.
Turns out his name is Joe. He smiles bright, flashing straight, white teeth, as leads his "students" over to the bunny hill, rambling on and on about the joys of snowboarding, and how the easiest way to learn is to try. Bullshit.
They don't even get the privilege of taking the magic carpet up the hill (note the sarcasm). The get to walk about 1/4 way up the hill, before Joe has the sit down.
"Okay kids, I'm sure when you got your boards you decided which is your dominant foot. I'm gonna need you to strap that foot into your board. Tightly, but not too tight, don't wanna cut of circulation." Nick straps his right foot to the board, careful not to cut of circulation (again note the sarcasm). Joe checks everyone's foot to make sure it's in right. "Now I need to guys to stand up, keep you boards perpendicular to the hill, so you don't slide down.
Nick stands up precariously, already feeling uncomfortable with his foot strapped to what is essentially a decorated piece of wood. After Joe steadies the kid who couldn't stand up, he quickly straps his foot to his own board.
"Okay, now we're going to slide down the hill. We need to do this carefully. One at a time, I repeat, one at a time, we're going to slide our boards parallel with the hill, dominant foot forward, and then we're going to bring our back foot and place it snuggly against our other binding. We're going to start with outward turns. As you near the bottom, dig the heel of your board into the hill, if you turn sharply, you'll stop, if it's more gradual, then it's more of a turn. Watch me, and then big kid, you're first." Nick bristles at the name, ignoring Joe's wink.
Joe slides down the hill effortlessly, digging his heels in lightly, turning his board. Once he comes to a complete stop, he calls out for Nick to go.
Nick's first time doesn't go so well. He goes too fast, and doesn't understand the whole science of stopping gracefully. He ends up with a face full of snow. Joe is obviously a shitty teacher.
That is the only logical explanation.
It's too much effort to get up, so Nick lies there, closing his eyes against the air of the sun.
"Hey! Kid, you okay?" Nick blinks, Joe's leaning over him, smiling wide, obviously taking pleasure in Nick's embarrassment. "Can you get up?"
"Yes I can get up!" Okay, so Nick didn't mean to snap, but he's definitely not helpless. Joe backs off, waiting for Nick to completely right himself.
"Now what went wrong and how do I fix it?" Joe grins.
"Snowboarding is more of an 'at first you don't succeed, try, try again' kind of sport."
"It's hardly a sport," Nick mutters. Joe's face darkens for just a second.
"You suck nonetheless." His voice is clipped, not even close to as light and happy as it was before.
"I don't suck, you suck!" Joe grins again. "Sorry. How do I get better?" Joe pats his shoulder, glancing up at the rest of the students, and then looking back to Nick.
"Private lessons could be helpful, because I'm really spending way to much time talking to you, no offence. I have an opening at 3, it's yours if you want."
Ok well I'm just gonna come right out and say it...I didn't really like this.And I'm know you might be like:Well fuck you too.I didn't want you to like it.Or maybe your like:Ok.And you move on with your life.But I know with you being you you'll make this in to something totally kick ass.
p.s. I wouldn't normaly say that but god damnit its about fucking time you get 45 comments.So here I am.
jonasy878992 1 year ago
@jonasy878992 Um...what?
lighterheart69 1 year ago