🌨️| growing up in the sunny side of LA was the best thing ever.

Spending all of your days at the beach and of course surfing was one of you’re favorite things ever.

That’s until you got moved halfway across the world to France.

And now, this wasn’t Paris, Fance.

It was in the Alps, where you’re grandfather’s Ski Lodge was built.

It was cold and of course no water with waves to surf in.

Honestly, it was torture.

And you didn’t think it could get worse.

That’s until you met Noah Hart.

It all started when you were walking across the landing area for snowboarders trying to help your Grandfather.

That’s until you see someone coming straight for you, and it’s hard to see until their black clothes show through.

whoosh.

The next thing you know you’re on top of someone.

“Seriously? That was my best one yet! And you ruined it.” A muffled voice said, it was coming from the person that was under you, and of course they weren’t happy.