(Name) stared at the ceiling from her warm bed. Everything was quiet and serene. It was 9:16 A.M and the (e/c) eyed girl had just woken up. Saturday. What should I do today? she thought. Her thoughts were disrupted by the ringing of her phone.
“Guten Morgen, (Name)! Do you vant zo come sledding vith zhe awesome me?” came the voice on the other end of the phone, muffled bickering could be heard. “I mean, us?”
“Sure. Let me just get ready. What time are we going?” she asked.
“Buenos dias, chica. We are coming right now.”
Stumbling out of bed (Name) rushed to the bathroom, putting the phone on loudspeaker.
“Bonjour, mon petit fleur. We are almost at your ’ouse.”
Running back to her room she pulled on sweat pants and a sweatshirt. Tying her (h/c) hair in a messy ponytail she shoved it under a hat. Weird sounds were coming from the phone.
“Vhat are you doing! Give me zhe phone!”
“Non. I will talk to ‘er”
“You don’t need to talk, Gil. You’re driving!”
“It’s mein phone!”
“Amigo, watch the road.”
“Oui, watch ze road.”
Making herself a quick breakfast, (Name) scarfed it down. Putting on her boots, she still heard bickering. Wearing her coat, gloves, and scarf she picked up the phone.
“I’m ready.” She said hearing silence at the other end.
She sighed with relief. If she wasn’t ready they would have just burst into her house anyway and see her changing. Not to mention the lecture they would get from her father.
She wrote a short note so everyone would know where she was.
Opening the door, (Name) saw the infamous Bad Touch Trio.
“Are we going to the usual hill?” she asked.
“Ja/Oui/Si.” they responded all together.
“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” screamed (Name) at the top of her lungs. “I win!”
“Nien! I vent farzer.” yelled Gilbert.
“Noooooooooo! I did! See! See!” she pointed vigorously at her sled.
“I vant a rematch!”
“Watch out!!!!!!!! Dios mio!” came Antonio’s voice.
They both turned to see him coming straight for them. Running out of the way, they both tried to dodge other oncoming sleds.
“That was so freaking close.” muttered (Name).
“Sorry, mi querida.” apologized Antonio as he helped her up.
“It’s ok, Toni.”
The three of them began trudging up the hill dragging their sleds with them.
“ ’ow was it?” implored Francis.
“Fun!” answered the Spaniard.
“I have an awesome idea! Let’s all sit on zhe sleds und go down holding hands.”
“Let’s do it.” agreed (Name).
A few moments later they were all situated on their designated sled. Francis and Antonio were sharing one, Gilbert was by himself, and (Name) on a disc.
“Ready. Get set. Go!” they shouted in unison, grabbing each other’s hands.
Sliding down the hill, Francis let go of Gil’s hand sending him flying over a bump in the hill, falling onto the snow. Sitting up, he saw (Name) let go of Antonio’s hand, falling of her disc and crashed into him. Trying to steer themselves into another direction, Antonio and Francis failed miserably and became a part of the pile at the bottom of the hill.
“My beautiful ‘air is ruined!” wailed Francis.
“No vone cares, zhe Awesome Me is covered in snow.” retorted Gilbert.
“Well,the “Awesome You” needs to get up!” screeched (Name) from underneath the albino.
“That’s where you were, chica.” said Antonio.
“I never knew you like being ze bottom, (Name).” leered Francis perversely.
A snowball promptly found a way to his face.
“Non! My beautiful face! ‘ow could you, (Name)?”
Rising from the ground and dusting herself off, she took notice of the disapproval of many faces.
“I love you guys, but sometimes you are a little too much.”
“It’s mein Awesomeness.”
“It’s my beauty.”
“It’s my passion.”