Miles Gap's Story

✧Miles✧

Miles was sitting in the warm shuttle playing with the strap of his duffle bag when the driver pulled onto the gravel driveway of the Ski Lodge. As the car slowly came to a stop Miles wondered if he should tip the driver.

Nah he gets payed enough.

He opened the door slowly and stepped onto the powdery snow that lined the ground lightly. The sky was overcast and the air was crisp. Miles felt himself shivering but walked slowly, making sure not to show that he cared about the cold. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his iPhone 5.

No reception? Damn. No calls in or out.

As he approached the front door, Miles took a final look at his invitation making sure that he was right about the date and place. After assuring himself that he was, he slowly pulled open the heavy door of the lodge. He assumed that he was standing in the lobby which was cozy and warm. A man and a woman stood in the room.

The man was short but well built. Definitely someone that wouldn't tolerate any funny business so Miles just assumed that he wouldn't talk to him unless completely necessary. The woman, on the other hand, was standing behind the front desk wore a name tag that read "Carla". He looked her up and down, noticing her fake nails, fake hair, and, well, fake face.

"Um hey," he looked around slowly, "I'm Miles. Is this, like, the place?"

Tim
Tim waited as the shuttle drove them to the resort, bored out of his mind. This usually wasn't the kind of thing he did, but it was paid for, so he thought, why not? Could be fun? So far not. The drive seemed painfully long, and some guy couldn't stop fidgeting with strap of his bag. That was one among many things Tim couldn't stand. Fidgeting.

Another thing annoying him, as they got closer and lower, he noticed that the reception on his phone was getting worse and worse. By the time they got there, he knew there'd be none. If they didn't have phones that worked at the resort, Tim would freak out.

Tim tried to shut his eyes and sleep, to make time pass faster. However, by the time he was almost claimed by sleep, the car stopped. Fuck my life, he thought, immediately getting out of the shuttle after the fidgetter. It was cold, but Tim didn't mind. The cold was nice. Going inside, there was a girl and guy already there, and the fidgetter introduced himself as Miles and asked if this was "the place". Tim looked at him like he was stupid. Duh, he thought, before looking away from the barbie of a girl to the guy. "Where we staying?" he asked, wanting to get rid of his bag.

Smiling as wide as was humanly possible, Carla stood behind the front desk waving excitedly at each guest as they entered. "Welcome to the Shelter Lodge.", she announced to the first couple guests that made their way towards her.

The first guest, a young man that had a devious look about him, approached her with a question. She loudly replied, "Of course this is the place! Make yourself at home, everything is brand new, and ready to be tried out by you, our very first group of guests!" As she was saying this, she noticed the second guest looked to be a bit annoyed. Isn't this something, he gets a free vacation and stands here with such discontent!, she thought to herself as she moved over to the computer.

With the giant smile still plastered on her face, she looked up at the first guest, "If I could just get your last name and driver's license so I can verify your identity and get you your room information."


John lingered in the room long enough to see the first guests arrive. He didn't quite like the looks of them. To, him they seemed too young, and young people were always up to no good. He shrugged and walked out of the room. He still had some last minute things to do. Most important of all, he needed to get the phones up and working. Especially since this area seemed to be devoid of any cell phone signal. He made his way to the generator room to see if the problem could possibly be originating from it. This, he doubted, but it was worth looking into because he had found no other source for the problem, and the last thing the needed on opening day was for the guests to get their panties in a knot over the phones not working.

✧Miles✧

Miles dropped his duffel bag on the floor which made a loud thump. Then he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled his license out quickly. He positioned his ID so it sat between his pointer and middle finger while he rested his elbow on the front desk.

"Um Miles Gap. G-A-P," as if anyone could mess up spelling Gap, "and here's my license."

He held out his hand closer to Carla so she would be able to grab his license with ease.

He turned towards Tim for the first time since they'd arrived and he quickly took in all of his features. Just from that quick glance, Miles could tell that him and Tim would probably not be getting along. They seemed to be complete opposites.

Tim looked dark and intimidating while Miles was chill and, well, the whole package.

Miles looked back at Carla and waited for his room information.

Tim
Tim actually snickered when the guy, Miles, spelled his last name for her. Then, looking at the woman, he thought maybe she would need it spelled out. After all, by her appearance, it seemed she couldn't read the tags on her clothes or notice that they didn't fit. Shaking his head, Tim walked over to the desk and took out his drivers license. He held it up for her, but if she wanted a closer look she would certainly have to reach a bit. Or a lot. Tim could tell there was a slightly cold out look on him already, so he chose not to speak.
With any luck I won't have to for now. You know, unless she can't read, he thought, smirking a bit. Though no one but him knew why he was smirking, unless they read minds.
Glancing at Miles, he noticed the "I'm cool you're not expression", making his smirk grow. These were the other people at the resort. It was almost laughable. As long as Miles didn't get in his way or annoy him, he was fine with him, but he could tell he was one of those arrogant guys. Not that he himself wasn't arrogant. He was, and he would state it openly if someone asked. No shame in thinking, no, knowing, you're better than everyone else in the room, right?

Her fingers moved quickly over the keyboard as she typed his name in. She deftly took his license, looked it over, typed more information, and hit print. Still smiling she handed the license back, "Thank you Mr. Gap." With a whir, the printer produced a document covered in small print with the words "Terms and Conditions" at the top. "Please read over and sign this to certify you understand the terms and conditions of your trial stay here at the Shelter Lodge.", she indicated as she handed him the paper.

While he signed she went over to the drawer that contained the room keys. She selected the appropriate one and returned to her spot at the computer. She took the signed document from Miles, and handed him his room key," Thank you, sir. Your room number is 103. You can go get settled, in an hour you can meet back here in the lobby, and I will be giving a tour of the facility. If you have any questions or concerns please feel free to come back to the front desk, and I will be happy to assist you. "

She avoided mentioning the phone situation, hoping that John would have the problem fixed before anyone tried to use them.

With the first guest taken care of, she looked towards the next guest. He still had a look of discontent on his face, this annoyed Carla as she could not understand what could have made him so unhappy in the short while that he had been there. She addressed him extra cheerfully," Hello, sir, and welcome to the Shelter Lodge!"..

Tim
Tim watched the girl hand Miles a paper to be signed, and her give him a room key. When she turned to him, he simply shoved the license more directly in her face. "Tim Greni. G-R-E-N-I," he said, smirking at the Miles guy as he spelled out his last name in sort of a mocking fashion. He normally wouldn't spell out his name, but he did this time just because it felt... appropriate.

"Thanks, can you tell me where I'm staying now," Tim said, hoping she got the message that he would not do any socializing till his stuff was unpacked, or at the very least in his room. Then, maybe he'd actually want to talk to some people. He was sure they couldn't be too bad. But if they were, he was sure he could convince them to leave him alone. He was good at convincing.

After she had looked at his license, he pulled it back and put it away not letting her touch it. He didn't want her touching his stuff, even if it was just a plastic card.

✧Miles✧

"Thanks Carla," he smiled his signature smile, grabbed his bag, and exited the Lobby.

Miles walked down the hallway slowly, looking for the room 103.

"There it is," he said quietly to himself as he approached the second room on the left. He put the small key into the doorknob and entered his room. It was pitch black until he felt around the wall and flicked a switch. A single light in the middle of the ceiling flickered on, revealing an old fashioned theme.

The bed was made with a multi-colored quilt and above the bed was a mantel that displayed huge deer antlers. On the left side of the bed stood a night stand that held a light and an alarm clock. On the right side of the bed was the same display but, instead of an alarm clock, there was a phone.

There was another door on the left wall which Miles assumed was an adjoining room to room 101.

Besides the bathroom on the right side, there wasn't anything else in the room. Only a window which was covered by tan blinds.

So they built a brand new resort just to make it look old fashioned. Genius.

Miles threw his bag onto the floor and belly flopped onto his bed.

At least the bed is comfortable.

And with that he pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and started to play Temple Run.

Xander followed in behind the guy with the mohawk. He thought the dude was a poser, but he wouldn't say that out loud though. Confrantation was not his thing. He just doesn't do it. He hated drama in general. He ran his hands in his hair and and adjusted his shoulder strap. His duffel bag was getting heavy. He dropped his bag and rotated his shoulder. He sighed and waited for his turn at the counter.

He took a quick assessment of the people who have entered the lobby so far. First was Miles, seemed nice. That's how you look at all people when you first see them. He never trusted his first impressions of people. Then was Carla, again seems nice but, also a bit slow witted. Last was the guy with the Mohawk, hard to read. Xander didn't let his eyes wander on people for too long. He didn't want to seem like was staring. He wanted to seem he was taking in the surroundings. He needed a cigarette. He hasn't had one since he got on the shuttle.

He was so distracted by his surroundings he didn't realise he was next in line. He stepped up and smiled at the girl, "Name and ID right?" He reached in his pocket and pulled out his State ID and said, "Alexander Coltman, C-o-l-t-m-a-n." He wanted to say his nickname but, it's not important.

Athylia awoke to the sound of the shuttle stopping, she looked around at her surroundings and saw mostly trees and snow. She didn't mind getting away from the city for a while. Hopefully it would help her clear her mind. She waited for some others to get off the bus first, then she slowly stood up and made her way off the bus. When she walked in it seemed that one man was already making his way to his room, but she over herd the second man say his name "Tim" she said softly to her self. Then the third man walked up and said his name also. "Alexander" Athylia smiled that was a nice name, it was pretty almost like a girls name.

She walked up to the counter and smiled at the girl named Carla, she slid her ID to her and looked at the boy that was next to her. She smiled gently and stuck out her hand "Hi, I'm Athylia nice to meet you." She didn't want to come of to creepy but she wanted to make friends on the trip and not be a anti social monster.

She looked at the boys appearance, he seemed sort of like a trouble maker. He seemed not to nig to be in sports but he seemed tough enough to beat someone up. Athylia didn't want to get on his bad side either way so it seemed like a good idea to become friends with him.

✧Winny✧

Winny grabbed her bag quickly from under the seat and stepped out of the car. It was snowing quite a bit which caused Winny's teeth to chatter lightly.

As the rest of the people stepped out of the shuttle a black puff of smoke poured out of the exhaust pipe and the car let out a loud bang. As the black smoke filled the air, Ellie grabbed her nose and shuffled to the lodge as quickly as she could without slipping on black ice.

When she entered the lodge all eyes were on her and the others who were also covered in smelly smoke. She felt uncomfortable and just looked at the ground while the shuttle driver explained himself and said good bye.

She was the first to walk up to the front desk to sign in. Behind the front desk was a bleached blonde woman with an annoyed look on her face,

"Um Winny Collins. . ."


✧Miles✧

When Miles heard the loud noise he jumped out of bed quickly and ran to the lobby. He saw a man explaining that a shuttle had just backfired.

After Miles examined all of the new guests he sighed and sat down on one of the couches and listened to some music on his iPhone.

✧Miles✧

Miles heard a faint knock on the door and looked over at Carla. She just proceeded the check in process with the remaining guests.

I guess she didn't hear it.

He got up and proceeded to the door which he opened slowly. Miles looked at two girls who stood on the door step. He felt himself stand up straighter and he slid his phone into his back pocket.

"Hey ladies," he smiled flirtatiously and leaned against the door he just opened, "come on in."

As they entered he couldn't help but stare at their figures,

"I'm Miles."


✧Winny✧

Winny looked over at the door and saw Miles falling head over heels for two blondes.

What a pig.

Nara
Nara took her key and smiled at Carla. Her quicker way of saying "thanks". She then was about to walk off in search of her room when there was knocking at the door. This stopped her, since she had just walked in and not knocked. Was that bad?she thought, but then decided it wasn't a second later. The girl before her had done the exact same thing, and no one even gave either of them a surprised or scolding look.

A boy opened the door, and immediately started flirting with them. Nara kind of just ignored him and looked past at the two girls. Outside were two girls who looked the same. Twins, Nara decided, and after looking closer decided they didn't actually seem all that a like. One of them seemed a bit shy, the other seemed very... upbeat? Nara shifted on her feet awkwardly before giving a small wave.

A guy opened the door. He was kinda cute but he looked like a total womanizer standing there like that. But that was the type of guys Laurie liked. She quickly pushed herself in front of Lacey, almost knocking her over.

''Well hello there mister.'' Laurie said while giving him a flirty, little bit overdone, smile. ''You look like a strong guy to me, mind helping me with my luggage?''

She bit on her lip while smiling and adjusting her hair. This sure was gonna be fun, she said to herself. Because, consious of her beauty, she knew it was easy for her to get most of the guys.

For the second time this day, Laurie had almost pushed Lacey over. And again, on purpose. Lacey, being a shy person, hid behind her twin. She looked down to the ground again, not daring to speak a word. When she looked up for a sec, she saw a guy standing in the door opening. He clearly was in for a flirt. But he'd probably go for her twin. As always, Laurie got all the guys because she was spontanious and flirty. Not like Lacey. Despite the fact that on the outside they were identical, Lacey always felt less pretty than Laurie. She wished she was more like her sister, fun and outgoing. But whatever, this guy probably wasn't anything for her. He looked like a womanizer. A person who would only want a girl for her hot tits and for the sex. The type of person that Laurie would be into.

Nara
Nara was beginning to feel jumpy with all the people crowding the lobby. New people were showing up everywhere, and while she wasn't a shy person, she still felt the need to back into a corner. Maybe that was just because she didn't want anyone to talk to her and yell at her for not answering. It wouldn't be the first time.
Shaking off her unease, Nara noticed a guy on the floor by Winny. She smiled a bit to herself, thinking he looked kind of silly. Shaking her head, she looked back at the front door. One twin pushed the shier one behind her and started flirting with whoever the guy was. Nara felt a little bad for the other twin, and a little pissed off at the pushy one. They were sisters, shouldn't they be nice to each other? At least a little? Shaking her head, Nara gave a small wave trying to get the pushed over one's attention. Nara was pretty sure the girl would ignore her, but if she wanted to get out whatever was going on over there, Nara would be happy to help.

Feeling a bit sad, Lacey looked inside to see if there would be anymore people. She saw a girl waving. Not sure if it was meant for her or her twin sister, she just passed her a cute little smile. She looked cool, and totally not shy at all, yet a bit uncomfortable by the crowded room. Lacey got a bit fed up by the flirty situation by the door as she only stood there awkwardly, so she decided to go inside. Slipping in front of her twin and wiggling her way through the door she was inside.

Oh fuck, what am I doing she thought. This room was way too crowded, people she didn't know everywhere. Not feeling like another standing-there-awkward-situation, she walked towards the girl who waved at her. She looked like a nice person.

Lacey felt her heart beating faster as she came closer. She hated her shy-ness. It was so stupid. She often wished that she wasn't this way.

''H-hey.. I'm Lacey.'' she said a bit quiet while looking down at her feet.

✧Winny✧

"Oh my god you fell," she looked down at the guy who she had just tripped. She was shocked. She hadn't meant to be in the way, "I'm sorry."

She stood up and put her hand out to help him up.


✧Miles✧

Miles almost grabbed her luggage instantaneously but then realized that he needed to play it cool,

"Yeah, I guess I have developed some muscles over the years. . .you know with, like, football and baseball. I can bench 265," he winked and held her luggage firmly.

Lacey Maxxwel

''That's fine, I don't really enjoy talking either.'' Lacey smiled, feeling a bit more comfortable now. ''And communication doens't necessarily mean talking right?''

Lacey then reached for her bag and pulled out a sketch book. She flipped it open and showed Nara a colourful sketch of a girl barely covered only in flowers and hair. It looked a bit hippie-ish.

''This is what I do when I don't feel like talking. Sketching a bit. I hardly talk at college. I just draw.'' she said to Nara, hoping she won't feel like an outcast for being mute. Because Lacey knew what it felt like to feel that way.



Laurie Maxxwel
''Wow, you are one of the strongest guys I've ever seen!'' Laurie said a bit overdue, while holding his right arm with her hands. ''Would you mind bringing those to my room?''

Flashing her almost irresistible smile and a wink she hoped he'd say yes, she'd love some one-on-one time with this cute guy.

✧Winny✧

Winny laughed, "Don't tell anyone this but, I don't even know how to ski."

She looked out the window and thought about the irony of being at a ski lodge without even the slightest knowledge on how to ski.


✧Miles✧

Miles definitely wasn't going to say no to that, but he had to play it cool.

"Yeah no problem. Lead the way."

Damn, this girl is perfect. She's, like, so hot.