who: Bobby, OT Jean-Paul when: Sunday (backdated) where: Wherever the duo are staying what: Backdated liek woah because of my forgetfulness, but still open to JP if he wants to thread. As he packs up to return to Xavier's, Bobby reflects on his trip.
Bobby knew he was going to enjoy this trip. Not only did it involve snowboarding, but it would be the first time that he could remember that he had ever left the country or been on an airplane. There was always the chance that either one of those two things could have happened when he was much younger. Since he hadn't been on good enough grounds with his parents to feel comfortable checking such trivial things, he simply decided that he hadn't and enjoyed the novelty of his experience. He had been so nervous when presenting the documented passport he had gotten from Remy, well aware that being found out could have serious consequences for him. Detention with Mr. Summers would be the least of his troubles. Luckily, everything checked out and in his relief Bobby swore that as soon as he got back to Xavier's he'd figure out a way to get a valid passport. This criminal stuff gave him a horrible guilt trip, at least until the next shiny object caught his attention: the airplane. Bobby was steadfast at the window, eyes wide the whole trip as if waiting for what would happen next after the intensity of take-off.
Although he had only been across the border for two days, Bobby had some opinions already of Canada. He understood that it wasn't like he was any plain jane part of the country. After all, he was spending most of his time on a glacier and he wasn't so ignorant to think that all of Canada was a winter tundra or ice. Upon first stepping foot off the plane it didn't seem all that different from America. There was no vast different in trees or architecture or styles unless you were looking for it hard enough, which Bobby honestly wasn't. It was only when they were at more commercial parts of where they were staying did Bobby start noticing the difference in certain products and packaging that he had never seen before.
It felt great to snowboard again after so many months away from it and Bobby was both nervous and excited when he saw the various slopes and training courses at the facility Jean-Paul knew of. Some of them were far longer and others more intense than he had ever navigated before, but Bobby did his best to not seem fazed. In fact, the whole trip he had been wearing his poker face. After being teased about going on a trip solo with Jean-Paul and having a bit of a fall-out with Tabitha, Bobby wanted nothing more than to just forget about his life for a few days and lose himself into the snow. He felt energized again by the chill and was often still willing to put in practice time or helping teach Jean-Paul about snowboarding longer than J-P and his coach recommended. Bobby had even tried skiing, which he quickly found was nothing at all like snowboarding when it came to the fundamentals but still rather enjoyable once you knew what you were doing. He felt like an obvious novice though and would stick to snowboarding. While he still hadn't successfully landed the Double McTwist move he had been learning and stolen from Shaun White, Bobby liked to think he was getting better and had a few other tricks in his arsenal whenever they were working the halfpipe.
It had been a fun trip and a great distraction from his woes back home. Everyone had been so nice to him and after some initial intimidation Bobby did his best to act like he fit in among all these other athletes and winter sport enthusiasts. Bobby was saddened that it was ending, if only because he had no more excuse for pushing out those worries he had about life back at Xavier's. He didn't know if he'd be able to smooth things over with Tabitha and was quite honestly starting to get really, really frustrated by his romantic life or lack thereof. Related to that and to Bobby's knowledge, Jean-Paul hadn't made a move on him the whole trip which just led Bobby to believe the rest of the school was full of bullshit and the older boy had simply kissed Remy as Bobby originally believed: as a joke to put the Cajun in his place. Bobby was a dense boy at times though and had been majorly distracted, only now giving himself the time to really think about it.
He sat on his bed, adjusting the straps on his snowboard one last time despite the fact he likely wouldn't be wearing it again until his next trip or the next time he felt like building a half-pipe in the backyard. Bobby now humored the idea of doing this full time. It was a lot of work and he was now starting to finally feel exhausted, but it had been worth it. Perhaps he did have a career ahead of him as an athlete, one day.