Bonjour! This is a multichapter which is Christmas-themed, but I'm starting it now so I can get it done by Christmas.. Heehee.

SPOV

13th December

10:45am

Hurriedly stuffing thick jumpers and woolly tights into my suitcase whilst simultaneously brushing my teeth with my phone pressed to my ear, I whizzed around the apartment trying to find anything and everything that I would need to go skiing.

Because this Christmas, instead of going home to Wisconsin like I'd planned, I had been roped into coming on a Christmas ski break to France with the casts of the two major shows at Condor Studios: So Random! and Mackenzie Falls.

Fun. Spending two weeks in a foreign country with our rivals. I don't think so.

Which is why I was packing. Our flight was leaving in four hours and I had to be at the studios in an hour to be escorted to the airport with everyone else, therefore I was in a rush and had only woken up ten minutes ago.

My phone, clamped to my ear, was currently ringing Tawni. Because Tawni had promised a loan of some of her old ski gear, considering I had never been skiing before.

I was excited, but terrified.

Finally, she picked up. I could hear a car engine in the background as her voice tinkled into the speaker.

"I'm coming, Sonny! Two minutes!"

And she hung up on me.

I rolled my eyes and went to fetch my boots from in the hall closet before changing into a pair of brown Juicy sweatpants, a green sweater, and beige Uggs. I brushed my hair out and applied some lipgloss and mascara before shoving my makeup bag in with the rest of my clothes just as the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and Tawni walked in, holding three pink laundry bags and a box.

"Woah, Tawni! What's all this!" I gestured towards her full hands.

"Ski gear? Duh." She rolled her eyes before depositing them on the sofa. "That's the coat, that's the salopettes, and that bag… Uh, extras." She moved to the box. "And that's a helmet. Tootles!" With a brief wave of her fingers she was out the door, leaving me to discover what lay in the depths of the fuchsia carriers.

Tentatively, I undid the drawstring of the 'Jacket' bag. In it was a lurid black and yellow widely striped jacket, with yellow sequins covering the yellow stripes. The lining was neon orange, and it was overly padded, with about fifty zips and buckles covering it. After looking at it for about five minutes, I hesitantly put it aside, hoping that the trousers would be slightly better.

I reached for the next bag, pulling out some white salopettes. At first glance, they looked fine…

…That was until I flipped them over and saw the neon orange swirls on the back of the legs, going right up to the waistband. Again, these were embroidered with yellow sequins. The pants weren't as bad as the jacket, but…

Soon I was dreading to open the other bag, full of 'Extras' – as Tawni had put it. First I saw a pair of simple, plain black ski gloves with neon pink linings. I sighed inwardly in relief as I triple-checked them for any secretive sequins, only to find that they were simple and black, with a shiny black star on the back of the hand.

Next were the goggles – lime green with a black strap. Surprisingly, I liked them, even though they would clash with the rest of the outfit (although personally I don't think that I could look any worse). Then a black snood and a collection of multi-coloured ski socks.

I picked up the helmet box, gently shaking it. I lifted the lid to discover a black helmet with a lime green racing stripe. Picking up the garments, I went back into my room and stuffed them into the empty pat of my suitcase. After much struggling (and having to sit on top of it), my suitcase zipped up and I latched the helmet onto my carry-on tote before heading out the door and driving to the studios.

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When I got there I discovered that the rest of my cast were sat in the enormous Hummer limo, half occupied by Randoms and half by the cast of Mackenzie Falls. I checked my watch to find out I was exactly on time, and as I went to Marshall to 'register' I heard Ronald, the Mack Falls director, mumble something angrily about the absence of Chad.

I deposited my case with the limo driver and followed Zora into the back of the limo and flopped down on the plush leather seats. The Mackenzie Falls cast were gossiping at the other end, occasionally sniggering towards us. We were sat in a giant 'Lady Macbeth' shape, and unfortunately I was closest to them and so heard what they were gossiping about. Apparently it was Portlyn's new boob job. Fantastic.

I smiled at the rest of my cast. Tawni had her compact out and was topping up on Coco Mocho Coco, Nico and Grady were compiling a pile of the free snacks in the limo, and Zora was fiddling with some sort of device that kept beeping every few seconds. I took out my iPhone and turned towards Tawni, putting the headphones in and pressing shuffle. Muse flooded my ears, and soon all noise was blocked out apart from 'Neutron Star Collision'.

I felt the seat next to me sag slightly, and I didn't have to turn around to know that it was Chad. First of all, he was the one we were waiting for, and secondly, it was his smell that entranced my nostrils. The smell of a mixture of cologne, ego and leather – I could tell without looking that he was wearing his brown leather jacket – that was annoyingly enthralling and made me want to kiss him every time I smelt it. Which, let me tell you, is possible the most irritating thing on the face of the earth. Aside from the jerkthrob himself, of course. (He must have bought it especially for that purpose. I mean, why would anyone else kiss him? It certainly couldn't be his 'charming' personality.)

And thirdly, I knew it was him because the limo stuttered, then jolted, and then I could feel the steady vibrations of the engine as we started the half an hour long journey to L.A. Airport.

Did you like it? How about the amount of reviews I get for this chapter alone will decide the amount of Channy in the rest of the story? So 1-10 = average amounts, and 10-20 = EPIC CHANNY! :D