Ishaaq POV:

Even going on vacation is annoying because of this individual. You know what he did? He, Ayyub bin Muhammad, my supposed best friend, BLEW UP MY VILLAGER FARM ON MINECREAFT. Not only that but hE +20 ME IN UNO THE OTHER DAY. And worst of all... he ate the cookie I was saving for tomorrow. He should have known better than to get between me and my food.

HMPH.

I won't talk to him the whole day today.

But of course, the person who wrote me has other plans. WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE??

I was casually skipping along the ski lift area, bouncing off the soft snow. Remember not to bounce off the hard snow that's like ice and slippery because... my father uh, slipped and he; 's alright now but still. Be careful. 

I was doing so because I was bored and worn out of waiting for my turn to get on the ski lift. I'm not going to ski I just want to use the lift. Ukhti says I would wreck havoc somehow if I ski so I can't ski. 

It's okay, I will later in a few years HEH.

Guess what! It's finally my turn to get on the ski and so I hop on and recline on my side of the seat because I sensed someone else was there too. I don't bother turning to see who it is because I rather see the snow piled on the mountain trees like in Masha and the Bear in winter!

So, when the person next to me cleared their throat, I turned to look at them in disbelief.

AYYUB BIN MUHAMMAD WAS SITTING NEXT TO ME.

I would have jumped down the ski seat if we were just a bit closer to the ground but right now, I would be tumbling back to the base all injured and maybe with hypothermia. So, I have to ignore Ayyub for a whole ski lift ride. I can do that, right?

NO, HE IS GOING ON CLEARING HIS THROAT AND MAKING ME TURN TO LOOK AT HIM. WHAT IS HIS DEAL?

 "Stop that," I say, unable to be patient with him anymore. Ayyub replied by throwing a coughing fit onto me? ASTAGHFIRULLAH.

"Ayyub, that is disgusting!" I complain and try to push him off the seat but wait that would be to mean. "Stop, what the heck!"

"Finally," he said, folding his arms and looking ahead at the mountain we were climbing as if he wasn't just trying to infect me. 

"What?" What is he yapping? "What are you on about?"

"I missed your voice," he says, his voice pouring with sarcasm. 

"Whatever," He's not going to be able to make me talk to him after all that. NO WAY. But I'm kind of worried. "Did you catch a cold in the cold?"

"No, I was annoying you," I KNEW IT. I knew he just liked annoying me. "Also, I did notice how you tried pushing me off earlier," I was not...

"I wasn't trying to push you off," I retort. I wasn't. I was just... uh, I was just trying to make him feel the essence of winter. 

"Check your Minecraft storage later," he said, or threatened, I don't know. I hope I didn't leak my storage address to this bozo. 

"You better now blow it up or something," I warned. "Or else I really won't talk to you for three days!"

"I wish you could stop yapping," he tells me. 

"Never, in your dreams, I will yap and yap until your ears are bleeding," I won't let him get what he wants. 

"Good you know you have a horrendous voice," 

Okay, he's not getting away with that. Sorry, I won't narrate this part. I don't want you to think any less of me 💖🙌