"Are you sure about this, [Name]?"
For the first time ever, you could hear the concern in Gilbert's voice. He stared at you as he sat his butt down on the shingles of the roof where there wasn't a patch of snow. You two had decided for winter break that you would camp out in the woods in a small but cozy cabin, and you'd brought a good camera and of course, warm clothing plus your new snowboard.
You shot an angry look at your boyfriend. "Of course I'm sure! I'm not going to bring this equipment all this way to put it under my cabin bed!"
Remember, you were on the cabin's roof, where there was a nice, soft and fluffy layer of snow—and you were preparing to snowboard down the steep roof.
"[Name]…" Gilbert warned as you kicked off, snow flying up in whirls around you. Your board was cutting through that layer of snow, and as you prepared to turn a 360 in midair, something caught on your board. Some metal box sticking through the snow, which was lightly disguised with the powder—dammit! It was the stupid cable box which didn't even work! You lost balance and screamed, "YOLO!" as you fell almost headfirst downwards.
Just in time, Gilbert had jumped and risked his neck to try and at least soften your fall. You squeaked as you realized in horror he was underneath you, buried face-first in the snow. You dug him out as he grumbled something like "un-awesome".
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Gil!"
"I-it's… okay. As long as you don't do something so un-awesome again…" Gilbert coughed; his cheeks were tinged a bright red.
"Thanks, Gil," you murmured as you kneeled and pecked him on the lips, perking him up. He leapt up out of the snow and tackled you in a hug, making you off-balance again as the two of you toppled into the snow.
"…this is all going on YouTube," Francis snickered as he stopped videotaping from his perch in the pine tree.