Something Like Wintertime

(A/N: I wasn't exactly planning on having three Shaun White stories, but it happened. I don't own Shaun, obviously. Chelsia, Jamie, Tia and most other characters, I do however.)

Hey there again. It's me, Chelsia Limbarso. Yet another story about Shaun White and I, because we know you all love us, ha-ha! This time, it's two months after my birthday, meaning December has fallen upon Nevada and California. I barley hear from Shaun personally, but I get letters every once in a while.

He's getting really good at snow boarding. Like, nearly olympic material. He's also getting really busy. He's barely found enough time to sleep, let alone call me. And I understand that. I'm just afraid I'm going to loose him because of miscommunication. Doesn't anyone remember that even if I am the strongest person they've met doesn't mean that I'm not fragile too?