A/N: These one-shots are why I can never get anything finished. Unlike most of my other stories, this is the Newmans' side. Hey, everybody deserves to be writtten about. Inspired by it being 46 degress this morning.
Lenny was causally leaned on the short chain link fence. The Newmans had decided to spend the winter Saturday at the outdoor skating rink on account of Konnie spilling soda on their amps. Carrie forgave her in a second of course, but the machines needed to be fixed. Konnie and Kim went to get them fixed while Lenny managed to persuade Carrie into ice skating.
"Lens, your skates are gonna slide away without you," Carrie said smiling. He looked up and grinned sheepishly. She'd handed him his skates but he had seemingly been to caught up in his thoughts to realize it.
Carrie confidently stood up from the bench, and Lenny sat down to put his skates on. The guitarist loved to skate. She went with her parents but that was years ago. Really, she was hoping she wouldn't forget how.
They entered the rink that was practically abandoned, and Carrie slipped almost immediately. Lenny held out a hand to help her up.
"You don't know how to skate, do you?" Lenny asked as Carrie slipped again. She frowned, pulling her fallen orange beanie, that was slightly too big, back on her head.
"I know how. What kid in Illinois doesn't know how to skate?" Carrie huffed. Lenny grinned smugly, "You, apparently."
The band leader collapsed when she tried to stand.
"Okay, I forgot how. Sue me!" The red head laughed and helped her up. His grip tightened as she stood. Carrie teetered dangerously.
"I'll teach you," Lenny declared taking her other hand. He really hoped she wouldn't refuse. To his delight, she nodded slowly. The basset smiled almost shockingly wide.
"Just don't let go. I do not feel like greeting the ice again." Carrie watched him glide in front of her.
"Alright, move your foot and swing your arms with it," Lenny ordered. He almost lost his balance struggling to keep his laughter down as she awkwardly took a step.
"No, no. Glide, Care." Carrie glared up at him weakly, a blush forming on her cheeks. She glided carefully with her right foot. Lenny caught her as she fell forward.
"This is impossible!" Carrie groaned, leaning heavily on her friend. He had to smother the blush fighting to appear.
"It is not impossible. It's just like running with socks. Sort of." Carrie stood up, a calculating look on her face. She slowly moved her left foot forward, gliding awkwardly, while hanging on Lenny's shoulders. He rested a hand on her waist and slid backwards slightly.
"Like this?" Carrie received an elated nod. She exhaled, gliding her right foot.
"You're doing it!" Lenny said, happy with his teaching skills. Carrie chuckled and glided right up next to him. He fought to remain balanced. Eventually gravity won, sending him tumbling out of Carrie's grip and onto the ice.
"Catch me if you can," The blue haired girl taunted, using her newly remembered skating skills to glide away. Lenny hosted himself up. He shook his head, watching in disbelief as his crush sailed across the rink.
"How'd you do that?" Lenny yelled. Carrie smirked but he was too far away and it was too quick for him to notice.
"I run with socks a lot." She did a perfect spin.
"Liar," the boy grumbled softly. He had thought she looked suspiciously graceful when she fell.
Lenny caught up with the girl, tired and out of breathe. Carrie skidded to a stop. He couldn't stop fast enough, plowing through the open space in the fence and into a snow mound.
"Ow," Lenny mumbled as he pulled himself from the small mountain. Carrie slid next to him.
"Smooth, Lens. You must the best skater this side of the equator," She teased. He glared.
"Sarcasm is my thing," Lenny snapped half-heartedly. The tree over head dropped a bucket of snow on him.
"Ow…Again."
Carrie doubled over with laughter as her friend dug himself out of the snow. He finally emerged, looking quite wet.
"You could've helped, you know," Lenny said rolling his eyes. She shrugged. "Nah, that's not much fun."
Lenny stood up hurriedly to avoid another dose of snow. They glided back on the rink.
"Come here," Carrie said once they reached the middle. Lenny blinked. That was an unusual request. He slid forward gradually.
"Why?" Lenny asked. She grinned mischievously.
"Cause I said so, silly."
"That answers my question so well." The girl laughed. He smiled earnestly.
Carrie sighed happily, watching her breath curl upwards in the cold. Lenny shifted his weight.
"Thanks for "teaching" me. It was fun," Carrie whispered finally. The red head looked up blushing a odd shade of red.
"Anytime," He replied, watching their breath swirl together and disappear just above them.
Carrie tilted her head up slightly to look at him. Lenny was still observing the air. When he glanced down, he caught her eye.
They slowly lean forward until their foreheads touched. He subconsciously rested his hands on her waist, while her hands slid to his shoulders.
"I'm not going to teach you to skate again, am I?" Lenny whispered, smiling. Carrie giggled.
"I don't know. Are you?" She whispered back. He almost shook his head but stopped, realizing it would break eye contact.
"Nu-uh." Lenny leaned in fully, kissing Carrie square on the lips. She smiled into the kiss, toying with his hair.
Two Grojband member's had gathered around the edge of the rink a few moments ago. Corey's mouth was hanging open. Laney was blushing fiercely, realizing that Carrie and Lenny, were only gender opposite doppelgangers of her and Corey.
Just like the Newmans, Grojband had some technical problems of sots today. Kin and Kon had taken the broken, slushy filled keyboard to the repair shop and were probably awkwardly standing in line with Kim and Konnie. Like Lenny, Laney had insisted they go skating.
Finally, Corey recovered from his shock.
"I guess we use the ice rink on the east side of town, right Lanes?"
Laney nodded hurriedly, as Corey grabbed her arm and quickly hauled her away.
A/N: I enjoy hearing from you guys in reviews! I'll take constructive critisism, too, but that's not as much fun.
Carrie: Hey, that's my line! (Frying pan to face)
Me:(Disposes of frying pan) Ignore that. Thanks for coming out, everyone!