So I guess I'll be running ANOTHER story. Oh well. The only thing I really do with my life is write and watch anime. So I'll be able to handle another story. And it's summer! So I can write all the time. I'll be plenty caught up when school starts again at the end of August. And in case any of you read Meister and Reaper, it's only on Hiatus because I can't think of what to write. It's not because I don't have time to write.
Anyways, this story is dedicated to OMGsupercrazedreader. I totally just realized I don't know your gender XD I kind of feel bad about that... Okay, so he/she was the 300th reviewer for Perfect for You, so he/she gets their own story dedicated to them! I gave him/her a list of ideas I had for stories and this one won! He/she did give me some ideas, and I used some of my own. Actually, the ending part of the story is where his/her idea comes into play. (Okay, I really feel bad after writing that. I'm so sorry I never asked your gender!)
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Lucy dried the last spoon. She was helping her mother with the dishes. Her mother finished washing minutes ago, but Lucy had to finish drying before she was done. The moment the spoon was placed in the silverware drawer, she ran upstairs.
Lucy quickly changed into a pair of brown leggings. She slipped on a purple sweater and a tan scarf. Her hair was braided to the side. Then she pulled a brown beanie over her electric blonde hair. She knelt down beside her bed and pulled out a thin white box. She popped the lid off, revealing a pair of sparkling white ice skates. She smiled and put the lid back on the box. She shoved it into her backpack and headed downstairs.
"Are you off to work?" Layla asked her daughter as she passed through the living room.
It was about six at night, meaning it was time for Lucy to go to work. "Yeah, I'll be home later," Lucy said on her way out the door. She works at the indoor ice skating rink. She helps out in the kitchen and cleans. The rink has a little cafe part to it so people can eat there. Every paycheck she would put two dollars back. That's all the more she could. Her parents monitored what she spent her money on, so she couldn't take too much. The night before, she went out and bought herself a pair of ice skates. She dreamed off skating since she was a little girl. She was always the last to leave the rink, so she could easily stay a little longer and skate. Her dream was finally going to become a reality.
For the next five hours, Lucy worked. She cleaned tables, made food, bandaged up little kids that tripped and cut themselves on their skates after falling, and watched the skaters. They all seemed so happy. Every so often someone would do a trick of some sorts, but most just skated around the circle. Kids laughed and chased each other, adults were talking, and couples were smiling. All the happiness in the air just made the ice seem all the more magical. So when eleven o'clock came, Lucy was all too eager. She pulled out the box from her backpack, along with her perfectly white skates. She sat at the edge of the rink and put them on. She was the only one in the place.
Lucy carefully stood up and grabbed the small wall that divided the ice from the carpet. She slowly moved, trying to get the feel for the ice. She thought she was good, so she let the wall go. She would have to put her hands out every few seconds to balance herself, but all-in-all she thought she was doing pretty good. She eventually went faster.
At some point, Lucy lost her footing. She shrieked slightly and fell. She tripped over the ledge of the rink and fell into one of the circular seats set up for people to sit and put their skates on. She flipped over it and landed on her back. She groaned and gripped her arm. It stung. She slowly sat up. Her eyed widened. Someone was stepping onto the ice. She was suppose to be the only one there.
The person was a man that looked about seventeen. He had jet black hair that spiked out in almost every direction. It looked like his muscles would pop out of his tight muscle shirt. His pants were simple gray sweats. His skates were a purely white. It was obvious that he waxed and shined them. They were so bright they stood out from the ice, which was impressive. He ran a hand through his hair before skating.
Lucy's eyes almost bulged out of her head. The man looked like he belonged on the ice. He was skating at an almost impossible speed. He crouched low to the ground before springing up, spinning seven times in the air before landing perfectly on the ice, his feet arching around into a perfect circle. It was only for a second, though. He started moving again. He completely dominated the rink, gracefully spinning and twirling. It looked like his body was made of jello by the way he twisted and turned. Each movement was smooth and precise. He skated for ten intense minutes before he stopped. He was panting, a thin layer of sweat on his face and arms. Lucy wasn't surprised. He was moving so fast and flipping his body around so much. He had to have been tired.
The man ran his hand though his hair again and looked around, almost as if he's never seen the place before. His eyes landed on the seat Lucy was hiding behind. She gasped and tried to hide behind it more. "Who's there?" the man asked. His voice even sounded smooth. It was deep and velvety. He started walking over. "No one should be here." He stood in front of Lucy with wide eyes.
"H-hi," Lucy stuttered like an idiot. She couldn't believe that she was found. She wasn't even sure who he was. He could have been some rapist and she wouldn't know.
"You're bleeding," he said. He knelt down beside Lucy and gently removed her hand from her arm. She looked down and gasped. She had a giant gash where she was holding just moments ago. It must have been from her skates when she tumbled over the seat. She did bend pretty funny.
"Ow," Lucy finally said. Her arm started to throb painfully. Blood was soaking the wound. Her clothes were pretty covered, as well. She could feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes. How did she not notice? It hurt like hell.
"You're losing a lot of blood. We need to get you bandaged up," he said. He gently held onto Lucy and lifted her up to her feet. She got a little lightheaded and almost fell, but he quickly caught her, securing a hand around her waist.
They walked over to the kitchen. He picked her up and set her on the counter. He went off into the back room and came back with the first aid kit. Lucy didn't even question why he knew where it was. She was too busy watching him. His face looked so concentrated. He got out a piece of gauze and the small bottle of alcohol. "This might sting a little," he warned her. He poured some alcohol on the gauze and pressed it to her wound. She hissed in pain, unconsciously grabbing his arm. A few seconds later, he took the gauze away. She sighed in relief. He put fresh gauze on her wound and started wrapping it tightly, but not too tight.
"So why were you hiding?" he asked. He tucked the end of the bandage in the folds. Lucy almost didn't hear him. She was in too much of a daze. She wasn't sure if it was because of the loss of blood or because of his closeness. She was struggling to not get lost in his dark eyes.
"I fell," she managed to choke out. Her throat was going dry. Was it just her, or was it getting hot in there? They were in an ice skating rink. Of course it was just her. She was almost suffocating in the thick atmosphere.
"I can see that," he laughed. He noticed that blood was leaking through the bandages, so he got another roll out. He started wrapping it around the previous bandages. "I'm Gray, by the way."
"I'm Lucy," she said. She got a waft of his scent. He smelled like pine trees and vanilla. The smell was intoxicating. It seemed like the perfect scent for a candle. It was late November, so that would be a nice candle to sell at that time of year. She quickly shook the thought out of her head. That was just weird to think about. It wasn't normal to compare people to candles.
"So, Lucy, did you drive here?" Gray asked. He was pleased to see that she wasn't bleeding through the bandages again. He closed up the first aid kit.
"I ride the bus," Lucy said. She didn't have her license yet. She had her permit, but she was a pretty bad driver. She wasn't ready to take her test yet.
Gray looked at the clock on the wall behind him. "It's past midnight, so the busses are done until the morning," he said. He looked back to Lucy. "I'll just have to give you a ride home."
"You don't-" Lucy was cut off by a gasp, grabbing her arm. Pain shot through it. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. The pain stopped, so she opened her eyes again.
"Now that it's decided," Gray said, rolling his eyes. He took that as a yes from Lucy. She could try to say no, but he knew that she was in no condition to walk home. And he wasn't going to let her spend the night there. "We should probably get your shoes back on."
Lucy looked and saw that Gray had his shoes on. She didn't even know that he took his skates off. He probably took them off the second he got off the ice and slipped his shoes on on the way to the kitchen. She watched him leave the room and come back with her backpack. He put her skates away in the box and put her brown boots on her.
"Sorry about your shirt," Gray said. Lucy looked down and saw that there was a large red stain on it, no doubt that it was her blood. "Okay, your parents are probably worried. Let's get going." He gently grabbed her waist and helped her off the counter. She was grateful that he held her on the way to his car. She was still feeling dizzy.
Gray drove an old Chevy pickup truck. He had to actually lift Lucy up into it because it was so high up. "So what street do you live on?" he asked as he got in the truck. He started the engine to let it warm up.
"Strawberry Street," Lucy said. She watched the windshield wipers brush the snow off the front window.
"That's not too far," Gray commented. He put the truck in reverse and backed out of his parking spot. Lucy just watched out the window as he drove. She couldn't believe that she actually got in the car with a total stranger. She already decided that if he was a rapist after all she wouldn't mind.
"That's it," Lucy said, realizing her house was coming up. He nodded and pulled into her driveway. He hopped out of the car and went over to help her out. He had to pick her up and set her on the ground, though.
"Lucy!" Lucy heard her mother yell. She lazily looked up and saw that her parents were on the porch. Jude looked relieved. Layla was obviously crying.
"Sorry I'm late," Lucy said. She took a step forward, but almost fell over. She was starting to feel really dizzy. Gray was by her in an instant to catch her. She looked up at him for a second before everything went black.
Gray saw that her eyes closed. He figured she passed out. She did lose quite a bit of blood. Getting cut by ice skates was a pretty big deal. He sighed and picked her up bridal style. He walked up to the porch. "She got a pretty bad cut on her arm," he told her parents. "I patched her up, which took a while. She lost quite a bit of blood. She just needs to sleep and she'll be fine."
"Thank goodness," Layla said, putting a hand over her chest and letting out a sigh of relief. "Do you mind taking her up to her room?" She figured Gray was a friend from school, but he was pretty much a total stranger. To Lucy, that is.
"Not at all," Gray said. He followed Layla and Jude into the house. They told him where her room was, so he went upstairs. He found himself oddly surprised. Her room was actually simple. She had a full sized bed with a green comforter. She had a desk, dresser, and closet. He expected her to have a girly room. He just shrugged and set her on her bed. He brushed her bangs out of her eyes. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled into her blankets.
"Lucy, huh?" Gray asked aloud. He shook his head and smiled before leaving her room.
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