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I pulled the laces of my ice-skates as tight as I could, ignoring the stinging in my freezing fingers. After they were as tight as I could get them I rubbed my hands together, hoping to get some warmth back into them. Why did I forget my gloves?! I usually forgot something; gloves, scarf, purse, extra pair of socks. I wound my scarf round my neck and slid out onto the ice.
The usual thrill that possessed me while I was ice-skating cursed through my shivering body as I glided gracefully across the ice. The only time in my life when I was graceful was when I was ice-skating, so I made the most of it. I had even learnt to go backwards, but that usually ended with me hitting someone, or something.
After about an hour I noticed a man leaning against the side, just outside the ice rink, watching the people skate by. I couldn't really see his face because of the hat on his head and the scarf twisted around his neck and lower face. He didn't skate, although he was wearing ice-skates. His hands were shoved in his pockets. I ignored him mostly, concentrating on the ice.
At 5:55 a woman with a bright yellow t-shirt came out onto the ice and shouted: "Could you all please make your way off the ice, it is now nearly six. Thank you!"
A couple of people groaned but everyone stumbled and tripped off the ice and went to take their boots off. I went to find my shoes and then collapsed into a hard plastic chair. I still had a clear view of the ice rink and I saw that man again, talking to the workers. He nodded to them then took off his hat, scarf and jacket, moving out onto the ice. His hair was a bronzy colour, messy and sticking out all over the place.
His pale face was utter content as he did a few laps round the ice rink. I looked around and realised I was the only one left, apart from this curious, bronze-haired man. What was he doing there? Why did he get to stay? I quickly changed into my shoes and crept up to the side to watch this man. He was incredibly graceful.
Suddenly he jumped into the air, twirling then landing back on the ice. I gaped. I don't know how long I stood there staring at him. He was amazing…no, that didn't cover it…
He danced, jumped, pirouetted and sometimes just skated round and round. I hid behind the seats when he passed me.
I was disappointed when he finally glided off the ice. He plopped himself on the floor and lay down on his back, panting. Great, now there was no way I could leave without him noticing me. I tried to creep towards the exit.
"There's no need to do that, I know you're there." he bent his head up in my direction and smirked. I blushed slightly, looking down at my feet. He slowly sat up and began unlacing his skates.
"What's your name?" he asked. I didn't answer straight away, my voice was failing me. He looked up at me with fantastic green eyes.
"B-bella." I stammered. He smiled and pulled his skates off.
"That's a pretty name." He shoved his feet into his shoes. "I saw you skating today, you're pretty good." I laughed, slightly hysterically. "What?" he asked, looking perplexedly at me.
"Nothing, it's just how can you say someone like me is good, I mean, have you seen yourself lately?" The words came out a bit rushed. He chuckled.
"Thanks." He got up and slung his ice-skates over his shoulder. "I'll see you around, Bella." He smiled. His smile was slightly crooked and made my heart flutter. He walked out the door.
"Wait!" I cried. He popped his head back round the door. "What's your name?"
"Ah, if I told you then you'd have no reason to see me. This way I'll keep you curious enough so I can see you again sometime." He winked and disappeared.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, then quickly hurried out to my car, before I got locked in.
"Where have you been? You're an hour later than usual!" Screeched my best friend in the whole world, and roommate, hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry, I just got distracted." I replied truthfully, chucking my skates into my room.
"By what exactly?" She asked suspiciously. Damn.
"Uhm…" I blushed.
"Isabella Marie Swan." She gasped, then grinned. "Tell me aaaaall about it." She led me to the sofa and pushed my shoulders so I sat down. She stayed standing up so she was taller than me. I knew there was no way out. You can't hide anything from Alice Brandon.
I explained the story from beginning to end. "So, that's it." I finished.
"What did he look like?" She pressed.
"Tall, pale, bronze hair, green eyes."
"How old would you say he was?"
"Uh, in his twenties maybe?" I wasn't too sure, he may have been older.
"Oh that's good." She seemed satisfied.
"Why? It's not like he'd ever want to have anything to do with me."
Alice sighed. "Are you blind woman?! I bet he's at home thinking about you right now…"
"Huh, suuuure." I wasn't convinced.
I heaved myself off the sofa. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked, stretching my arms above my head. "I can make pasta, lasagne…"
"Pizza!" She squealed.
"You know, pizza is very unhealthy-" I was cut short by a cushion being thrown in my face.
"Oh shut up! We need a girly night. Let's eat pizza and watch a film!" She bounded over to the phone, so I just plonked myself back down onto the sofa.
"…so gooooorrrrrgeous, and he actually wanted to meet up with me again!" Babbled Alice, gulping down her third bottle of coke. I couldn't help grinning, this was pretty fun. We delved into conversations about good-looking men, squealing and giggling like teenagers. Technically, we were only a couple years away from being a teenager. I was 20 while Alice was 21. I dread to think what she has planned for my 21st .
"So, d'ya like this guy then?" Alice asked, we were both lying on our backs with our legs propped up on the sofa, drinking milkshakes with straws.
"I dunno Alice, I've only spoken to him for a couple of minutes, once."
"But will you go ice-skating tomorrow? To find out his name?" She pressed.
"Probably." I admitted. I had drunk so much caffeine that I was much more confident than usual. I didn't even blush as I admitted to wanting to see him again.
"You like him! You like him!" She chanted.
"Shuuuuup." I whined, poking her side.
Eventually we were both exhausted enough to sleep. We drifted off in uncomfortable positions on the floor. I welcomed sleep and dreamed of bronze-haired ice-skating boys, sweeping me off my feet.
"Please sir, may I have a review Sir?" Original quote from Oliver Twist... -Gets smacked on the head- ...well actually no it isn't...
