Hello and has anyone gotten snow yet? I've gotten a little bit, but it's all gone now. Anyways, I hope you're ready for some adorable Frazel! Ruth wrote this one, and no offense to her, but she's not typically the best at writing Frazel (kinda like me and Conchell) but today she did an awesome job.
Written by Ruth
Disclaimer: We don't own nothing. Having to do this every time is getting old. Oh well.
Christmas Countdown: Today is December 17 which means there are only 8 days until Christmas!
"Frank, stop falling!" Hazel tells her boyfriend, laughing at him.
"Yeah, thanks, Hazel. That's definitely going to help," he says sarcastically, hanging onto his girlfriend for life. His face softens when he looks at her. "Sorry. This is hard."
"Just do what I told you," Hazel reminds him, helping him further along the skating rink.
"That's kind of hard when you're as clumsy as I am," Frank deadpans.
"Frank," Hazel says, bringing them to a stop. She looks up at his brown eyes. "You are doing perfect, okay? You aren't clumsy. You have it, you just have to let go of me."
"I don't have it," Frank tells her.
Hazel shakes her head, leaning up. She pulls Frank down gently to place a kiss on his lips. She pulls away, smiling at a now blushing Frank.
"You ready to try by yourself now?" Hazel asks.
Frank looks at her doubtfully, but nods. Hazel smiles.
"Good. Now you've got this." She tells him encouragingly.
Frank let's go of Hazel's arm and does exactly what she taught him. He wobbles a little, but doesn't fall over. A huge smile breaks out on his face. Hazel claps, smiling at him. She follows him.
"See, I told you you had this," she says, giving him that 'I told you so' look. Frank laughs sheepishly.
"Looks like a I can ice skate." Frank says, cheeks turning pink.
"Mhm," Hazel hums, smiling.
The two continue to ice skate for a couple of hours, talking and laughing with each other.
The couple walk away from the outdoor skating rank.
"Dang, we stayed out here late," Frank notices, looking at his phone.
Hazel's eyes widen.
"3 and a half hours," she nods. "No wonder my legs started to hurt."
Frank laughs.
"Want some hot chocolate?" Hazel asks, pulling her scarf tighter around her neck. She points to the stand selling it.
"Yeah, let's get some." Frank says, putting an arm around here. Hazel leans into the touch, wanting to warm up.
They walk up to the stand, waiting in line. When they get to the front, Frank asks for two hot chocolates, pulling out his wallet.
"Such a gentleman," Hazel's says, smiling and causing Frank to blush.
"Aww, that's so sweet," the girl behind the counter says. She turns to her friend. "I need a boyfriend like that."
"You and me both," her friend agrees.
This causes both Hazel and Frank to blush. Frank grabs the hot chocolates when the girl hands them their hot chocolates.
"Here," Frank says, handing Hazel the hot drink.
"Thank you. Now let's go home. It's getting cold." Hazel says.
"It's honestly not that cold," Frank tells her.
"Yes, it is. Frank, you're from Canada. I'm from New Orleans." Hazel tells him, sipping her hot chocolate.
"Okay, yes, sure, but it's not cold."
"Yes, it is."
"Fine. Come here." Frank tells her. She does and Frank wraps an arm around her. "Better now?"
"A lot better."
Frank smiles as they continue to walk down the streets to their apartment not too far away.