Tuesday, December 22nd, 3 days till Xmas
Grand-Mere got sick of shaking her booty in front of a 100 people after doing that for three straight nights so she ordered an ice skating party, one of her better ideas. I totally enjoyed being allowed to wear pants and not some other flimsy little black Donna Karan number. The reporters had their work cut out for them tonight. Imagine tomorrow's headline: " Exposed, Genovian royals on their BUTTS!" But just for one night, I wasn't scared of utter humiliation. For the first time in like, two weeks, I could just let loose and have some fun. Everyone else was enjoying the night too. Dad was leading Beverly around the rink since she didn't know how to skate, I couldn't help but grin when she fell though. She totally deserved it. Bellene was pushing Grand-Mere across the ice because she had brittle bones, Grand-Mere, not Bellene. And even Lars was having fun. I spotted him flirting with a hot middle-aged kitchen maid. Love was in the air. Then I saw William huddling in his ankle-length leather trench coat all alone on a bench at the side of the rink. I guess I pitied him because I took a stupid move:
Me: Hey Will!
Will: Will?
Me: William, whatever. What are you doing here?
Will: Enjoying the sensation freezing wind slapping my face.
Me: Oh, having fun?
This guy takes things way too seriously. He flashed me an evil glare.
Me: Ah, never mind. Why aren't you skating?
Will: I don't feel up to it.
Me: Come on! Everyone else is rubbing their behinds on the ice.
I was really getting tired of this little game. Maybe I should just give up.
Me: Do you really want to be all alone?
Will: Fine! Stop pestering me and I will skate.
Me: Was it really that hard?
Now I really regret pushing him. I should have taken grand-mere's advice and shut up once in a while. It took him forever to lace up his skates but we finally made it to the ice. He took a step onto it and a moment later, he was sprawled at my feet, not an act of adoration I suppose.
Me: Don't you know how to skate?
Will: If I did, I wouldn't have fallen so fast.
Me: Get up and I'll teach you.
Using all the power in my funny bone, I managed to heave him up. Now, how was I supposed to teach an almost grown man how to skate? Light, airy, 80-pounded kids I could handle. Heavy, tall, 150-pounded man I couldn't. I tried a few creative ways of holding him up, like letting him hold on to my waist, skating backwards while holding his hands, pushing him from behind but I always ended up beneath him as he fell. Not as easy as I guessed it would be. After another half hour of inch-by-inch crawling and many tumbles later, he could skate. Not well, but at least he could hold himself up. He took a few careful steps, turned around and showed his appreciation:
Will: Thank you for sacrificing yourself like that.
Me: Naw, it's ok.
I could feel the bud of friendship slowly starting to grow and couldn't help smiling warmly at him. He wasn't so evil after all. Then Ethan came and stole him. He didn't even bother to say hi, he just shoved William away. I didn't expect him to cling to my side or anything, but we were beginning to have fun. As they skated away, Ethan glimpsed back at me and threw me a snarl. What was his problem?
Grand-Mere got sick of shaking her booty in front of a 100 people after doing that for three straight nights so she ordered an ice skating party, one of her better ideas. I totally enjoyed being allowed to wear pants and not some other flimsy little black Donna Karan number. The reporters had their work cut out for them tonight. Imagine tomorrow's headline: " Exposed, Genovian royals on their BUTTS!" But just for one night, I wasn't scared of utter humiliation. For the first time in like, two weeks, I could just let loose and have some fun. Everyone else was enjoying the night too. Dad was leading Beverly around the rink since she didn't know how to skate, I couldn't help but grin when she fell though. She totally deserved it. Bellene was pushing Grand-Mere across the ice because she had brittle bones, Grand-Mere, not Bellene. And even Lars was having fun. I spotted him flirting with a hot middle-aged kitchen maid. Love was in the air. Then I saw William huddling in his ankle-length leather trench coat all alone on a bench at the side of the rink. I guess I pitied him because I took a stupid move:
Me: Hey Will!
Will: Will?
Me: William, whatever. What are you doing here?
Will: Enjoying the sensation freezing wind slapping my face.
Me: Oh, having fun?
This guy takes things way too seriously. He flashed me an evil glare.
Me: Ah, never mind. Why aren't you skating?
Will: I don't feel up to it.
Me: Come on! Everyone else is rubbing their behinds on the ice.
I was really getting tired of this little game. Maybe I should just give up.
Me: Do you really want to be all alone?
Will: Fine! Stop pestering me and I will skate.
Me: Was it really that hard?
Now I really regret pushing him. I should have taken grand-mere's advice and shut up once in a while. It took him forever to lace up his skates but we finally made it to the ice. He took a step onto it and a moment later, he was sprawled at my feet, not an act of adoration I suppose.
Me: Don't you know how to skate?
Will: If I did, I wouldn't have fallen so fast.
Me: Get up and I'll teach you.
Using all the power in my funny bone, I managed to heave him up. Now, how was I supposed to teach an almost grown man how to skate? Light, airy, 80-pounded kids I could handle. Heavy, tall, 150-pounded man I couldn't. I tried a few creative ways of holding him up, like letting him hold on to my waist, skating backwards while holding his hands, pushing him from behind but I always ended up beneath him as he fell. Not as easy as I guessed it would be. After another half hour of inch-by-inch crawling and many tumbles later, he could skate. Not well, but at least he could hold himself up. He took a few careful steps, turned around and showed his appreciation:
Will: Thank you for sacrificing yourself like that.
Me: Naw, it's ok.
I could feel the bud of friendship slowly starting to grow and couldn't help smiling warmly at him. He wasn't so evil after all. Then Ethan came and stole him. He didn't even bother to say hi, he just shoved William away. I didn't expect him to cling to my side or anything, but we were beginning to have fun. As they skated away, Ethan glimpsed back at me and threw me a snarl. What was his problem?